Learning the Hard Way
Learning the Hard Way
Ship: Jungkook | Noona!Reader
Description: Jungkookâs determined to prove to you heâs not a kid.
Warnings: SO MUCH SMUT TSHDKN, PWP, Oral, Blowjob, Public Sex, Outdoor Sex, DOM!KOOK, NOONA KINK, Slight Nipple Play, Masturbation, Unsafe Driving, Unprotected Sex, Denied Orgasms, Multiple Orgasms, Forced Orgasms, DIRTY TALK, Creampie, Cumplay, Cum Eating, Fingering, Grinding, Deepthroating, Demeaning Names, Light Bondage, Slow Burn?, Exhibitionism/Voyeurism, Pussy Slapping, Breathplay, Plot if you squint, Fluff if you squint
Word Count: 12,200
A/N: WHY
Guy's night at Jimin's every Saturday night was commonplace- a tradition among your group. It consisted of you and seven other boys- all of whom you got along with. You didn't know them as well as they knew each other, but seeing as you had been hanging around them for months now, you grew something of an attachment to them, forming inside jokes and feeling comfortable already. And to think, your closest friend Jimin inviting you to his typical guys' night out, only for them to collectively decide you were a guy in spirit.
You weren't insulted, as some had suspected you'd be. Sure, you found each of them attractive, and more than one you had envisioned sleeping with- but you kept your boundaries. You were just friends with them, and though you could swear once or twice you'd catch one checking you out, none of them made a move on you. Some had girlfriends and some had flings, but you'd often time have to hear of their raunchy depictions of the night before, lewd and kinky acts they'd have no problem confessing. You'd have to drink more than usual in efforts to blur the memory of it, though you couldn't deny the flush of heat to both your cheeks and your core when the boys let sinful words roll off their tongues. Most eyes would be on you instead of the one telling the story, amused by how your cheeks flushed and you called the boy gross for forcing you to listen to how well a girl gagged on his cock.
This was one of those days.
"Dear fucking god, Jin! How long does it take for you to go on about nipple clamps? You've got more description than a fanfiction writer," you hiss, clamping your hands over your ears as Jin went on about his endeavors with some big-racked bimbo he met at the club.
"Sweetheart, just last week Taehyung was going into detail of how good he was at giving head- don't tell me you have double standards now?" Jin smiled, jokingly trying to rile you up.
"I don't! It was just as infuriating. I don't understand why you guys have to go about describing in explicit detail your sexual encounters. You don't hear me talking about how I had a guy nail me ten ways to Sunday," you fume, speaking fast, the buzz from your previous drink starting to fade. You were beginning to sober up, and as much as you'd like to press a bottle to your lips once more, you wanted to at least feel somewhat coherent for the drive back home.
"It's just what guys do, Y/N-ah," Hoseok teased, reaching over to ruffle your hair.
You simply scowled and swatted his hand away, matting your hair down with your palms. "It's not just a guy thing! You don't hear Kookie talking in such a filthy manner."
It was true- Jungkook was the only one who didn't talk like the others. He was more reserved in that sense, and though he seemed more timid than the others, you were perhaps most fond of him. Something about him made you want to pinch his cheeks and ruffle his hair, baby him to all means necessary. Maybe it was the doe-eyes or that haircut of his, but simply put, Jeon Jungkook was adorable.
He was the one you could never quite picture sexually. You felt guilty whenever you even considered it. You didn't want to picture what was beneath the sweatpants and sweatshirts because simply put, he seemed so naive and didn't have nearly the same sexual confidence as the others did around you. Quite honestly, you suspected him to be a virgin. Not that there was anything wrong with that.
At your comment, however, Jimin let out a boisterous laugh. "Are you serious?"
You fume, your cheeks as red as Jungkook's, though his are from embarrassment and yours from false anger. "Yes! In fact, it's even more of a reason- he's innocent and corruptible. I don't want him getting skewed perceptions of sex based on your exaggerated details."
At that, Namjoon simply quirked a brow. "Don't tell me... You think little Kookie is a virgin, don't you?"
Now it's your turn for your cheeks to flush. "I mean- look, there's nothing wrong with being a virgin."
"That's not what I'm saying," Namjoon persisted. "You think Jungkook is a virgin, don't you?"
"I suppose?" You don't even understand what's going on at the moment, but you feel as though you should feel embarrassed. "I mean, don't get me wrong, he's adorable and all, and I'm sure that a lot of girls are attracted to him. I would be too but... I dunno, he doesn't really give off the vibe of a sex god."
"What kind of vibe does he give off then?" Taehyung questioned, elbowing Jungkook in the rib, who only scowled in response.
"He's just... cute I guess. Adorable," you say, your mind groggy. "Like a little bunny. He gives off baby boy vibes."
At that the entire room erupts in laughter, the boys taking turns to swat the youngest's back and holler.
"I'm sorry, Kookie, I didn't mean to embarrass you," you say, reaching over to run a hand up and down his arm.
"Y/N- you've got everything wrong," Jin said, his squeaky laughter dying down as he wiped tears from his eyes. "And all this time I thought you knew that he wasn't a kid."
"He just always came off that way! It's hard to see him dominating women the way you guys claim you do," you grumble. "How was I supposed to know?"
"I'm not a virgin, Noona, just so we're clear," Jungkook pipes up.
"Yeah, but you're an adorable baby boy, apparently!" Jimin says ruffling Jungkook's hair. "Gee, Kookie, who'd have thought?"
"Y/N, I'll have you know that if you think we're anything close to freaky, we've got nothing on him," Yoongi says, cocking his head to the youngest. "I overheard him once on the phone with this girl he picked up at the bar- if you think we say filthy things, you should hear him. I could overhear her cumming on the line."
"It's true- our little boy here has a bigger sexual prowess than all of us combined," Taehyung said, cooing as he pinched Jungkook's cheek. "I caught him fucking some girl on the balcony- and I know you like it rough, but I don't think even you can handle him."
You furrow your brows, your cheeks heating. "How the hell do you know I like it rough? Unlike you heathens, I don't boast about what I'm like in bed."
"You don't, but as I said, boys have a horrible habit of oversharing. Jackson may or may not have let it slip on how you like to be manhandled," Hoseok mentions.
"That bastard! After I sucked his cheesedick without him reciprocating- fuck, nevermind, I'm not going to get into it," you huffed. "And I'll have you know I can handle plenty- but personally I believe that you're just pulling these stories out of your ass to frighten me. I can believe Jungkook's not a virgin- but sex god I just don't see."
"Looks like you're gonna have to prove her wrong, Kook," Yoongi grunts, jutting his chin. "That is if she's up for the challenge."
"I'd like to see him try. He's a baby boy and I won't listen to savages like you," you say, rolling your eyes. "He's too young to be freaks like you."
"I'm only a year younger than you are," Jungkook pointed out, though you could tell from his narrowed eyes that he was beginning to get a bit irritated with you.
"Looks like Kook plans on teaching Y/N-ah the hard way," Jimin teased. "You'll eat those words, Y/N, but I warned you."
"Yeah yeah yeah. Look, I've got to get home already, Â so if anyone's too drunk to drive and wants to tag along with, I suggest you do so now. I'll see you guys next week."
