#but if they do i think im gonna just start scanning my forehead repeatedly until they leave

[instantarmageddon]

Sometimes when kids don't wanna let me see their bear to scan it, I just let them hold it and scan the tag. And every once in a while the parent will flinch and move like they think the little red light is gonna do something to their baby

[shlutnutt]

make it hurt

sum: punishing tate for being a bratty bitch lol

w: dom reader x sub tate, vibrator usage, handjob, oral(female recieving), overstimulation, edging, 69 kinda?

Your beloved remained silent, more than well aware of the small deep-colored vibrating toy you fidgeted around your palm. Not a single word escaped his lips nor a muscle seem to have shifted for comfort. He only layed on your guys' shared bed, the black latex suit he had on delighfully reflecting against the bright slightly orange-tinted lamp that resided just a few feet away from him. You would've believed he'd fallen asleep in his pretty boy fuck suit until you suddenly heard him voice

"i want it to hurt.."

Ignoring his neediness, you watched how Tate quickly returned to his dimming silence, filling in the quietness from his commentary and unzipping the black mask, removing it from his head roughly, just for you to encounter nothing but obvious sweat spots on his forehead, under eyes and his shaggy hair, giving it a beautiful slight wet look, whilst he only breathed heavily, attempting to inhale in the cool air that explored the bedroom.

"Im not satisfied with you behavior today, you nee-"

"yes! yes i know, please.. punish me, please. i deserve it~.."

Tate's neediness only made your insides crumble, the way he patiently waited for your arrival in his fuck toy suit, how he was positioned and ready for you. You only allowed your cunt to form those bitter-sweet juices you'd let out of whenever you were excited, whenever Tate excited you. How he'd ever so often give up his need of showing dominance and fully submit to you, never failed to drive you over the edge.

"Tell me what you want, my pretty toy?" you firmly questioned the man, observing how his eyes scanned through your body, in which you only snapped once, catching his gaze by surprise.

"I need you to touch me.. to make me yours, tease me, bite me, kiss me. I want it all.. p-please, y/n~" Tate was quick to reply, shifting his gaze from your own down to his enlarging crotch, in which's sight you hummed to, him softly whimpering under his breath from the lack of touch.

Langdon knew how much you hated when he had an attitude with you, like today, how he continuously rolled his eyes at you whilst you tried to explain why you were in such a hurry to leave for work. Obviously even after apologizing a counted amount of times, you were aware of how much he wanted to get on your nerves again, now it being knowingly known that he was aware of needing a well taught lesson as well.

You, though only looking over at his needful self, you continued to toy around the buzzing object you had in hand, deciding between which level were to be the day-maker for the both of you.

Now taking a few leepful steps towards the man, you managed to delighfully remove the lace underwear you wore under the silk pyjama gown that hugged your form nicely, standing brief-less beside Tate, his eyes becoming needier to the minimum movement.

"i ne- oh~" you heard Tate get rudely interrupted, by the feeling of your kneeled leg applying pressure onto the bed, sinking down slowly you decided to include your left leg now, lifting and accomodating it by his toned side, you straddling his suited form now.

"what was that?" you only leaned down to whisper, the feeling of your dampened cunt leading you to the thought of skipping the teasing procedure and going straight to what you came for.

Tate only breathed heavily, holding aback those sweet little moans, as you glided the powered-off toy up and down his upper chest, tapping it smoothly across his pink-tinted clothed nipples. "baby.. please. please.." he only proceeded to beg, as the little sweat that rested on his forehead multiplicated with each and every tap you'd gift him with. "m-mommy!" Langdon yelled out now, the twitching of his cock speeding up under you, more than prepared for it's release from the slight bit of sexual affection you shared with him.

"don't cum until I tell you, okay?"

"mhmm~.."

"use your words."

"yes. yes, okay? yes!"

His urgent response was what drove you over the edge, what made you quickly switch your position from regular cowgirl to reverse cowgirl ontop of his upper chest, your bare cunt only being a few inches away from his face, making him whimper to himself, his member only being a few inches away from yours, making those sweet-bitter juices now drip out of your cunt.

"are you gonna be good for me?" you questioned with need.

"i p-promise i'll be good.." hesitated Tate, knowing how difficult this task was going to be due to how bad he wanted to cum already.

