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jaykook · 1 year

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Rumor Has It

a smutty yoongi one shot

genre- fuckboy!yoongi x fuckgirl!reader, smut, college au, basically yoongi and y/n trying to prove who the better fuck is, y/n is pansexual!!

warnings/content- alcohol use, f receiving oral, fingering, riding, unprotected sex, cockwarming, power struggle, f and m slight overstim, pure filth, i tell you!! lowkey dom!yoongi at some parts, y/n is a self proclaimed top but slowly morphs into a bratty power bottom, need to know by doja cat is undoubtedly the anthem for this story hehe

s/n- i ended up changing the title of the story because i found a better fit, apologies to anyone who already reblogged !

You heard an earful about Min Yoongi far before you ever met him face to face. The seemingly only thing you didn’t know about him was what he looked like. You undoubtedly knew his character. How could you not? Countless whispers and gossip floated around campus about his notorious mouth and what he could do with it.

You know Yoongi? He fucked my friend into next week, she had trouble walking for days. Even begged him to sleep with her again but he completely ignored her.

Oh yeah, Yoongi. I heard he once made a girl cum in like, two minutes and never called her back.

Ah fuck, THAT Yoongi. My sister told me about how he gave her the best night of her life, then practically told her to fuck off a couple minutes after they finished. Apparently, he’s extremely attentive in bed but an absolute shitface when it’s said and done.

You never gave much thought to them, but couldn’t help but be intrigued. You were overwhelmingly sex-positive, to say the least.

You liked to fuck. You liked to get fucked.

It was that simple, no ifs ands or buts. As long as you both were clean and everything was done safely, you could count yourself in. You were down to sleep with men, women, and everything in between.

Not to mention, you had also obtained a serious reputation on campus from your deeds, earning the attention of numerous people of different social statuses. You were an amazing fuck, what else could you expect?

That being said, the explicit rumors about Yoongi that inevitably found their way into your earshot were impossible to avoid, and you were secretly fascinated with the stories you heard.

Was this man really that skilled?

You would never take the first step in finding out, however, you always let your prospects come to you. And they never failed to do so.

Every. Single. Time.

You didn’t chase anyone, you were chased after. That’s how you liked it, and you didn’t plan on changing your ways for anyone, anytime soon. Despite how interesting this Yoongi character sounded to you.

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The week flew by faster than expected, and before you knew it, you were at the local club with a watermelon margarita in your polished fingers. Vivid blue lights flashed in your eyes, fully taking in your surroundings while you gazed at the individuals packed in the club. Much to your dismay, no one in particular caught your eye.

Pounding music blasted throughout the room as you stood by the bar, side-eyeing anyone and everyone who dared to get near you.

You felt a chuckle climbing its way up your throat as you thought to yourself about it. You always expected someone to approach you, while simultaneously looking impossibly unapproachable.

But did that prevent people from engaging in conversation with you?

No, no it definitely did not. It only meant that the most intriguing ones would have the courage to go in for the kill. You smirked to yourself before letting out a sigh and leaning against the marble counter of the bar, patiently standing by for your meal of the night.

A couple of minutes inched by before you grew tired of waiting, usually already too drunk to comprehend fully, your hands roaming a random body.

Before you made your mind up on leaving, settling for the second best option— yourself, you spotted a fluffy set of hair making its way towards where you stood.

Finally, you thought.

You deposited your weight onto the arm holding the bar, expectantly staring down the man that sauntered towards you. You tapered your eyes at him when he stood above you at last, waiting for him to properly make himself known.

When you got an entirely good look at him, you felt your mouth damn near salivate, a sudden eagerness shooting through you and into your core.

He was beautiful. Feathery black hair cascading over his face, dangly earrings touching his neck, with incredibly sinful lips that formed into a smirk. His dark eyes seemingly gazing into your soul, your breath caught in your throat for a second before you remembered who the fuck you were and what you came here to do.

But fuck, did you love pretty boys. And he was an undoubtedly pretty one.

“Are you just gonna stand here and stare, or are you gonna speak up?” You hummed, tilting your head to feign a look of confusion.

A dark chuckle spilled from his lips before he spoke, “Wasn’t planning on it. But the view is just too good to not appreciate for a bit.”

“Take a picture, freak. It might last longer, but god knows you won’t.” You spat, testing him, immensely interested in how he would respond.

And who knows, maybe he has a degrading kink.

He narrowed his eyes at you, a pout spreading across his face. He lightly slapped the area on his chest where his heart resided, pretending to be offended by your words.

“Aw, I’m hurt. You don’t play nice, huh?”

“You don’t know how to talk to women, huh?” You countered, not even holding back the mischievous smile that crawled its way up your throat.

Another throaty laugh sprung from him, before shaking his head and turning to the side, as if he was trying to focus on something to the left of you.

“You must not have heard about me. The name’s Yoongi. It’s a pleasure.” He reached a hand out towards you, biting his lip, eyes suddenly shooting directly at yours.

Okay, now your breath was fully pulled from your throat.

You weren’t nervous, that was nearly impossible for you. It just caught you by surprise, is all. This was Min Yoongi? The campus’ infamous pussy snatcher?

Well, it sort of made sense to you, in a way. You already felt a wet patch growing against your panties from the presence of this man. However, you anticipated his approach to be a bit stronger.

Your expectations were exceedingly high, to be fair.

You stared down at the lanky hand that was presented to you, before ultimately ignoring it and speaking up.

“I’ve actually heard an earful, Mr. Fuck and Duck.”

An infectious smile graced his lips, pulling his arm back before spouting, “And? Do you like what you’ve heard so far?”

“The stories are interesting, to say the least”, you smirked playfully before adding, “I’m more of a practical learner, though. Really prefer to get a hands on experience before submitting my review, ya know?”

The grin on his face spread even further, gummy smile peeking out from his lips. “Well fuck, aren’t you something? What’s your name, pretty?”

“It’s Y/N. I’d save your words for now, though. I’m sure you’ll have plenty of opportunities to say my name later on.�� You purred, glazed eyes peering up at him through the stray pieces of hair that covered your face.

Yoongi recognized your name— of course he did, what kind of fuck boy would he be if he didn’t know about his competition. Your teasing words spurred him on, however, and he pushed the intruding thoughts into the back of his head.

“Let me buy you a drink.” He growled, gripping the top of the bar before he sat down directly next to you.

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Body heating up from multiple drinks settling in your stomach, you found yourself half naked in Yoongi’s dorm, perched directly on top of his ever-growing cock while he explored the caverns of your mouth with his slick tongue.

You broke the kiss suddenly, grabbing a tuft of his coarse yet impossibly soft hair, signaling for him to look up at you.