You're about halfway through the parking lot when you hear your name. You turn to see Jungkook running towards you, his pace quick. Before you knew it, he was by your side, his breathing slightly uneven. "Y/N! I forgot I need a ride home."
"Why didn't you say so earlier?" you questioned.
"Forgot- but I'm too buzzed. I don't trust myself to drive and I'm kinda tired. I should get home and sleep," Jungkook explained.
You examined him, curious about any underlying tones, but he seemed honest. You simply shrugged and continued to the car. "Hop in then, kid."
Your ears were probably playing tricks on you, but you could've sworn you heard a low growl.
The ride to his place was longer than it was to yours and for the first five minutes, you sat in silence. You wondered if it was the awkward or the silent kind, but either way, there was some sort of tension building between you two. You just weren't sure what.
"I, um, wanted to apologize," you mumble. "About dragging you into that. I was just trying to get them to shut up for a bit- I didn't mean to embarrass you."
"It's alright- they'll forget about it sooner or later," Jungkook shrugged.
"So are you mad at me?" you questioned.
"Honestly? A little bit. More frustrated or irritated, to be frank."
"Look, regardless of how experienced you are, it doesn't matter. I only brought it up because you don't really feel the need to brag the way they do, which I appreciate. One of the reasons you're my favorite," you tease, pinching his cheek.
"Did you really think I was that inexperienced?"
"I don't know- as I said, you talk the least about sex. For all I know you're a complete sub- which is fine, though I myself don't have much experience with that. I guess I just never thought about it so much because of the reasons I explained earlier. You don't really give off the same sexual vibe as the others."
"You know what they had said earlier though was true, right?" Jungkook questioned. You feel his gaze pierce at you from the side of your head.
You roll your eyes, but your fists tighten around the steering wheel. "About you being some sort of man whore? Please."
"I'm not a man whore perse, but..." Jungkook licked his lips. "I'm not at all what you think I am."
"A baby boy?" You scoffed at that. "So you're going to try to convince me that you're some sort of sex god or something."
"I just don't want you seeing me as a kid, Noona."
"I can't help it, Kookie. It's just how I see you- even if you're only a little younger."
"What if I could change that? Make you see me as a man?"
You pause at that, looking at him warily. "How exactly would you do that?"
Jungkook paused as well, as though holding his breath. "I've got my ways."
"Prove it."
You don't know exactly what kind of trap you've gotten yourself into, but based on the predatory stare that he gives you, his eyes boring into yours with unsated lust, you have an idea.
His hand comes up to your knee, and you feel yourself get tense. Your eyes quickly dart down to his veiny hand, the small bumps protruding from beneath the skin, the long and slender fingers digging into the skin. You curse yourself for wearing shorts, but to be fair it was a hot summer day.
"Eyes on the road, Noona."
Your eyes quickly dart back up to the road, and you panic in your head. Was this actually happening? Sweet little Kookie, who you babied and teased, now showing the demeanor of some sort of dominant? What sort of an alternate reality were you living in? Despite this, you couldn't help but notice the heat that pooled between your thighs, a side of Jungkook slowly becoming unveiled. You knew if things got cranked up a notch, you'd never be able to go back. You'd never be able to see him the same way.
"I think I'd start by telling you what I had told that girl over the line," Jungkook says, voice low, making you strain to listen in, hanging onto his every word. "Hyung was right when he said I had a filthy mouth- not as filthy as that girl's though when she was sucking on my cock earlier that day."
Your hands now had a vice-like grip on the steering wheel. "Oh my god."
"She was a nasty little thing, you know. Tasting herself on my dick, trying to milk me dry so she could swallow every drop like a good little slut." His hand rose higher up your thigh, and you refused to look at him, keeping your eyes on the road. You could feel his stare drill into your skull, however, and your mouth went dry. "Would you be a good slut for me too, I wonder?"
Your mouth opened and closed, but you were at a loss for words. "I-I..."
"Spread your legs," he growled, his words a command rather than a request. You found yourself functioning on autopilot, your legs opening to make room for his hand as it slid eerily further up your thigh, where you wanted him most. He shives over nuzzling his nose into your neck as he strains to get closer to you. "I talked to her on the phone. She was begging for me to talk to her, her vibrator in hand as she waited for me to tell her what to do. She couldn't cum without my voice, without my words, without my permission. It was as though I made her incapable for settling for less- and even some little toy and her cute little fingers- stuffed inside that tight cunt of hers- it couldn't compare to how I wrecked her for the night."
"K-Kookie, we shouldn't b-be-"
His blunt nails dig possessively over your thigh, however, and he growls against the skin where your neck and collarbone meet. "Don't call me that."
You let out a whimper of submission, your hand shaking as you grip the wheel firmly. You mutter curses to yourself as he cups your heat, hand slowly palming you through your shorts, middle finger going up and down the feel of your slit. "I wonder how wet you are for me already when I've barely touched you. I bet you started getting soaked the minute I talked about that girl milking me good, and I didn't even tell you about the other one on the balcony. She begged for me to wrap my hand around her pretty little neck and squeeze. I squeezed her neck as hard as she squeezed around my cock- she was so tight, I'm getting hard just from remembering it."
Your hole clenched over nothing, as though wanting to wrap itself around Jungkook's cock the same way the other girls had. Sweet little Kookie, who didn't seem sweet or little anymore.
Jungkook slid the part of your shorts to the side, along with your underwear, your bare pussy meeting the cold air. "You smell so sweet, Noona. I bet you taste even better."
You curse, doing your best to concentrate on driving. How had you let this happen?
"Do you want me to touch you, Noona?" He gently taps at your pussy lips, a small string of wetness connecting his finger to your pussy, stretching into a strand before snapping into nothingness. "Want me to touch this drenched little pussy of yours?"
"F-Fuck, Jungkook."
"Use your words, Noona. Be a big girl. Tell me to stop or tell me to finger fuck you as you're driving."
"Yes, p-please," you mutter softly, barely able to hear your own words. You were unbelievably turned on at the moment, your body set aflame. "Please touch me- finger me- I don't care."
"Good girl." Jungkook's tongue poked out from between his lips, the wet muscle gliding from your collarbone up to the patch below your ear. At that moment he sunk a digit into you, pumping it slowly as he crooked it upwards, searching for the rough patch as he dug his palm into your clit.
You jumped, your knee hitting the bottom of the dashboard. "J-Jungkook, I can't drive like this."
"You can and you will," Jungkook mutters, voice a low growl as he finds your g-spot, studying your face as he taps against it. "If you can't take so much as my fingers, what makes you think you'd be able to take my cock? I'd stretch you out so good, fill you to the brim. You'll feel my cock in your throat before I even start pounding into you."
You feel your toes curl at the thought, and Jungkook takes one of your hands to rest on the crotch of his sweatpants, where he's fully erect underneath the fabric. You can tell already that he's impossibly big, and you feel your mouth water at the prospect of having it inside of you.
"Does that feel like a kid to you?" he rasps, lips pressed against the shell of your ear.
"N-No," you stammer. "Fuck, Jungkook, since when were you like this?"