Unzipping his crotch zipper now, you set his pre-cum dipped cock free, bits and bits of little juices leaking out of its reddening tip. The view only being mesmerizing and needful, you were quick to turn on the vibrator on the lowest level available and rapidly attaching it to the very tip of his cock, smoothly gliding it down to the base, lower to the balls and back up right behind the tip, memorizing how this sweet spot drove him crazy, his moans increasing suddenly to the gesture.

Enjoying his struggle you soon turned up the toy to its higher setting, now starting with the balls and back up. Adding extra pressure onto his tip you notice how his toes curled and his thighs shook repeatedly, his release not being too far from nearing.

"remember what i told, Tate." you reminded as you felt him become uncontrollable by the second, you continuing your work.

Tate was more than eager for your approval to his release, so he found a quick distraction. With your pussy being ever so near to his face, he stuck his tongue out, it surprisingly reaching your clit. Him toying around with it as you toyed around with his tip, you couldn't help but to give in and push yourself further onto his face, his cock not for once not being your main focus point at the moment.

As the toy buzzed onto his, you proceeded to gift him with his request, for it to hurt.

You only powered off the toy and threw it to the side, retracing your concentration onto what you had infront of you, you elbowed on either side of his thighs, your cunt still being devoured by the man.

Carefully utilizing his pre juices as lube you begin to jerk him off, his moaning becoming unstoppably loud onto your pussy, the humming sensation making your legs tremble. You guided your hands to firmly grip on his bulge, making your way up to his tip and down to his balls repeatdly, increasing the speed with each and every moan he let out.

Hearing Tate shout out, "i c-can't.. im close!", hinted you that you were doing more than good, so you of course had to make it better. You stopped giving him his pleasure, edging him to making him near on cry in frustration. His begging and loud raspy whimpers feeling your heart with desire and pleasure, you slowly resumed your work, feeling his hot breath fan your cunt with the satisfactory sigh he let out.

"..hmm~.. can i cum now?" Tate was hesitant to ask, his tip now turning purple from overstimulation.

"think you deserve to cum?"

"y-yes!"

In no time you felt his release shoot up, landing on you and himself, you observing as his member returned to its natural pale-pink shade.

"i don't remember giving you permission.." you looked back at him, his eyes tighly shutting closed as you got up from your stance to pick up the toy you threw out of the way previously.

Turning on the toy to its higher setting once again you decided to involve your tongue with your work now, you licking at the base of his cock whilst the vibrator did its work on his overstimulated tip, his whimpers and uncontrollability just boosting you to keep going.

"i'll make it hurt, my pretty boy."

tags// @divineruler @copy-of-a-cheeto @evanmybeloved @billyhxrgrove @sinnersblood @crssjjh @myriadofcranes @mossybank @the-hotel-cortez

(dm to be in taglist! :) )

[thotantics]

⚤   pairing — reader + Jeon Jungkook

✎ word count — 4,191

✦ genre — smut, pwp

✗ warnings  — graphic description of sex, dom/sub roles, dom!reader, sub!jungkook, noona kink, overstimulation, edging, orgasm control, begging, cum eating, temperature play (just a lil ice nbd), gag (kinda? it’s cloth sldjf), wrist binding, ass eating (male receiving), leg humping, degradation

[requested] @over-kooked hhhhnnnnnnyello i am here. to request some Filth from the one person i know is gonna do it right, highkey because it would be right no matter how you did it just cuz it's u doin it. and by doing it i mean doing jungkook. and by doing jungkook i mean edging him until he cries goodnight i love you so much

[A/N] ngl i’ve been thinking a lot ab this lately. jungkook with shaggy hair has me all kinds of fucked up and i really just want to punish him ://// but uhhhh this got Out Of Hand Fast im so fucking sorrysdlkfj

Jungkook didn’t have to beg for you to take him this way. If he wanted this, however, he was going to go the full nine yards to make it happen, and he was going to adapt to this new role long before you ever agreed to it.

He dropped down to his knees while you sat at the foot of the bed, unsuspecting as he crawled closer, eyes big and a smile ghosting on his lips as he asked in the cutest voice he could muster, “Noona? Will you...will you fuck me?”

You laughed, amused as you reach out, cupping his cheeks, “Do you even have to ask at this point? You know I will.” You press a kiss to his lips, which were extra plump from your hands squeezing at his cheeks.