“Why so eager, baby? We have the whole night to play around.” You hummed, tightening the grip you had on him.

He groaned sharply, seizing your face, forcefully placing a wet kiss on your slightly open lips before muttering, “I’m not a fan of waiting. Already wanna make you cum around my dick.”

His words directly impaled your already dripping pussy, holding back the moan that threatened to fall from your mouth. “I’m a tough shell to crack, unfortunately for you, big boy.” You spat out, grinding your crotch against him with fervor.

“Don’t fucking tease me, Y/N. If there’s one thing you’ll regret, it’s that.”

His statement invoked a sly smirk from you, deeply enjoying how much you were obviously affecting him. “Or what? I can have you in the palm of my hands in seconds, I promise.”

He snarled at your words, grasping your bare hips abruptly, completely lifting your body off of him. A quiet gasp left your throat at his brute strength, arms reaching around his neck to grab hold of him, scared to drop onto the hard wood floor of his bedroom.

He carried you all the way to his bed, releasing you onto the silk sheets that adorned it.

“Ooh, we got a tough guy here, ladies and gentlemen.” You giggled, staring up at him before suddenly wishing you bit back your words when you saw the demonic look that graced his dark eyes. Ignoring your snarky remark, he pooled your red satin panties to your legs, hastily sending them to the floor before he inhaled deeply.

“Look at you, talking all that shit while your pussy is already dripping for me. I can fucking smell it, Shit.” He growled, placing a rough slap against your clit before plunging two fingers into your seeping core without warning.

“Fuck!” You yelped, not having enough time to brace yourself for his lengthy digits.

“You’re so beautiful”, he purred, removing his fingers from you before staring down, basking in the sight of your glistening wetness coating them. An insane look spread across his face, glancing back up at you before reaching his drenched fingers up to your mouth, dragging your bottom lip down slightly before growling, “Suck.”

You didn’t know what alternate reality you had just been teleported to— or how, but as soon as the demand left his mouth you obliged, grabbing onto his hand and pulling it forward, urging his fingers inside of the wet hole. You sucked eagerly, as if they were his cock, wrapping your lips around them fully, the tangy taste of your own arousal invading your senses. He groaned at your actions, before his fingers left your mouth with a satisfying pop.

“Too bad you have such a filthy mouth.” He tsked, returning his fingers into your pussy, curling around the wet skin feverishly. Pumping in and out of you with such intensity that you didn’t even notice the pathetic mewl that erupted from your lips. Nonetheless, you desperately attempted to remain in control of the situation.

“You’re one to talk, pretty bo-”

You were hastily cut off by Yoongi pressing his lips onto yours, breath heavy against them while he fucked his lanky fingers up into you. He kissed you like he was about to lose you, as if he were drowning and you were the closest breath of fresh air he could possibly reach.

“Shit, Yoongi.” You breathed out, bucking your hips up at him, leaning down to guide him into you, urging him to reach the furthest depths of your core.

As soon as you did, he slapped your hands away from him, head dipping down to place wet, sloppy kisses on the inner part of your soft thighs. Without a word, he leaned down, lapping up your slit, eventually reaching your clit before he latched his mouth onto it.

A deafening moan left your lips, ass lifting up off the bed as he defiled you, fingers rutting into you with his face buried in your thighs. You felt his hair tickle your skin, a shiver spreading down your back as you tried to regain your composure.

He wasn’t letting up, however, tongue prodding against your dripping entrance, humming against you. “Fuuuck, Yoongi, calm— calm down baby.” You begged him, already feeling the sickly sweet pressure building up inside of you, sending waves of pleasure through your sweaty body.

“Not so cocky now, huh?” He smiled against your throbbing cunt, letting his teeth lightly graze your clit, inciting a whimper from your throat. Your orgasm approached you embarrassingly quick, flooding your stomach urgently, almost flowing over with the promise of releas-

Yoongi speedily removed his fingers from you, lifting his head up to grin at you irritatingly. Before you had the chance to groan at the sudden loss of contact, he planted yet another rough thwack against your clit.

“F-fuck!” You screamed, pussy overwhelmingly sensitive from the overstimulation. You throbbed from the incessant teasing he put you through over the last couple minutes, clenching around nothing but the air. Despairingly attempting to regain your breath, all you could think about was the absolute gall this man had.

The audacity of him to bring you so close to your orgasm with his wicked mouth, to then suddenly leaving you hanging, your body begging for more. At this point, you had your mind made up. You were dead set on embarrassing him.

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Everything was going according to plan, Yoongi had her unraveling beneath him, snatching the snarky comments from her throat. So why was he in this position now? He was impossibly hard all night, cock leaking against the restraints of his boxers, trying his utter best to control the absolute monster of a brat that sat on top of him.

She was rolling the tempting pressure of her center against his dick, sweet profanities dripping from her mouth and curling into his ear. Lips pressed against him, fingers traveling through his hair, holding onto him like he was her safe guard. She acted as if she was a succubus, desperate to steal the soul out of his body to devour for her own enjoyment. The only thing he could feel was the wetness dripping from her cunt, soaking his boxers, making his mind do a back flip while he attempted to regain control.

But how could he, when he was spiraling deeper and deeper into her web until she caught him, feeding off of the moans that fell from his lips. Time seemed to stop around him, and all he could possibly think was Y/N, Y/N, Y/N. Before he even began to start to pull back the reigns, she was sat up on her thighs, tugging his boxers down and sinking her dripping cunt onto his dick.

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You didn’t think about the potential consequences of your actions, everything inside of you wanting— no, needing to single-handedly cause Yoongi’s demise. You would no doubt regret your choices in the morning, you never fucked anyone raw, always putting a stop to even the most tempting men from entering your precious core without being wrapped up.

With Yoongi it was an entirely different story— you simply couldn’t bring yourself to care in this moment, not when his hard dick was filling you up so nicely.

“F-fucking hell, how are you so tight?” Yoongi gasped breathily, already coming undone beneath you while you bottomed out, the tip of his dick pressing into very top of your pussy.

A playful giggle left your throat, wrapping your arms around his neck while you looked up at him innocently. You squeezed your chest together purposely, smirking at the sight of his eyes slightly widening while his chest heaved up and down.

“Pretty boy.” You muttered, placing a chaste kiss on the tip of his nose while you sat there, pussy fully surrounding him. “Filling me up so good.”

His hips rutted up absentmindedly, moaning at the sensation that flooded him at the contact. Your mouth hung sensually agape, letting out a breathy whimper while you desperately tried to not let him know you were putting on a show for him. Especially not when his dick filled you to the brim so beautifully, seamlessly affixed to the walls of your core, as you tried your utter best to hold back from bouncing on him.