"Since always," he responds, using two fingers now that you've begun to stretch out for him. "You just never noticed. You'd just tease me like the little slut you are, prancing around in those tiny shorts in a room filled with men. You were just begging for this little cunt to get filled, weren't you? Wanted someone to abuse these tiny holes of yours and fuck you nice and good."
"Yes, I-I... Shit, Jungkook, will you fuck me? Stretch me out nice and good with that massive cock of yours?" you question, mind going blank as profanities and lewd words spilled from your mouth.
"Do you think you deserve it, Noona? Do you deserve my cock after you teased me and called me a kid?" Jungkook questioned, fingers delivering a rather brutal and harsh thrust as he buried them deeper. A third slipped inside, and you felt your mind go numb, your hips lifting to grind your swollen clit into his palm. "Look at you- humping my hand like the desperate, pathetic whore you are. You'd do anything to get off, wouldn't you?"
"Yes, Jungkook- I'm so sorry, just please please let me cum," you beg.
You hear him pull out his cock, his other hand pumping it furiously as he nibbles at your earlobe. "You've gotten me so hard, baby. I wish you could see how hard I am for you, just from fingering this tight cunt of yours and seeing you squirming at my words. I want to fuck you in every position and make you cry."
"S-Shit, I want that too," you admit quietly. You want nothing more than to look at him touching himself, but the minute your head turns so much as a centimeter in his direction he slams his fingers back into you, making you gasp and moan at the onslaught of pleasure.
"Who said you get to look at me?" he hissed. "You don't deserve to see my cock yet. Eyes on the road. You can look at the next red light."
You weakly nod, whimpering as a confirmation of submission. You're so tense, your body riled up as you shake with anticipation, counting down until the red light up ahead. You've never wanted to see one so badly in your life, but your mouth watered at the thought of the pulsating red member, leaking with precum, eager to be buried inside of you.
You're squirming in your seat at Jungkook's ministrations, and you feel yourself getting close. "You're leaking all over the seat, Noona. You're making such a mess," Jungkook cooed, feeling how your slick juices dribbled down your cheeks and into your shorts, your panties drenched and sticking to your lips. You wouldn't be surprised if some of it got into the seat, but you couldn't look down to check. "Are you going to cum Noona? Are you going to make a big mess for me?"
"F-Fuck, I'm getting close, Jungkook," you whimpered, hands shaking. You felt as though your whole body was on vibrate. "Please let me cum. I'm so so so close."
"Not yet," he growled, the tone in his voice both carnal and feral. He slipped his fingers out of you much to your dismay. His fingers went around your swollen outer lips, squeezing them between his fingers, rubbing your clit between. "Ride that fucking edge, baby."
You're panting, and you hear his breathing get heavy. He sucks urgent hickeys against your neck, bruising the skin. He growls and groans against you, fingers slipping back in and pumping into you furiously. You only realize at that moment that he's doing it at the same pace he's touching himself, so quickly as though he were trying to hurtle himself to the edge.
"Fuck fuck fuck, I'm close Noona. I'm gonna cum." His hands slip out of you to touch himself, and you can only assume he's massaging his balls at the moment.
"J-Jungkook-"
It's at that moment you stop at the red light, and as though on instinct, he lets out a loud moan, reaching his climax as he tumbles over the edge. You allow yourself to look, finding yourself mesmerized by the sight. His cock was even bigger than you imagined, despite the fact you got a good feel earlier. The tip was angry and red, with cum leaking profusely down the slit and over the head, sliding down the shaft and over his balls and scrotum. You wanted nothing more than to lick every drop, as though devouring a popsicle stick in the summer heat.
He was a sight to behold, sweaty hair pushed back to reveal his forehead. He was glistening in sweat, his hand still gripped tightly around his cock as he milked out every last drop, cum profusely spilling over him and making a mess of everything it touched. The veins protruded from his arms, showing you that he truly was blessed with a man's body. His bottom lip was trapped between his teeth as he let out a low moan, tilting his head back as his hips bucked in the air, letting him thrust into his hand.
You gawk at what you're allowed to see within the lights of the street, but it seems to be over too soon, and you find yourself back on the road to stare ahead, your mind dazed and your body overheated. You never felt so turned on in your life from such lewd acts.
His fingers reach up, the two sticky and coated with cum, glistening in the passing streetlights. "Lick."
You open your mouth obediently, trapping his fingers into your mouth, letting your wet muscle twirl around the digits to get every drop. He pulls them out with a pop, much to your disappointment, and you let out a whine of protest.
Jungkook didn't seem the least bit embarrassed in comparison to earlier, instead letting out a low chuckle as he gives you a lovebite at the base of your neck. "I think Noona liked seeing me cum," he purred. "Do you want me to put my sticky fingers inside of you? Pump you nice and full with my cum?"
Your legs spread enticingly now, desperate and eager for him to touch you again, and he merely laughs. His sticky fingers rub at your pussy lips, swollen and warm from his ministrations, and you buck into his hand.
"You're so eager to have my cum inside of you, aren't you? Even if it's not from my cock, you just want to be filled up like the dirty whore you are, isn't that right? I can't decide if cumslut or cumdumpster suits you better."
"Please please please put them inside me, Jungkook," you whine, begging. You've never heard your voice sound so raw and needy before, but perhaps that's just what Jungkook did to you. His magic effect. "Make me cum all over your cum-coated fingers."
"I think of all the sluts I've fucked, you're the nastiest of them all," he sneered, though let his fingers go back inside of you. You let out a sigh of relief, moaning instantly as he easily finds your g-spot, playing your body like an instrument. The high you had been building up was now approaching once more, and you felt as though your body was a flame.
"I think this is the hottest sight I've seen," Jungkook admitted, nipping at the shell of your ear. "You're milking my fingers dry, baby. You're so tight, I won't be able to squeeze my fat cock inside of you. You couldn't take it."
"Y-Yes I could," you hissed, stammering all the while. "Make me take it."
"I would," he hummed. "You're about to cream on my fingers, huh? Gonna cream all over my filthy fingers with that filthy pussy of yours? Filled with cum but not with cock?"
"Yes, yes, I'm so close! Right there, right- ffffuck-!"
Your orgasm, however, doesn't meet it's tumbling edge. The moment you feel as though you're going to dive off the deep end, Jungkook pulls his fingers out. You're left feeling blank and empty, clenching over nothing as some of the cum he had pushed inside of you dribbles out. You turn to Jungkook, shocked, but he simply shrugs and wipes his wet hand on your thigh.
"We're at my place," he says, grinning the bunny smile you once would've defined as 'cute'. Now it was anything but. Now it was sinister. "Thanks for the ride, Noona."
His tone was sickly sweet and innocent as you would've suspected of him before, but now it simply was used in a mocking manner as he exited your car, leaving you high and dry, gawking at the orgasm that you swore you could practically taste on your tongue before he ripped it away from you. You were furious and frustrated, as well as everything in between.
Game on.
-
The next encounter you had with Jungkook was when Jimin had invited you to go out dancing with him, Jungkook, and Hoseok. There was a popular club that had recently opened, and seeing that your ass could apparently get you past any bouncer, you were their best option.
You agreed- though you had expected to see Jungkook at the usual guy's night, you supposed one day in advance wouldn't hurt.