“Are- are you gonna move?” Yoongi questioned, looking hopelessly fucked-out beneath you.

“And why would I do that?“ You whispered, a false innocence engrossing your features as you tilted your head sideways at him.

“Fuck, Y/N, I swear to God—Ah!” You clenched your pussy around him, letting a quiet moan escape your lips as you thoroughly enjoyed teasing the man beneath you.

“You shouldn’t take the Lord’s name in vain, Yoongi.” You spat, attaching your lips onto his neck, marking him feverishly while another choked groan left his mouth.

“Start moving or you’ll regret it.” He huffed, pinning your arms behind your back. You pouted at the fact that he removed your lips from his neck, staring into his eyes before slowly bringing your hips up. You let your tits sit in front of his face for a couple of agonizing seconds, a devilish smile springing from your lips as you sank back down on his cock, purposefully clenching your core around him.

You could tell he had enough, growing helplessly tired of your relentless teasing. A deep groan came out of him, his grip on your arms tightening before he roughly fucked up into you. Booming claps echoed in the room, the wet squelch of your pussy seeping into his ears and laying waste on his poor mind.

“Sh-shit, you feel so good. Taking me so well, baby.” Yoongi muttered, lifting his face up to your bouncing tits before wrapping his lips around your nipple, sucking like his entire life depended on it.

It was a never ending battle for dominance. You were both entirely engrossed, loud moans reverberating around while he fucked up into you, mouth still latched onto your breast. Even in this moment, you desperately needed to attempt to take control, pushing him down onto the bed before you began to grind your hips.

“Mm, fuck!” You shouted, speed growing faster every time his probing cock stroked a sweet spot, placing your hands on his shoulders and bringing him close to you. And all Yoongi could do was enjoy the ride.

He didn’t have the time or energy to even begin a feeble venture to take over again—not when your pussy was suffocating him and your scent was permeating around him, completely enveloping his senses.

You leaned back against the bed, adding a few more twirls of your hips before you lifting your body up once again, smirking at the way his mouth slowly fell agape, eyes glued to your soaked pussy. Unlike the last time, however, you expeditiously descended back down his cock, putting the entirety of your weight onto him. The groan that resonated from Yoongi was animalistic, nothing but pure unadulterated hunger seeping from every sound that fell from his lips, bed slightly creaking as you rode him to completion.

Ignoring the oh-so familiar feeling gathering in the pits of your stomach, you bounced on him with fervor, as if his cum inside of you was the elixir of life and you were on your death bed.

“Fu-fuck, I’m about to cum, Y/N.” Yoongi breathed out against your neck, every syllable from his lips traveling to the depths of your ears and making home inside of your throbbing core.

“That’s it, cum for me baby. Wanna milk that cock.”

As soon as the filthy words left your mouth, your pussy grew warm from the feeling of his hot cum spurting up into you. Core filled to the brim, you could feel his seed slowly drip out of you and onto his dick.

A trip to the local pharmacy for a Plan B was undoubtedly in your future.

“Ah, fu-fuck!” He gasped, riding the aftershock of the orgasm that abruptly washed over him, deep grunts leaving his lips and onto your skin. Acting as if his cum was your lube, you sped up your actions, riding him so aggressively that the bed shook beneath you, causing squeaky sounds that translated your sinful actions.

“I’m so close, Yoongi.” You moaned, holding his shoulders while ogling at him, biting your lip when you saw his head down, body completely debilitated from the powerful climax he just experienced.

Despite how weak he felt in that moment, he gathered as much breath he could before speaking up, “Y/N— ple-please, it’s too much.” An overwhelming sting of pleasurable pain spread through him, not able to do anything but sit there and take what you were giving him.

You could take it easy on him, you thought. But why would you? He denied your orgasm not an hour before, leaving you high and dry with not an ounce of remorse.

“I’m almost there, just a couple more se-seconds.” You gasped, the intense build up impossible to ignore at this point—not like you wanted to. It rammed into you with double the force, no thanks to Yoongi, the little shit.

“Yoongi! Fuck!” You all but screamed, creaming around his cock, both of your juices colliding, mixing together as you let out a few more weak bounces.

You rolled off of him sluggishly, trying to ignore the warm feeling of his cum still stuck up inside you, his sheets stained from the wetness that erupted from both of you.

An awkward pause ensued after you both caught your breath, before Yoongi looked over at you uneasily, seemingly nervous for the next words to leave his mouth.

“Uh,” he cleared his throat, “Would you maybe wanna do this again?” He murmured, immediately retracting the eye contact when your eyes met his and narrowed.

“I thought you were a one and done kinda guy?” You questioned, reaching over to play with his disheveled hair.

“Yeah, me too.” He chuckled dryly, relishing in the feeling of your soft hands on his scalp.

A mischievous smile burst across your face.

Yoongi exceeded your expectations, rumors not even beginning to scratch the surface of this enigma of a man.

This would prove to be the most entertainment you’ve had in a while.

author’s note- whew yall, I’m tired LMAO I feel like I’ve been writing a lot these past couple of days. this story turned out a bit different than I expected, but I had to change a few things. I lowkey struggled a bit with writing it, I feel like it didn’t turn out as good as I thought it would. nonetheless, I hope the smut is adequate!! just a reminder that it’s only my second time attempting it. as always, thank you for reading!

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jaykook · 1 year

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What If?

genre- bestfriends to lovers, soccer player!jimin, fuckboy!jimin, fluff, smut

content/warnings- reader is a tease, m and f receiving oral, 34+35 (thanks ariana), a lot of what ifs, blonde hair jimin supremacy

“You’re a fucking idiot.” You spat, glaring at your best friend of ten years as he sat across from you, laughing his ass off.

“I just— I can’t” Jimin sputtered, his laughter choking every other word as he spoke, face red and tears pricking at his eyes. “I can’t believe he came in thirty seconds!” He finally got out, practically falling out of his chair.

“It happens more than you think, for me at least.” You muttered, rubbing your temples, regretting even telling him about the events of the night before. “Plus, he was thrusting into my pussy like a maniac. He nutted before I could tell him to chill the fuck out.”

Your explanation only spurred his laughter on, this time fully collapsing onto the ground from dropping out of the seat. “Y/N, I’m sorry but that’s funny as shit.” Jimin giggled out.

In retrospect, it was pretty hilarious. You both were at the frat party, just like everyone else on campus, drinking to your hearts content until the room was spinning and you couldn’t remember your own name. Jimin had introduced you to a friend he met through the soccer team, Namjoon. He was definitely attractive, and you were too drunk to care about the feelings of sober you. So when he invited you to go upstairs with him, you obliged. Stumbling up the steps while he felt you up, everything was too blurry to recognize, and even if you were paying attention you wouldn’t notice Jimin shooting daggers at the both of you, cursing at himself for introducing you two.

“Yeah, yeah. Get your jokes out. Remember the time you came in a few seconds when that girl sucked you off and she left? Was so disappointed she didn’t even want you to return the favor.” You exclaimed, a sly smile curving at your lips. His laughter instantly halted, his eyes narrowing at you as he laid on the floor.

“It was my first time getting head, you little shit.” He shifted where he sat, legs formed criss crossed with his hands on his lap. “Plus it wasn’t my fault she sucked dick good.” He shrugged his shoulders, tilting his head at you with a shit eating grin on his lips.

You rolled your eyes at him, ready to change the subject already. “You’re a whore, Park Jimin.” You mumbled, reaching for your phone to scroll through social media.

He gasped dramatically, placing a hand on his chest to feign offense. “Me? A whore? Never that.” Jimin huffed out, smiling the entire time. “Also you’re one to talk.” He added, this time more quietly.

“What was that?” You probed, phone long forgotten after you heard his little jab.

“Oh, nothing. I didn’t say anything. Huh?”

“I heard you, Jimin. If you’re gonna talk shit, say it with your whole chest.” You scoffed, climbing out of the bed to stand above him. You pretended to ignore his eyes raking your body, starting at your legs and traveling endlessly up from there.

“I was just joking! So sensitive, damn.” He muttered, eyes still glued to your body. The second the words left his mouth you lunged at him, placing your body on top of his and holding his arms back above his head. He exhaled deeply, grunting as you landed on him. Your crotch was perched right above his, resting on the bottom of his stomach.

“You know, we’re not little anymore. I’m much stronger than you now.” He smirked up at you, chest rising up and down as he breathed heavily.

You pouted, tilting your head to the side like he did earlier when he was teasing you. “Is that so? Then why aren’t you fighting back?” You questioned, pressing harder against him.

“Maybe I like this position.” He stated simply, looking right into your eyes as the words left him. You stuck your tongue out in disgust and lifted yourself off of him, making sure to kick him in the side as you did.

“You’re fucking gross!” You spat, wiping his sweat that got onto your hands on your shirt.

“You’re the one who was practically sitting on my dick.” He mumbled, quirking an eyebrow with his arms still above his head.

Okay, you had to admit, this man was fine. Indescribably so. His light blonde hair was splayed above his head, soft lips slightly parted as he stared up at you.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “What the fuck ever! No I wasn’t.” You walked away from him, hips swaying as you bit your lip. “You wish.”

“What if?” You heard from behind you.

“Huh?”

“What if I did wish that?” You circled back around, eyes widening slightly when you heard what he said.

“Boy, shut the fuck up.” You spat, a giggle flowing out of your throat as you covered your mouth with your hands.

“I’m serious, Y/N.” He gazed directly into your eyes. Sudden. Desperate.

“Yeah I’m sure you want that. Wouldn’t be surprised. You’ll fuck anything with legs at this point.”

This wasn’t the first time Jimin had expressed his attraction to you, but you never took him seriously. He was a flirt, after all. You’d seen him say practically the same things to girl after girl every weekend, never failing to leave hand in hand, bodies mushed together. He was a pretty boy, you couldn’t begin to blame them.

You didn’t care.

Did you?

He was the closest thing you’d had to a soulmate, spending every possible second together. The only thing that got in the way of your friendship was his passion for soccer, with a couple practices and a game every weekend when the season called for it. Even then, you made sure to show up whenever you could to support him. Perched on the bleachers, a text book placed on your lap, hair flowing in the wind. Looking up to see a familiar cheesy smile sent to you from across the field, shaking your head and throwing up a middle finger where his coach couldn’t see. And the games. Let’s just say you went all out. One time even taking it as far as making a big ass sign, with Park Jimin Outscores written in bold blue and black letters, the official school colors.

And of course, Jimin was poked fun at for your behavior, not because it was embarrassing, but it seemed painfully obvious to everyone besides the two of you what was going on.

“Dude, your girlfriend is whipped.”

“She’s not my fucking girlfriend.”

“Whatever you say, Park. Do good tonight and you might get some post win pussy.”

You didn’t mind that you went alone. Not when he looked so hot when he played, eyebrows scrunched together in frustration when he made a mistake, perspiration dripping down his face, seeping into the tight blue jersey that adorned his chest. Face a deep velvet from the immense amount of running, muscles peeking out from everywhere that skin was visible. And jesus fuck, when he lifted up his shirt to wipe the sweat from his forehead, revealing his lean abdomen, abs glistening in the stadium lights and ever so flexed from the physical strain that affected his body. Okay, so he was nice to look at. So what? You liked soccer. You could appreciate the athleticism, that’s all. Yeah.

“Yeah, but you’re different.” Jimin huffed, lips turning a pout as he laid across your rug.

“Different? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” You questioned.

Why was he like this? Couldn’t he just go on tinder or some shit?

“You know what I mean, I— I just.. fuck. I don’t know.” You never thought you’d see the day when Park Jimin was fumbling over his words. The reason why, you didn’t have a clue.

“I actually don’t, Jimin.” It was your turn to smirk, eyes narrowing down where he laid, thoroughly enjoying taking in a glimpse of his moment of weakness.

“You just— fuck, Y/N. You’re hot, okay? You should know that already.” He muttered, eyes glued to his legs.

“And? What does that have to do with anything? Go get at a random girl, I’m sure there’s plenty who are down to fuck at the club down the street, probably already shit faced by now.” You spat, kneeling down in front of him, patiently waiting for his response.

“I don’t want them.” He murmured, voice softer and lighter than you’ve ever heard.

“Who do you want?” You cooed, pure confidence coming out of nowhere and multiplying by the second. Scooting closer to him, you laid a manicured hand on top of his knee, playing with the strings of fabric peeking out of the pre made hole in his jeans.

You heard him suck in a breath, eyes darting from your hand back to your eyes.

“You. I want you.” His works were soaked in desperation, trapping his bottom lip with his teeth as his chest rose and fell. Upon his confession making its way to your ears, you slid your hand up, palm gliding across his clothed skin, stopping right before his slightly hard crotch.

“Hmm, is that so?” You questioned, shifting your body closer to him, breasts almost touching his side.

“Yeah. I want— I need you.” He breathed out, gaze shifting from your intruding hand to your cleavage, seemingly attempting to decide on which to focus on.