You knew it was well worth it once Jungkook's gaze fell on you, your skimpiest dress showing the expanse of your thighs and cleavage. You simply didn't pay him any mind, however, simply turning your nose up and smirking. Perhaps he expected you to blush and duck your head once in his presence, but you could tell from the dark gaze he held throughout the night that he knew you weren't so keen on how he left you hanging.
It wasn't until he approached you at the bar, leaving the others swimming in the pool of grinding bodies and blackout drunks, that he spoke to you.
"I'd figure you'd be dancing a bit more, Noona. You barely spent any time on the dance floor," Jungkook commented, sliding into the seat beside you.
"I'll dance later, Kookie," you say, putting emphasis on his nickname, enjoying the heated glare he gave you. "I like to have a little bit of something in my system before I'm grinding against a man."
The corner of his lip twitches upwards into a snarl, seeing the shit-eating grin you couldn't help but conceal. "You didn't seem to have the same attitude when I was stuffing your pretty little cunt with my cum."
You do your best to conceal the upcoming shudder that runs through your body at his baritone voice. In an effort to hide the arousal you were experiencing at the moment, you simply hide your mouth with a sip of your drink, hoping that'll keep the emotions from bubbling to the surface. "That was before you confirmed my earlier suspicions that you were a kid," you say simply.
"Oh? Care to explain? I'd love to hear this."
You feel your own lips twitch upwards into a coy smile, gleeful that he was landing right into your trap. This was almost too easy- too predictable. You felt glad that it was your turn to have the upper hand. "A man knows how to please his partner and take care of her needs- push her over the edge. A kid, however, cares only for his own needs and gratification, caring for his own orgasm and not the other's." Your fingers trace absentmindedly around the glass, drawings circles. You hear the snarl that emits from the base of his throat, and a quiet voice in your head says the golden word. Checkmate. "That's the difference between a horny teenager and an experienced man."
"So that's how you want to play this, huh?" His eyes raked over your body. "Could it be you truly haven't learned your lesson? Or are you that desperate for me to touch you again."
You hum, shrugging as you slide off your seat with as much grace and elegance as you can manage. "You tell me, Kookie."
You slip into the sea of dancing drunks, bodies pressed against one another to the beat of the same old trap music. You let yourself sway to the music, arms above your head as you roll your hips, appearing as enticing and alluring as you can. You know all too well the burning gaze that you feel, your target of the night taking notice of your movements. It doesn't take long for you to feel someone pressed behind you, hands digging into your hips. His lips trailed up and down your neck, and though the bruises and hickeys from last time had disappeared, for the most part, you were all too willing to let them reappear and blossom across your skin.
You gasp at the feeling of his erection pressed against your ass, the outline of his big cock burying itself against you. Your hazy memory seemed to clear as you remember exactly how big he really was, and you gulp with anticipation.
"Does this feel like a kid to you, Noona?" Jungkook snarls against you, grinding his hips deliberately.
"Scared you're going to jizz in your pants like a horny teenager?" you counter, not allowing yourself to so much as taking in a breath.
"I won't be jizzing in my pants tonight, trust me," he responds. "Tonight I'll be cumming down your throat."
You tense at that. "Did you not hear what I said? You're only proving me right. Only care for your own needs, huh Kookie?"
His hand buries itself in your hair, tilting your head back so that the expanse of your neck is available to him. His lips press against your ear, hot breath fanning over you. "Only good little sluts get to cum- and you've been nothing but a brat, sweetheart. You're not going to cum tonight, but you're gonna beg for my cock. Maybe next time I'll let you cum. You'll be begging me to stop with how many times I'll wreck you in a single night."
Your breath hitches and his hand reaches forward, pressing your body further against his as his hand goes under your dress, hitching it up so that anyone around can see. His fingers trace the lacy outline of your panties, cupping your heat and feeling the warmth of your wetness. He smirks against you, and he shudders. "Look at you, so wet for just some kid. You're letting me touch your pretty little pussy right here on the dance floor where anyone can see because you're that desperate. Why don't you just admit what we both already know?"
You find your hips jutting against his hand, eager for more. "J-Jungkook, anyone could see. What if Jimin and Hobi see?"
"Let them see. I want them to see what a whore you are for me and only me, isn't that right?" he questions, fingers curling to grab hold of you possessively. "My little slut."
"Yours," you promise, feeling breathless. "L-Let's go somewhere private, please."
"Your choice, Noona." He lets go of you and grabs hold of your wrist, dragging you along until the two of you are outside of the club.
You find yourself being pressed against a brick wall, hoisted against Jungkook as he ground his erection against your core. His tongue dove into the hot cavern of your mouth, asserting his dominance as he swallowed your moans. You could feel the rough texture of the brick dig into where he had pinned your wrists, and you could do no more than squirm and take his humping as he moved you against the wall, your pressed body sliding up and down, letting the rough surface dig into your back through the thin fabric of your dress.
Your hips buck up to meet his, and though he had already confirmed that your needs wouldn't be catered to this time, you found yourself eager to begin anyhow. If sex was just about reaching orgasm, then people would simply stick to their toys or hands. Perhaps it was the feeling of pleasuring someone else that had people searching for physical intimacy.
"You're so desperate to get off, aren't you Noona?" Jungkook said, his lips brushing against your own as he murmured the words. "Dry humping me behind a seedy club- you look so desperate right now."
"I want you to touch me already, Jungkook," you hissed, your wrists twisting in his grip.
"All in good time," he mumbled, loosening his grip so that he could press harder against you, his hands finding their way to your breasts to give them a tight squeeze. "You've got such pretty tits, Noona, will you let me see?"
"Hurry," you whispered, feeling his fingers yank down the fabric at the top of your breasts, tugging the bra along with it to cup underneath. He held your breasts in his hands, squeezing as though he were trying to mold them, his tongue diving into your mouth again as he moaned. You felt the vibrations course through your body, and your legs circled around his waist, heels digging into the base of his spine to draw him impossibly closer.
"Fuck, you're so perfect," Jungkook hissed, his voice a low growl. "I can't wait to ruin you."
"Then do it already," you snapped, finding yourself impatient.
"Tsk- where's the fun in that? Gotta make you chase for it," Jungkook laughed, his smile cocky.
"Don't tell me you're playing hard to get," you muttered.
"You certainly aren't," Jungkook replied, pushing back to let your feet touch the floor once more, hands off until one reached under your dress, cupping your soaked underwear. "Do you get this wet for anyone, Noona?"
You whimpered, squirming as you felt his fingers slide your panties to the side, petting your wet folds.
You gasped when you felt a sharp slap on your pussy, and your body jerked.
"Answer me," he demanded, voice lowering to a husky growl.
"N-No."
"No what?" His question was followed by another slap.
"No, I d-don't get this wet for anyone else. Please touch me, Jungkook," you begged, pouting.
To your dismay, he only smirked, pulling his hand back, middle digit slick with your juices. "Get on your knees," he said simply. Your knees buckled, meeting with the harsh concrete. His finger dove into your mouth, allowing you to taste your addictive juices. "Suck it how you'll suck my cock in a few minutes," he responded.
You did as you were told, bobbing your head and keeping hold of his hand, keeping it still as you hollowed your cheeks. You stared up at him with wide eyes, anticipating his next move. He simply starved.