“Isn’t that something? Park Jimin needing someone.” You tsked, hand ghosting above his dick, before tracing the outline on top of his jeans, grinning when you heard a hiss from above you.

“Don’t be a fucking tease.” Jimin hissed, hips bucking up, causing his cock to come in contact with your touch, unwarranted.

“So eager.” You hummed, playing along and grasping his length entirely, giving it a few tight pumps before looking back up at him. His mouth was slightly agape, a dumbfounded expression plastered on his face.

“Goddamn, I’ve wanted this for so long. Just take it out and touch it already. Play with it, suck it, let me fuck you, something, please.” The syllables were spilling out of him faster than light, a moan hitting your ears when you choked the tip between your thumb and pointer finger.

You tilted your head to the side, pretending to contemplate something for a second before you removed your hand, yawning as you stood up from your spot on the ground.

“I’m tired. Aren’t you tired?” You deadpanned, glancing down at the boy. His eyebrows were furrowed, breath heaving in a feeble attempt to gather himself before glaring up at you.

“What the fuck?”

You felt a giggle leave you before you could stop it, throwing yourself against your comforter, hair spread across your pillow as you bit your lip.

“Y/N, don’t ignore me. What was that?” He questioned further, standing up and walking towards the bed, staring directly at you as you pretended to not notice a thing.

“Hmm? Oh, I told you already, silly. I’m tired.” You sighed, lifting your hands over your head, letting your mouth fall open slightly.

“Okay, now you’re clearly teasing. Don’t play with me, Y/N.” Jimin placed himself between your legs, hovering above your body.

The soft hum of fan whirred, rap music playing from the tv as you stared at each other. You both stayed silent, but your sinful thoughts spoke for themself, eyes eating at each other before your mouths could.

“You know, if we do this, things will never be the same.” You whispered, moving your arms to feel his sides, pulling up his shirt slightly.

“What if I don’t want it to be the same?” There was a look in his eyes you couldn’t quite pinpoint. A melting pot of desperation, anxiousness, desire and worry.

Fuck.

Being this close to him, your body was heating up in more ways than one. Years of sexual and emotional frustration pent up, just begging to be unleashed.

“What do you mean?” You probed, not even sure if you were ready for the answer.

“Y/N, you haven’t noticed? You haven’t heard the comments my friends make around us? The constant teasing, calling you my girlfriend?”

“I mean, yeah, but boys are dumbasses. They can’t deal with the fact that people of the opposite sex are just friends, what about it?” You tried your best to form words as you felt your panties dampen, his semi hard dick merely inches away from your heat, his breath hitting your face, hints of mint enveloping your senses.

“Do I seriously have to spell it out? They know. I’ve had a stupid fucking crush on you for the longest.” He sighed, turning his head away from you, seemingly focused on the tv after he spoke.

What? The gall of this man was unbelievable.

You almost felt a laugh leave your lips, simply not believing the lengths Jimin would go to get pussy that he’s never had.

“You know, there’s other ways to get in my pants than lying.” You spoke, a roll of your eyes just enough to send him over the edge. He shook his head, turning back to look at you before seizing your face, leaping forward to place a soft kiss on your lips.

“I’m not fucking around, Y/N. Let me show you how much I’ve wanted this— wanted you. I’m hard and you’ve barely touched me.” He placed a kiss on both sides of your cheeks, lowering his body to complete a perfectly pieced puzzle, both of your crotches connecting. You instinctively lifted your hips up, a gasp leaving your mouth when his cock rammed against your clothed pussy.

“Fuck, I’d probably bust in seconds inside you.” He whispered against your neck before licking a stripe down the warm skin, teeth peeking out to graze against it.

“Jimin.” You whimpered, slightly embarrassed at how riled up you were already, but from his words— and the evidence that was pressed up against you, he was in the exact same predicament.

You pushed him off of you, grabbing the hem of your shirt and peeling it off, your bra coming off shortly after that, as your chest heaved up and down.

“Lord give me strength.” You heard him utter under his breath, invoking a playful giggle from your lips. He instantly attacked your breasts, one hand coming up to fondle the one not getting attention, while his mouth wrapped around your nipple. You moaned when you felt his tongue swirl around the skin, a hand coming up to pull at the tufts of blonde hair tickling your neck.

“I want your cock in my mouth.” The statement left you without warning, and Jimin stilled beneath you, mouth still latched onto your tit. The intrusive thoughts won this round, it seems.

“You can’t just say things like that.” He murmured, voice muffled against your skin. You couldn’t stop the smirk that rose out of the depths of your throat, tightening your grip on his hair and yanking his head up to look at you.

“I meant it. Pants off, now.”

That was all it took for him to sit up, pulling his jeans down at the speed of light. He looked up at you with a sheepish smile before pooling his boxers down, dick slapping up against his stomach. You couldn’t mistake the wetness that was left against his bellybutton, horniness leaking out of him.

“That excited already, huh?” You laughed, throwing your head back before crawling towards him, ass perched in the air.

“I’m trying to think of a comeback but I can’t, you’re so sexy, fuck.” His gaze was attached to your hips, butt arched up as you approached his impossibly hard length.

“Then just stay quiet. If you can.”

You slowed suddenly, before letting a drop of saliva spill down onto his dick, trailing from his shaft onto his balls.

“Fuck!” Jimin yelped. Maybe he wasn’t expecting you to be this dirty quite yet? He was in for a treat.

You brought your hand up to his length, palm curling around the tip, rubbing the spit on the skin while you bit back a smile at the moan that came from above you. Giving it a few tight jerks, you prepared for the inevitable burn in your throat before swooping down, taking the entirety of his thick cock into your throat.

“Je-Jesus Christ.” Jimin felt his pride seep out of his body as you sank your lips down on him, the promise of release already rising in his body.

You hummed against his dick, tongue lapping at the vein decorated around it beautifully, soaking in the glorious sounds that you freed from him. Glancing up, you felt your core tighten around nothing.

His mouth fell sensually agape, hair disheveled from your hands, glazed eyes stuck to your sinful actions. His teeth trapped his swollen lips, before throwing his head back and letting out a deep groan, shooting directly to your soaked pussy.

This only spurred you further, picking up your speed around his cock, a moan reverberating off of the taut skin. Wet squelches filled the air— that and the smell of pure sex; sweaty skin, pre cum, your perfumes melding together to create a concoction that drove both of you delirious.

You removed him with a pop, licking up the length of his dick, gazing directly up at him, a smirk hidden on your lips. Grasping him around your hand, you dipped down to his balls, letting another glob of spit drip down and coat them.