"Do you taste good?" He questioned, pulling back once you nodded with a low hum. "I wouldn't know, now would I?"
You licked your lips, biting them in an effort to further entice him. "Why don't you find out for yourself?"
"Can't do that, Noona. Once I get a taste, I won't be able to stop," he said simply. His hands reached for his belt, and your mouth waters in anticipation. You straightened your back, arms resting on his thighs until his cock sprung free. You could see it a bit clearer now from nearby lights, especially since it was up close. His size was on the bigger side, and you couldn't help but find your mind wandering to the thought of it stretching you out with a delicious burn.
"Do you want a taste, Noona?" he questions, smirking with satisfaction at the sight of your blown out pupils and watering mouth.
You nod silently, transfixed on the sight. You reach up to touch him, but he grabs your wrist in midair, stopping you from doing so. His expression hardened, and you looked up at him in confusion. "Beg," he simply said.
You clenched your thighs together. "Please... Jungkook, let me suck you off."
"You can do better than that, baby. Let me hear that filthy mouth of yours. You won't be able to talk in a few minutes, so make it count."
Your tongue felt thick in your throat, and you swallowed. "Let me milk you dry, Jungkook. I want to feel your cock in my throat and swallow every last drop. Won't you please let me be your good little cocksucker?"
"What are you waiting for? Get to it slut," Jungkook hisse. "Prove to me that you're worth putting my dick in."
You didn't hesitate, wrapping your mouth around the sensitive head and sucking, your tongue lapping over the slit with the demeanor of the kitten. You sunk further, tongue tracing the underside as you tried to memorize the feeling of his skin against your taste buds. You kept eye contact with him, eager to please as he stared down at you with a harsh, expecting look. It was almost as though he was doubting your capabilities.
As though eager to prove him wrong, you find yourself taking in a deep breath through your nose, knowing that a bit further and you won't be able to take much more. You then slam yourself down on him, taking him all the way to the base. You find yourself gagging immediately due to his length, a bit bigger than you were used to. Already you could picture the ache in your jaw that you'd feel from his considerable girth. Still, the moment your nose buried into the fine pubic hair, smooshed against his pelvic bone, you knew it'd be worth it.
Jungkook gasped, hips jutting out and into your throat as though he were trying to get impossibly deeper. He cursed and muttered, and in the process you found yourself backed against the wall once more, head pinned between the brick and his hips.
His pants and shallow moans made you greedy, so you squeezed your eyes shut and dug your hands into his thighs as he began to thrust in and out of your mouth, the same pace he used when his fingers dove into your pussy less than a week ago.
"Fuck fuck fuck, you take cock so good," he mumbled, hand buried in your hair. "Shit, how are you so good at this?"
His hips slammed forward once again, and you choked at the feeling of the head hitting the back of your throat. You gagged, and he pulled back, allowing you to breathe momentarily. He tilted your head up to look at him, his eyes blown out with lust to see you with mussed hair, the lower half of your face glistening in the light with spit. You leaned forward, trapping a testicle in your mouth as you sucked gently, whilst breathing through your nose to prepare yourself once again. Jungkook pets your hair fondly, fingers combing through the strands.
"My good little cock sucker. You're such a good whore for me, aren't you Noona? Think you'll let me cum down your throat?"
You nodded, opening your mouth as though on instinct, allowing him entry. He grinned, and you felt the heavy weight of him against your tongue once more. You felt more prepared this time, becoming used to the sensation, and allowing yourself to gasp or take in shallow breaths once his hips were pulled back.
You could feel him getting close, his thrusts getting far sloppier and erratic. A stream of sinful words and profanities spewed from his lips, and his hand reached down to the base of your throat, squeezing as he felt himself move within you.
"Fuck, Noona, I can feel my dick in your throat," he gasped out, squeezing as though to enhance the tightness of the confines of your throat. Your eyes watered as you were forced to take it, until his hips had buried against you, pelvic bone trapping you against the brick as the hot, bitter fluid spilled down your throat in white ropes.
Finally, he pulled out, his length softening. It was glistening with your spit, and you were left gasping for breath, sputtering and coughing from the brutal deepthroating you endured.
Jungkook's hand wove through your hair, massaging your scalp with a certain level of tenderness and gentle strokes that you hadn't expected. "That's it, breathe Noona," he said, cooing softly to you as you found your breath evening.
He bent down next to you, and you could only imagine what a mess you looked like. Your dress hitched up around your waist, revealing the dark spot on your underwear. Your breasts revealed with the fabric around your torso yanked down. Your messed up hair that went far further than simple bedhead from simply being pressed against the brick. Or perhaps it was the makeup smeared against your face, mascara at the corners of your eyes, lipstick smudged, and drool covering your chin.
Jungkook simply leaned in and kissed you, as though to knock the breath out of you further. His voice was husky and hot as it fanned over your lips, as though he were speaking into your mouth. "I'll repay the favor tomorrow, Noona. After all- good sluts get to cum."
-
You felt anxious at the next guy's night, finding yourself fidgeting and your mind wandering. You'd repeatedly have to remind yourself to keep your eyes off Jungkook, not allowing them to linger for too long in fear that someone may catch on to the arousal swimming in your gaze. Jungkook was a natural actor, however- not that you're surprised, seeing how well he had kept the sex fiend side of himself hidden for all this time. It's crazy to think that it's only now being revealed.
Your mind wandered to thoughts of how Jungkook was going to pay you back with the orgasm he had promised. It was risky, especially to do it in Jimin's own home, but you couldn't deny the exhilaration that flooded you. Was it the fear of being caught? Was it because you'd be doing it someplace you shouldn't? Or was it just because of Jungkook in general? You pondered over what would be better- his hand buried in your cunt once more, his head between your thighs, or his cock thrusting through your walls at a pace that made you dizzy.
You let your imagination run wild, pressing your lips to the bottle to calm the heat that surged towards the pit of your belly. How was it possible that you were getting turned on just by thinking of a prospect that had yet to happen?
You were so out of it that the time you zoned back in, the conversation seemed to have taken a dangerous turn.
"Look, pussy is the one thing you can eat after 8 PM without gaining weight!" Jin said, arguing with Namjoon.
"I mean, yeah, but it doesn't provide any nutrients! It doesn't fill you up, you can still be hungry after!" He was currently getting a drink from the kitchen, but seeing as Jin has a stubbornness to which none can compare, he continued the argument while the younger was in another room.
"Maybe in the traditional sense," Jin huffed. "What do you think, Y/N?"
"What?" you said, snapping back into the conversation. "What are you guys talking about?"
Taehyung rolled his eyes, bumping his shoulder against yours. "I was wondering why you hadn't scolded us for being weirdos yet."
"You've been distracted. Something on your mind?" Hoseok inquired.
"No, nothing, don't worry. I'm fine!" You let out a burst of nervous laughter, heat rushing to your cheeks as you tried to wipe the mental image of Jungkook hovering above you, pounding you into the bed, from your mind.
"You know you can talk to us about anything. We'll help if we can," Yoongi assures you.
You smile kindly at him, nodding at his words. "I appreciate the sentiment, Yoongs, but really, not- Oh!"
You immediately stood upright, gasping as the warm beer spilled over your shirt. You knew you shouldn't have worn a white shirt today- and it didn't help you were wearing a black bra underneath.