“Fuck, why are you so good at this? Your mouth—ah!” You lapped at his balls, moving your lips back and forth, furthering the sensation you were releasing onto him. Jimin was a complete mess, hands gripping the sheets for dear life, veins popping out of his neck while he practically whimpered above you.

“Practice.” You purred, taking him back into your throat, bouncing your head up and down. He looked like he was trying his utter hardest to not cum right then and there, cock throbbing as his hips jutted up into your mouth, desperate for a hole to fill.

“Fu-fuck, I was so mad when—ah, when I saw you leave with Joon. His stupid fucking face smirking at you— shit, all I wanted to do was rip you from him and fuck you senseless upstairs.” He managed to breathe out, obviously babbling on at a weak attempt to distract himself from the inevitable orgasm threatening to crash over him.

“And then you had to come and talk— talk about it. Wanted to shut you up with my cock, Shit, show you I could last longer than that dickhead.”

You took your mouth off of him, placing a wet kiss to the tip before staring up.

“And how’s that working out for you?”

A gasp left you when you felt his hand strike your ass, the pain lessened from the jeans that protected your skin, but still making a sharp impact. You stilled, quirking your eyebrows at him.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, I’ve just always wanted to do that. And you presented the opportunity to me so kindly by talking back, like always.”

All you could do was smirk, sitting up to undo the buttons of your pants before pulling them down, revealing the damp spot on your panties that had been simmering ever since this first started.

“What— what are you doing?” Jimin questioned, eyes full of worry but still curious, excited for anything you were planning to do.

“What’s 34+35?” You slipped a finger under the hem of your underwear, slinking them off, giggling when his eyes widened at the sight of your arousal sticking to the pink fabric.

“Huh? What— oohhh.” His mouth formed into an ‘o’ upon the realization of what you meant. You opened your legs wide, showing him a more than adequate view of your soaking wet heat.

“I love you.”

Huh?

Fuck it, you’ll focus on that later.

You placed two fingers on your pussy, spreading your folds.

You bit your lip as Jimin sat there dumbstruck, seemingly trapped in a pussy-infused trance, the sound of your slickness ringing in his ears. You lifted a finger up to brush against your clit, letting your mouth drop open and a sickly sweet moan emerge.

“Look how wet I am for you.” You breathed out, using your arms to squeeze your boobs together intentionally. He clenched his jaw, crawling up towards you.

“Sit on my face, now… please.”

“Well, since you asked nicely.”

You climbed on top of him, snaking down his body. His hands instinctively shot up, gripping your thighs as he inhaled deeply, your dripping wet heat inches from his face.

“I don’t wanna hear shit if I nut quick, you just sucked the shit out of me and I’ve always imagined you sitting on my f—“

His words were cut off by you lowering your cunt onto his mouth, the tanginess attacking his taste buds, emitting a groan that vibrated onto your clit.

“Oh, fuck, Jimin!” You whimpered, almost forgetting you were supposed to be reciprocating. You launched onto his cock, sucking with fervor as you both feasted hungrily, intoxicated off the taste. His tongue swirled around your folds, freeing a string of pleasured moans from your throat, bouncing off the skin of his cock.

You could barely remember your name, much less how to suck dick— with him lapping at your pussy like it was the first pool of water he’d found after being stranded in the desert for days. His teeth grazed against your clit, desperate moans seeping into the air as you both tried to make the other cum as fast as possible.

This could only be the result of years of pining— sexual energy building up in the two of you before it finally combusted. You slithered your tongue up the side of his cock, saliva bubbling up the sides and dripping down onto his balls.

“Mmmhhh.”

“Wh-what was that? I can’t hear you, baby.” You giggled, a string of spit clinging to your lips. Your laughter was interrupted by Jimin shoving his tongue into you, deep, hard, sensual. His nose pressed against your clit, invoking a choked moan from your lips. You sounded like animals, tearing apart your meal and wanting more.

You reattached your lips to his throbbing cock, paying extra attention to the glistening red tip while you used your hands to fill the space, a combination that you knew could have any man nutting in no time. A loud groan flew through your core, as you hummed around him, his hips jerking up as streams of cum shot into your mouth.

You felt a crescendo building, the orgasm sending Jimin into overdrive, yearning to bring you to feel the same pleasure he just had. Your pussy ached as you lapped the remaining semen off of his dick, licking your lips when the familiar salty-sweet taste entered your throat.

You sat up, hands pressed against his stomach as you rode his face, not even caring if you suffocated him— and by the sounds that were leaving him, he didn’t care either. His dick was still standing at full attention, confirming your suspicions.

“Fuck, yes, your mouth is so good baby. Suck this pussy for me, w-wanna cum.” Your praises furthered his movements, his hands gripping your ass, indenting the skin and surely leaving marks that would remind you of your deeds in the morning. He only moaned in response— to be fair, that’s all he could do in the moment.

He licked up your cunt, your arousal leaking out of you and spilling over his face, his neck already damp. He tightened his grip on your ass, a hand leaving it to place yet another slap against the skin, a print remaining there.

“J-jimin, I’m gonna fucking—“

You threw your head back in pure satisfaction when your orgasm hit you, the sounds of angels singing in your ears as you rode out your high against his mouth. Thick, sticky liquid poured into his throat, sweet and tangy, freeing yet another moan from him as he practically inhaled your juices. You lifted your hips off of him slowly, with Jimin still lapping at sensitive skin around your pussy— practically begging for more even though it was clearly finished.

Falling onto the bed, sheets wet from a combination of spit and arousal, all you could manage was a deep sigh while you both gathered your breath.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Was what you heard from next to you, his voice deep and strained. You laughed, rolling onto your side to peer at the man who just siphoned the cum from your body with his deliciously soft lips and evil tongue.

“So… are we gonna talk about what you said, hmm?” You hummed, gazing expectantly over at him.

He blinked— once, twice, before he exhaled, a sense of nervousness clinging to his irises.

“I love you. Yeah, I fucking said it. But you have the mouth of an angel, might I add. Plus, I wasn’t exactly thinking straight, for fuck’s sake. It was stupid. Just forget I even opened my—“ His excessive babbling was halted.

“I love you too.”

His eyes shot to yours, widening as his lips slowly curved into a smile.

“What did you sayyyyyy?” He shouted in a sing-songy voice, sprawling over to you to lay his warm body across yours.

“You’re a fucking dork. Get off of me, sweaty ass!” You pushed him away from you, almost making him tumble off the bed dramatically. A deep smile came across your features at his actions, he was always an idiot— but now he’s your idiot.

“You know, you’re gonna have to pry me away from you for now on. You’re stuck with me, Park Jimin.”

“What if I want that?”

author’s note- i really liked writing this, i almost cut it into multiple parts to build on their relationship but felt it was better like this. thank you for reading! also stream 34+35 by ariana 😩

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Playing With Fire

a smutty jk one shot

genre- ceo!jungkook x assistant!reader, smut, enemies to fuck buddies, small age gap (not mentioned, but implied), y/n is a fat tease and makes jk choke on his words, they’re both brats tbh

warnings/content- m receiving oral, unprotected sex, riding, fingering while y/n is in his lap, this is pure filth y’all just letting you know

“Fuck, you don’t know what you do to me.” Jungkook muttered, his long fingers groping the indents of your back, your skirt already hiked up and your hair distressed and out of place from the heavy make out session that just ensued.

“Hmm, you’re right. Enlighten me?” You hummed breathily against his lips, a small smirk hidden on your features.

A choked groan escaped from him, growing tired of your teasing as you rutted your clothed pussy against him.

Six months prior, if someone told you that you’d be in a compromising situation such as this with your boss, you would’ve laughed in their face and told them to fuck off.

You would never allow Jungkook the satisfaction of having you this way, despite his numerous inappropriate comments towards the outfits you chose to wear. However, you wanted nothing more than to wipe the smirk off of his disgustingly handsome face.

At this point, if this is what you had to do, then so be it. You might as well have some fun while going about it.

“Stop the fucking teasing Y/N. Just let me fuck yo—Shit!”

Jungkook was hastily cut off by you grabbing ahold of his dick, not firm enough to hurt him but enough to make him choke on his words.

“You know, you shouldn’t speak to someone like that, Jeon.” You cooed, glazed eyes staring up at him with false innocence as you slowly loosened your grip on his cock, starting to rub your hand against him over his pants.

“Oh yeah? And what are you gonna do about it, huh?” He huffed out. As much as you hated to admit it, his callous words shot directly to your core, already soaking wet from his touch and deep groans that slithered into your ears.

“I mean, I could leave you here. Go back to work like nothing happened. Let my skirts get shorter, my heels get taller. I could always find someone else to fuck on the weekend.” You vocalized, knowing everything you said was a flat out lie. You were just as riled up as him, pussy leaking onto your panties.

“You wouldn’t. I can feel how wet you are right now, Fuck.” He tightened the sturdy grip he had on your sides, hips jumping up to the rhythm you set against his cock.

“Just admit it, Y/N. You wanna fuck me, you always have.” He added, the smirk not once leaving his lips.

You rolled your eyes at his arrogant comments, desperately trying not to show him how right he truly was.

“I think it’s the other way around. I see the way you look at me, Sir.” You spat out, sarcasm dripping from your voice.

Jungkook groaned at your teasing words, biting his lip while he looked down at you with a dangerous glint in his eyes.

“Always talking back, like usual. You need to be taught some manners.” He growled, grabbing your face and planting his lips aggressively onto yours, immediately shoving his tongue into your mouth.

You whimpered into the kiss, already forgetting that you were jerking him off over his pants seconds ago.

No, this is not how the night was going to unfold.

You’d be damned if you had to go back to work, greeted by his infuriatingly handsome smirk. You could already hear the comments he would make under his breath, intricately detailing how he caused you to come undone beneath him.

You broke the kiss, getting up off his lap and standing above him with your hands splayed across your chest.

Without any warning, you unbuttoned your blouse, slowly pulling it off to reveal the black skin-tight bra that adorned your chest. The cloth molded to your breasts sinfully, leaving nothing to the imagination. A small gasp left Jungkook’s throat, and you had to physically hold back the smirk from growing on your face. You reached behind your back, yanking it off swiftly and effortlessly. It all played in slow motion for Jungkook, your breasts dropping down, straight out of a porno from his wildest dreams.

Before he could shout out a demand, you were dropping onto your knees in front of him, delicate hands roaming his thighs before they reached his belt.

“Someone’s eager, huh?” He chuckled, deeply trying to ignore how hard his dick was and how soft your hands felt against him.

“Someone doesn’t know how to shut the fuck up, huh?” You countered, unbuckling his belt and hastily ripping it out of its tight restrains before pulling his slacks down to his legs.

“Someone does- Shit!” His words were interrupted by you licking a stripe down his covered dick, mouth feeling impossibly warm even through the confines of his boxers.

“Just shut your mouth and enjoy, Jungkook.”

Before he knew it, his underwear was pulled down and his cock was in your mouth. He basked in the feeling of your wet lips over him, laying kitten-like licks on his tip, giving it a teasing kiss before slowly gliding down the entirety of his length.

“Damn, just like that, baby.” He cooed, hands reaching for the back of your head, pulling your hair back and guiding your mouth up and down his dick.

As soon as he did that, you stopped your movements, resulting in a low groan from Jungkook. He instantly removed his hands, peering down at you with an unimpressed look on his face while he attempted to catch his breath.

“I don’t know how you thought this was gonna go, but you’re not the one in charge here.” You hummed.

Jungkook smirked at your choice of words, knowing that he quite literally was always the one in charge when it came to you two. He told you where to go, what to get him for lunch, which documents to print out and have prepared in a neat stack on his desk in a timely manner.

Before he could give voice to another snarky comment, you resumed your previous actions, your lips wrapping around his dick. The only words in Jungkook’s vocabulary in this moment were wet, warm, and tight. If he thought you were teasing before, he had no idea what to describe what your filthy mouth was exuding on his hard cock.

Mouth choking him, sucking like your life depended on it with no letting up. You bobbed your head up and down his length, deliberately gliding your tongue against him, thoroughly enjoying the sweet sounds flowing out of his pretty lips.

“Fuck, Y/N, relax.” He let out, choked groans leaving him with every bob of your head.