Namjoon cursed and muttered, quickly fetching a towel and giving it to you. "Shit shit shit! I'm sorry, Y/N. I must've tripped over a bump in the rug."
"Don't go insulting my rugs as an excuse for your clumsiness," Jimin countered.
Jungkook disappeared momentarily to get you a bigger towel from the bathroom, draping it over you as to save your dignity from being more exposed to men than you were comfortable with. "You might want to cover yourself, Noona. While I'm sure many of us would appreciate the sight, this doesn't seem to be the time and place."
"Gee, thanks, Kookie," you roll your eyes, though take the towel with appreciation. Your muscles are tense and stiff, however, when you say this, and you wonder if using his nickname so close to your reward will face any repercussions. You figured he wouldn't- after all, you were amongst friends, and he only seemed to be truly bothered by it in sexual scenarios. You didn't feel sexy at all with beer on your shirt. "This may be the only time I'm able to win a wet t-shirt contest with you guys."
"You'd win every time," Taehyung grins, only to have Yoongi sock him in the shoulder.
"Against the abs you guys have? I don't stand a chance!" You laugh at that. "Jimin-ah, I'll be back in a bit. I need to dry my shirt a bit."
"Feel free to grab one of my shirts- it's the least I can do," he says, allowing you to excuse yourself.
You do as he suggests, quickly swiping a shirt from his dresser and going to the bathroom, flinging the wet shirt to pat it and your chest dry from the beer with a fluffy towel. You grumbled to yourself, muttering slightly as you wondered whether or not you'd be able to get the stain out.
You were surprised by a knock at the door. "Uh, who is it?"
"Jungkook."
Almost as though by instinct, you find yourself opening the door for him, not even caring about the fact you were partially undressed. Jungkook closed the door and locked it behind him, and you catch him taking an appreciative glance down at your rack before diverting his gaze back to the ceiling. "Uh- just wanted to check up on you. You've been here for a while."
"Has it been that long?" You're slightly amused with the fact he can't even look you in the eye, wanting to show you respect. It's such a stark contrast from the sex demon he appears as on rare occasions- the man who stood before you was far closer to the Kookie you were familiar with.
"Yeah, the guys wanted me to catch up on you. Mainly to tease me again." Ah, so it appears they still haven't completely forgotten last week's ribbing.
You smirk at him, chuckling. "It's ok for you to look at me, you know. Might I remind you that you've done far worse?"
"I just wasn't sure if you were ok with it. That was a different context," Jungkook explained, though he allowed himself to look at you, doing his best to stare at your face. You couldn't help but giggle at how his eyes would do their best not to glance at your breasts, and you squeezed them between your arms and gave a little shake, seeing him gulp as he tried not to pay attention to what was in his peripheral.
"It's ok for you to look, Kookie," you purr, holding them up to cup them, pushing them upwards as though to entice him. His eyes darkened at the mocking tone you used, adding his nickname to create some sort of edge. "For you to touch too. I miss your touch already."
His dark gaze finally went to your breasts, which you held up as though offering them to him. He didn't hesitate this time, hands kneading at your breasts the way he had the night before. "Is that so, Noona?"
"Mhm," you hum, stepping closer to him, body pressed against his, trapping him between you and the door. "I've been thinking about it all day... and about that reward you promised."
"What reward?" He smirked, wanting to tease you.
You pout childishly at him. "The one for good sluts who get to cum."
He let out a low hiss at that, and before you knew it you're being hoisted up onto the bathroom counter. "You'll get your reward, Noona. But you'll have to keep quiet- and we'll have to be quick. Don't want the others to start suspecting anything, do we?"
You nod, biting your lip. "Please hurry, Jungkook."
He groaned at your pathetic whine, pulling your shorts and panties down, letting them drop to the floor. You hissed at the feeling of the cold countertop against your bare ass, but Jungkook simply gripped on tight to your thighs, caging them around his head as he took a swipe of his tongue against your heat. You were already so hot, bothered, and turned on that the wetness that had pooled between your thighs landed on his taste buds. He let out a groan against your pussy, burying his lips against it as he lapped once more. It was almost as though it were a drug, and he was being sedated.
"My little slut tastes so good," he groaned in appreciation. "Can't wait to make you cum with all the others outside."
"Please eat me out," you beg, hands curling into his hair.
He didn't respond, lips latching around your clit to give it sensitive sucks, enjoying the way you let out a small gasp, slapping your hand over your mouth as you moaned against your palm. He chuckled, sending vibrations throughout you, and you squirmed under his ministrations. His tongue dove from your pussy, lapping at the juices, up to the hood of your clit. He'd let out small groans of appreciation, tongue working quick as he paid attention to the small sounds you made, as though straining to hear each movement. Soon he seemed to have found out exactly what you liked, and he was using it to positively wreck you.
"Does this feel good, Noona?" he questions, one of his hands coming up to twirl around your clit, driving you closer to the edge. You could taste the orgasm on your tongue- it was tangible.
"So, so good, Jungkook. Please let me cum, I'm so close." You had been waiting for him to grant you this moment for a week.
He smirks, however, noticing how your thighs tremble. He adds more pressure as he gives a sloppy kiss at your folds, tasting the new arousal that flooded to your most delectable parts. "What if I leave you hanging again? What if I don't let you cum?"
"J-Jungkook, I swear to god-"
"Is that the tone you want to use with me, baby?" he warned, his thumb now circling around your clit instead of directly on it.
"Please please please!" you begged in hushed whispers, voice pathetically desperate. "Please let me cum, I'll be your good little slut. F-F-Fuck, I'm s-so close!"
"Are you now?" he hummed, lips returning to your clit to give it a harsh suck.
You feel your eyes roll to the back of your head, one of your hands buried in his hair and the other in a tight fist that you gagged on to muffle your moans. Your eyes were brimmed with tears, and you weren't sure if was because of the upcoming orgasm or because of the prospect that he'd rip it away from you once again.
"Please, Jungkook! Fuck, I want you to make me cum. I need you to wreck me already. Let Noona cum on your f-filthy tongue."
"Such a good whore," he said, and with one final move, a few more harsh sucks against your clit accompanied with small licks, you found yourself jutting your hips, rubbing your cunt over his face as he let you ride his tongue. His hands dug into your thighs, blunt nails forming tiny crescents.
It was when you finally came down that you blinked away the stars from your eyes, seeing him caged between your legs where you kept him trapped. The lower half of his face was covered in your juices, and his deceiving doe eyes looked up at you in delight.
He gave you one more lick, a long stripe up your core that had you shudder from oversensitivity.
He quirked a brow. "Want another one?"
-
Truth be told, you weren't sure exactly how you got in the situation you were in now.
That situation? Your hands tied to a chair as Jungkook leaned back on a table, jacking off, as you were helpless to only watch. You begged to do anything- from suck him off or even touch him, but it appeared that Jungkook liked the sight of you squirming with arousal, dying to help get him off.