You smirked against his dick, not stopping until he was as far down your tight throat as possible.

~~~~~~

The night was going substantially different than Jungkook expected, to say the least. He was excited to unravel you like a present, relishing in the way that you whimpered his name, begging him for sweet release.

What he didn’t count on was you to have a mouth like a goddess, relentlessly inhaling his cock, saliva dripping out and down his balls as he gasped for breath and desperately tried to hold back. Another breathy moan left his lips before he officially decided he had enough.

“S-seriously, Y/N, stop, or I’m gonna cum down your fucking throat.”

You released him with a satisfying pop, an innocent smile engrossing your alluring face as you stared up at him expectantly.

“Who said I didn’t want you to cum down my throat, pretty boy?”

Jungkook all but groaned at your bratty words, lifting you up on his lap belligerently.

“Take your skirt off, now.” He growled, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in his stomach from almost nutting right then and there, his balls tight with the promise of release.

To his surprise based on your previous attitude, you quickly obliged, sliding your impossibly short skirt down your legs, revealing the light pink panties that covered your pussy.

Jungkook bit down on his lip, holding back yet another growl when he saw the damp spot in the middle of your underwear, practically smelling the arousal dripping from them.

He slid his fingers into the sides of your panties, hastily pulling them down your legs to reveal your dripping core.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.”

Without warning, he plunged a long finger into you, mouth agape as he heard the satisfying squelch that made its way into his ears, bare dick pressing against your ass.

“Jungkook, shit!” You gasped, holding onto his shoulders while he finger-fucked your tight hole, mouth hung sensually open.

Jungkook felt his life flash before his eyes after he added another finger and you began to ride them, loudly moaning out his name. His cock was incredibly hard against you, every jerk of your hips making his mind spiral, urging him to make you feel as good as possible.

Adding another finger simply to hear your response, he fucked into you, feeling great pleasure in the way you shamelessly rutted against his fingers, taking them so well. He couldn’t help but imagine how you would feel around his dick.

As another breathless gasp left your lips, you grabbed his hand, inaudibly signaling him to stop.

“I wanna ride you, Jungkook.” You hummed, and it took everything in him not to bust at your words.

“Shit, you can do that, I’m definitely down for that.”

You positioned your already seeping wet pussy at the tip of his dick, biting your lip as you braced for the force of him.

“Wait—Y/N, I gotta be honest. I’m already pretty close, so don’t get surprised if I come too fast, okay?” He muttered quietly, not wanting to admit how desperate you made him feel but also warning you for the inevitable, already preparing for the teasing words soon to be thrown his way.

A playful giggle left your throat, feeling pride fill up in you, before Jungkook filled you.

Without warning him, you sunk down on his length, breathy gasps leaving the both of you.

“Fuck, Jungkook, you fill me up so good.” You whimpered, wrapping your arms around his neck as you winced at the sickly-sweet burn that rose in your core from the sheer length of him. Jungkook sunk his nails into his palms as he moaned, hearing nothing but his name that so flawlessly fell from your lips.

“Please, shit, Y/N, move.” Jungkook muttered, eyes glued shut from the tightness that enveloped him, his mind turning into putty from the feeling of your wet pussy surrounding him.

You slowly began to bounce on his dick, sinful sounds filling the airy room with every drop. He groaned, lifting his hands up to cover your tits, perfectly wrapping around them like they were crafted entirely for him to enjoy.

“Sh-shit!”

You sped up your movements, relishing in the feeling of his hard dick penetrating you in places you never knew existed before now. Even in this moment, you felt the urge to tease him, pleased with every sound you invoked out of him. You lifted your hips up slowly, watching as an agitated look came across his fucked-out features, before slowly dragging them back down.

“Stop— fuck, stop teasing.” Jungkook growled, lifting his hand up behind your back before laying an antagonistic slap on your ass, the sound echoing through the confines of the dark room.

You moaned feverishly at his actions, involuntary speeding up to feel him deep inside of your core. Sweat slid down his forehead as he gripped your thighs, before running his hands up your body eagerly.

“Jungkook, baby, kiss me.” You pleaded, leaning into him, desperate to be as close to him as you could.

He attached his wet lips to yours as soon as the words left your mouth, both of you moaning loudly into the kiss. Your actions exuded an animalistic hunger, filthy claps sounding out.

“Fuck, how are you so tight?” He exclaimed, slowly going insane from the feeling of your tight pussy suffocating his dick.

Jungkook never reacted like this when he had sex, never pathetically groaned from the satisfying feeling of fucking someone. He was always in charge, leading the way while the girl was sprawled beneath him, nothing leaving her mouth besides desperate whimpers. Long story short, he was used to pillow princesses.

But you, you were relentless. He could feel nothing but the tight grip you had on him, the world around him disappearing while you rode him forcefully.

He felt his balls grow tight, filled with the memories of the agonizingly long night he’s spent with you. All he could think about was how you drenched his dick with your juices, riding him so good he couldn’t remember his own name.

His brain?

Broken, frozen, malfunctioned.

“Yes, Kook, just like that, please.” You urged, holding onto him for dear life as you bounced on his dick, the satisfying build up of pressure gathering in your stomach.

As soon as he heard the nickname you only ever used to get on his nerves at work, he spun into overdrive. He harshly thrusted up into your moist core, soaking in the deafening moans that came out of you.

“Sh-shit, I’m gonna cum, baby I’m gonna—”

Jungkook was abruptly cut off by his orgasm, moaning loudly and violently washing over him as he shot his warm cum up into your pussy. His legs convulsed under you, chest heaving as you guided him through his release, whispering profanities in his ear before sucking lightly on the tip.

“Cum for me Y/N, w-wanna feel that pretty pussy cum around my dick.” He gasped, still feeling the aftershock of his sudden ejaculation.

Jungkook rutted up feverishly, desperate for you to come undone beneath him.

At this point, you were putty, your pussy sore from his relentless pounding, whimpering into his neck while he fucked his cum into you. It was a mess, your sweaty bodies pressed together with the juices of your filthy actions dripping everywhere.

“Fuck, Kook, I’m gonna cum, keep fucking me like that.” You whispered breathlessly, placing a messy kiss on his lips.

Your dirty words spurred him on, thrusts growing faster and harder with every cuss that left your mouth.

The familiar tingle you’ve grew to recognize simmered in your stomach, building up more and more until it threatened to spill over the top.

“Jungkook!” You screamed, latching your nails onto his back—making sure to leave marks, as your orgasm crashed over you like a tsunami. You soaked his already wet dick with your cum, moaning against his neck.

Heavy gasps filled the room while you both sat breathlessly, holding onto each other as a minute or two passed by, attempting to gain enough strength to move again.

“Well, fuck.” Jungkook muttered, glancing down at you before he moved a stray piece of hair from your eyes that was blocking your view.

You giggled beneath him, not wanting to lift yourself off of his dick, still basking in the feeling of him inside you.

You knew this was going to have a considerable effect on your relationship, you knew your coworkers would sense something was up when you returned to work on Monday. You could already hear the whispers traveling around the office about your inappropriate weekend with your superior. But this is what you receive when you decide to play with Jeon Jungkook.

You were playing with fire. And you wanted more.

author’s note- it’s four in the morning and i just spent the last couple hours writing this shit wtf mannn😭 no thoughts, just jungkook. this is my first time truly writing smut so i hope it’s good lmao! this shit was mad filthy. also it was so weird writing something new then this in the same day. my duality yall 🙄😩🤌🏻🥵

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