It was a haze of how this came to be. Jungkook had been teasing you through texts, going on about how hard he was and how he wanted a hot cunt to bury himself in. You volunteered, but instead, you got the irritating text of got to make you wait for it noona. you're so cute when you beg ;)
So you naturally sped to his house in a fit of frustration and arousal, the minute you got through the door participating in a battle of teeth and tongue. One thing led to another, and before you knew it your hands were bound with one of his ties, and you were left whimpering with the purest form of torture you could've imagined. Your hands twitched to touch the naked man before you, aching to run over the golden skin and taut muscles.
He twisted his hand along his length, bobbing it up and down, giving you a view of his glorious thighs as they twitched and tensed under his ministrations. He teased himself thoroughly, and you were at the edge of your seat, pulling against your restraints.
"Do you need something, Noona?" Jungkook asks, panting with a low whine as his muscles clench.
You felt as though you were going mad. "Yes."
"What is it you need?"
"Your cock."
Jungkook laughed at that, reaching down to cup his balls, massaging them as he further stimulated himself, though still far from the edge. "I can't give you that, baby."
"Why not?" You clenched your thighs together, squirming. "You were just texting me about how badly you wanted to fuck me. I know you want to have sex with me, and the feeling is mutual. How come you're holding back and teasing me?"
Jungkook only laughed more at your desperation, using his free hand to reach over and cup your chin, forcing your eyes to meet his. "You wouldn't be this wet if I weren't a patient man, now would you Noona?" He let go of your chin to reach into your pants, past your underwear, slipping past your folds easily as his digits became coated with your arousal. He made sure not to touch your clit though, sliding his hand out to pop his fingers into his mouth before using it to slide up and down his length, using both hands.
"Please just let me touch you," you begged, your voice whiny and pathetic.
"Where's the fun in that? Just enjoy the show, babe."
He spread his legs wide to give you a better view, chuckling lowly as your breathing quickened. One of his hands reached up to twist at his nipples, rolling it between two fingers as he tilted his head back and groaned. "This is how I like to touch myself, Noona," he said, his voice far breathier than before. His pace as he jacked off quickened.
You let out a low groan that emitted from the back of your throat, and you clenched your thighs together, the sticky skin that wasn't hidden beneath your shorts clasping to each other. You were desperate for friction to your aching clit, but Jungkook was determined not to give in to your desires.
"Do you like this, Noona? Seeing me jack off in front of you. Would it make you feel better to know I've done this to myself countless times while thinking of you?"
"Shit, fucking hell, Jungkook. You're such a tease," you growled.
"Mm, am I?" Jungkook said though it didn't sound nearly as amused as he intended, a strain in his voice that wasn't there before. His hand came down from his nipple to massage his balls again, his hand running at an impossible speed. "Fuck, I'm close. Can I cum on your face, Noona? Pretty please."
"Yes, yes, go ahead." God, you were desperate.
He came forward, close enough where you could smell him and get all the close-up details, but too far to even wrap your lips around the sensitive head. You squeezed your eyes shut and opened your mouth wide once you felt the hot, white liquid land on your face. Some of it got in your mouth and some on your forehead, but a large bit of it landed on your cheek.
His breathing was heavy, and once you opened your eyes you were truly able to relish in the look of his post-orgasmic bliss. The two previous times took place in the dark in the midst of night, but now you could truly see the golden, glistening skin, and chiseled features of his toned and muscular body.
Jungkook tilted your head up again to look at you, eyes blown out with lust despite his needs being met. "You're so pretty, Noona."
He leaned in, but instead of giving you the kiss you expected, he went to the side, licking a stripe up your cheek as he collected the cum. You shivered as he then landed his lips to yours, and you could taste the bitterness as your tongues swirled against each others.
You felt breathless once he came back up for air, reaching behind to undo your bindings. Your wrists ached, and you massaged them, feeling how sore they are.
You looked up at him with pleading eyes. "When are you going to fuck me?" You weren't bitter this time, instead finding yourself asking it more so out of curiosity.
Jungkook simply smirked and patted your cheek, still sticky with saliva. "Soon, babe. Gotta make you wait for it."
You gritted your teeth at how he enjoyed setting you on edge, tonguing your cheek in annoyance. "Can't wait, then, Kookie."
-
You found yourself hanging out with the guys sooner than expected, but instead of it being the typical guy's night out, Jin had decided to throw a party at his apartment. As usual, you were put on mother duty to clean up after the fun was over, as well as make sure that nothing went out of hand.
To say you were distracted though, would be a significant understatement.
Properly to do with the fact that a buzzed Jungkook was pressed against you, grinding his hips against yours as his semi-hard erection rubbed against your thigh. His mouth had found it's way to your neck, sucking and leaving a trail, but your mind was hazy with lust, not even caring at this point that someone could walk in on you and Jungkook making out in this abandoned hallway.
"Jungkook," you whined, bucking your hips to meet his, offering more pressure.
"What is it, Noona?" he rasped in your ear. Your fingers wove into his hair as he dipped his head lower, sucking at a sensual spot where your collar bone curved up to your neck.
"Fuck me, please," you begged, your voice dripping with desperation.
"Right here?"
"N-No, take me to a bed or bathroom- anything. I can't wait any longer." You looked at him with eyes filled with desperation. "Fuck me, Jungkook."
"What makes you think you deserve that?" Jungkook chuckled huskily.
"You've been holding out on me like a tease. I just want you to shove your cock in me already."
He tsked at that. "So impatient."
You grabbed his jaw, forcing his eyes to lock with your own. "You started this to prove to me you weren't a kid. Your point has been made, and I know all too well that you're a man. I've learned that now, and I'll never forget. Make sure my body doesn't forget that you're a man, either."
At that he lets out a low growl, pressing firmly against you as he grips your thighs and hoists you up, carrying you to the closest bedroom as you cling onto him in an effort to prevent yourself from falling.
He kicks the door behind him, and your back slams down onto the mattress, your body bouncing against the springs. He doesn't care, however, climbing over you with a predatory gaze, as though he were fully intent on finally devouring you. He had gotten mere tastes of the meal to come, and you knew at once that once he slipped in so much as an inch, he'd be deemed insatiable.
He yanked at the leggings you had decided to wear, pulling them to the floor. "Such an impatient little brat."
"F-Fuck," you said, feeling him slide your panties to the side, thumb making contact with your already engorged clit.
"You're lucky I like you so much, Noona. I was intent on just teasing you for a bit longer, but you're just a cock hungry slut who wants to be filled as soon as possible, aren't you?" He chuckles as he removes his hand, much to your disappointment, instead opting to slide the offensive fabric down to the floor to meet your leggings, your shirt and bra following after. It showed the clear power play at the moment, with yourself being completely bare before him. He had been completely naked the last sexual encounter you had together, and your mouth watered at the thought of seeing the view again. He slapped your hands away, however, when you tried to yank at the sweatpants.
He dove between your legs, burying his head between as he forcefully pried your thighs apart, getting a full view of your cunt. "Want me to eat out this pretty pussy of yours, Noona? Get you nice and ready for my cock?"
"J-Jungkook, I'm so wet already. I can't wait any longer, just skip the foreplay," you hissed, thighs tensing beneath his veiny hands. As much as you yearned to feel the wet muscle against your folds once again, you wanted to feel him inside you.
"Are you sure, Noona? I don't want to hurt you. Sure you can take my fat cock?" To test you out, he puts two fingers in, crooking them up against your g-spot with expert precision. Your eyes roll back as you arch your back, desperate for more. He delivers as always, putting a third finger in.
"Gotta stretch you out. Want you to cream on my cock, Noona. Stretch you out good," he rasps, hovering over you, hot breath fanning over your face. "Wanna get you all messy and fucked out. Will you let me use you, Noona? Use you to spasm over my dick until I fill you up nice and good with my cum?"
"S-Shit, just fuck me already! Do whatever, I can't wait any longer," you whined, your mind spinning.
He didn't have to take any more orders, removing his fingers to wipe away the arousal left on your thigh. He yanks down his boxers and sweatpants, length fully erect. He strokes himself, Â spreading the precum that had already covered the tip. "Can I put it in?" he questions.
"Please." You seemed to be saying that a lot lately, so it seemed.
He flipped you over on your hands and knees, pulling your hips back until your ass met his dick. He circled the head around your entrance, as though testing the waters before he slowly sunk in inch by glorious inch, causing your eyes to roll back at the delicious stretch that he provided. He was bigger than most, so it took you a bit to get used to him, but truth be told it didn't hurt or ache due to the copious amount of arousal that he elicited from you.
It wasn't until he was balls deep that the two of you let out a groan, the moment the two of you were waiting for- for so, so long- finally arriving.
"God, you're tighter than I imagined, baby," Jungkook groaned, pulling his hips back slowly before thrusting inside you. You felt yourself fly forward at the force of his thrust, hands grabbing onto the headboard for stability.
"Ffffuck, you're so big," you whispered, groaning as you spread your legs wider, rubbing your ass against him as he let out a hiss.
"Yeah? Can you handle it, baby?" he questioned, hands digging into your hips thrust into you again, drawing out a long moan.
"Yes! Please, fuck me already," you begged.
"You asked for it." He grabbed your hair, pulling it into a ponytail before twisting it around his wrist for leverage. It wasn't until then that he began fucking into you, his thrusts precise and delibate, aiming for your sweet spot as you gripped onto the headboard and met him thrust for thrust. Your back arched at an angle you weren't used to, your hips snapping back to meet his, his thrusts causing his balls to slap against your cunt with each snap of his hips. The room was soon filled with the sounds of skin against skin, and both of you moaning to your heart's content despite the fact that other people were present in the apartment, not too far away.
"You like this, Noona? Am I fucking you hard enough? Deep enough? Fast enough?" Jungkook panted, yanking onto your hair to pull your head closer to his, his groans right next to your ear.
"Yes! Dear god, yes. Jungkook, I-I..." You felt your eyes roll back. "I'm close."
"Shit, already?" Jungkook seemed to be surprised by this but nevertheless crept his hand down, middle finger toying with your clit. You spasmed over him, walls clamping and clenching down on him as you found your orgasm washing over you. A white hot bliss filled you, spreading from your fingertips to your toes.
You collapsed onto the pillows, but true to his word, Jungkook wasn't done. He let go of your hair as he let you rest momentarily before both of his meaty hands were gripping the flesh of your ass, and he was thrusting once more, using your body for his pleasure. You couldn't do much more than take it, moaning into the pillows at the pleasure you were feeling. You didn't feel sensitive yet, enjoying the feeling of Jungkook drilling into you as you rode out your orgasm, spreading your legs wider and lifting one, making your cunt visible to one side of the room as he leaned against you, fucking you at an impossibly deep angle. With his free hand, he toyed with your clit, enjoying the way your moans became far more unabashed and free than earlier.
"F-F-Fuck, Jungkook!" You still felt a twinge of sensitivity from your previous orgasm, tears springing the corners of your eyes as Jungkook's ministrations began to subside the pain with pleasure.
"Gonna cum again? Get all messy?"
"Let me cum again," you begged, sobbing into the pillow as you felt the band stretch, ready to be released. The muscles in the leg he was holding up had begun to tense, indicating the approaching orgasm. "I'm so close!"
"Greedy slut," Jungkook growled, adding more pressure. Your orgasm was just as powerful, stars exploding behind your lids. You collapsed, falling limp as your body's tremors subsided.
You feel your body roll over, and with droopy lids, you're staring up at Jungkook. At some point, he had taken off his shirt, revealing the sweaty, golden skin that you adored. Your hands came up to run over his muscular form as he settled between your legs once last time.
"I want to see your face when you cum on my cock one last time, Noona. Give me another one. I love feeling you cream on my cock like a good little girl."
You nod, feeling him nestle into you before he's fucking into you again, eyes raking over your body appreciatively. He's already had you ten ways to Sunday, and still, he didn't seem to be sated. Who could blame him though? You looked blissful, a hazy, lust-filled look to your blown out pupils, and your messy bedhead surrounding your head like a halo. Your makeup had smeared and your skin was sweaty, and it pleased Jungkook to know that he was the one responsible.
You could tell he was getting close, the muscles in his abdomen getting taut and tensing up, his thrusts getting sloppier. If there was one additional thing you learned from this experience, though, was that he was stubborn and persistent. He wasn't going to stop until you came one last time.
His hand pressed against your lower belly as he pumped in and out of you, both of you feeling the movements of his every thrust inside of you. "I can feel how deep I am inside of you, Noona," he gasped out. "I can feel my cock fucking you."
Your eyes rolled back, gripping at the pillow beneath your hair as you felt your orgasm approach one last time.
His other hand made contact with your clit, and before you knew it you were unraveling, becoming completely undone both physically and mentally. You felt as though you were being elevated, a sort of high that had taken place once your final orgasm had taken place, and with the additional grunt and deep thrust that accompanied Jungkook filling you up with his cum, it added to the sensation.
You were breathless, both of you panting as he slipped out of you, rolling over to rest. You struggled to catch your breath, your post-orgasmic bliss filling your senses.
You looked to Jungkook with droopy lids, pressing a kiss to his temple as you got up and began to pull your clothes on.
He grabbed your wrist to stop you, brows furrowed. "Where are you going?"
"Don't worry, I'll be back. I just have to go to the restroom. Pee after sex and all that. I also need to get us a towel to clean up," you assure him, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips before exiting. He seemed worried about you leaving right after having sex, and you wondered for a moment if he felt betrayed by the thought of you leaving after getting what you had begged for, as though you wished only for a hookup with the younger man. Unfortunately, the bathroom wasn't connected to the bedroom.
It wasn't until you exited the bathroom with a towel in hand that Taehyung approached you. It didn't take a genius to realize what happened, considering the fact you smelled of sex and your appearance was a dead giveaway.
"So... you're hooking up with Jungkook now?" Taehyung questioned.
You grimaced. "Is that weird?"
"No, it's expected. Kid's had a crush on you for a while," Taehyung shrugged. "One of the reasons we teased him a lot."
Your brows furrowed. "Huh?"
He gave a surprised expression. "You didn't know? I thought everyone did. Especially with how whiny and grumpy he was with your comment on seeing him as a kid." He gave a boxy grin. "Guess he fixed that issue, though, huh?"
You waved goodbye and returned to Jungkook, noting how he seemed relieved to see you return, true to your word.
You climbed onto the bed, combing your hand through his hair. "Say, kid, how about we get a coffee in the morning?"
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