Jungkook leans into your kiss, wanting more, but you pull back, leaving one hand softly on his cheek. He nuzzles into your touch, eyes shutting, head tilting to the side. “Will be good for me?” You ask.

He perks up, straightening his upper body and nodding enthusiastically, “Yes, noona.”

“Will you let me do whatever I want with you?” You tease, but he nods even more excitedly, cock stirring to life in his gym shorts in your peripheral.

“Yes, noona, god... please, anything you want, I’m yours.”

You instructed him to strip and lay naked on your bed and wait for you to come back, and to obey one simple rule. You left the room in confidence, sure that it would be easy for him to follow this one rule at least to start. But when you returned, hands full of things you thought would be needed to aid in your fun tonight, you were greeted with the sight of him immediately breaking the first rule.

Jungkook is fully nude, as instructed and on his back, legs out stretched, toes curled, one hand massaging his balls and the other furiously pumping over the length of his dick. You freeze in the doorway, staring across the room at him incredulously because he doesn’t even have the good sense to stop. He locks eyes with you and keeps going, faster, harder, hips jerking up into his hand as he moans, calling out your name with a whimper.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You ask him. Depositing the things you’d gathered, you look him over and he stops, cock throbbing when he releases it to lay flat up his toned lower belly. His fists ball on either side, gripping at the sheets, but he doesn’t break eye contact with you.

“You’re such a needy little slut.” You reach out and plant a palm on his chest when he moves to sit up, pushing him back to the mattress.

“Yes, noona, I’m sorry. I just wanted to show you.”

“Show me what, baby?”

“How badly I want you.” He says.

With a smile curving your lips sinfully, you smooth your hand down his torso, raking your nails across the curves of his abdominal muscles until you get to his cock. He’s already impossibly hard and jerks at your touch, hips flexing up into your grip. You squeeze him warmly in the palm of your hand, watching as precum spills over the head and you tell him, “I know how badly you want this, my sweet little slut. But you said you’d be good for me. Now I have to punish you.” You click your tongue almost regretfully, but you don’t miss the excitement that flashes across his face before he bites his lip, reigning in his expression. As if you didn’t know how much he loved when you punished him.

It starts with a jerk of your wrist, and your opposite hand reaching down to copy the movements you had walked in on earlier. Massaging his balls and stroking his cock fast, squeezing him tight in your fist. It doesn’t take long, he’s vocally responsive immediately, chanting “Yes, yes, noona, yes!” but your movements are relentless and before long, he’s responding with less enthusiasm. What had been cries of pleasure soon turn to whimpers, but you keep it up and then he’s begging you to stop.

“Ah, please! No, n-noona, stop I’m-I’m gonna..”

He knows the safe word, so you don’t bother stopping until you feel his cock pulse, his balls tighten, and you draw your hand away from his shaft, squeezing gently at his balls while he bucks up into nothing, cock falling with a wet slap onto his lower belly.

“Good boy,” You coo, and then, just to make sure, “What’s the safe word, baby?”

“Macchiato.”

“I think you want to show noona how strong and resilient you are tonight, don’t you?” You tease, smiling as you grip the waistband of your shorts, pulling them down and stepping out of them.

Jungkook watches you undress with his lip between his teeth, almost painful as he grips it until the skin goes white and when you’re fully naked and he releases it, his lip is swollen and reddened but he doesn’t take his eyes away from you, scanning your body repeatedly, fists bunched yet again in the sheets, dying to touch you.

“Lay still and be good for me, Kook.” You murmur, climbing over his lap and situating yourself over his rigid cock. He automatically moves to grasp your hips, but you stop, pushing his hands back to the mattress firmly. “I said lay still.”

“Yes, noona.” He sighs quietly, “ ‘m sorry.”

Hands gripping each of his wrists, just to make sure he stays put, you shift your hips until you’re right over his cock, your lips parting when you shuffle down lower, enveloping him with the wetness of your sex. You don’t let him come inside just yet, instead using him to stimulate your clit. It’s a selfish position, taunting him with the warmth and wetness of your pussy without giving him the satisfaction of sliding inside, but the friction between you is delicious when you hump against the underside of his swollen cock.

Jungkook likes this for the first few minutes as you steadily grow wetter and begin to make a mess all over his groin. Hands planted on his firm chest, you work yourself over him harder and faster, and that’s when he finally starts to lose it.

“N-noona..” He gasps.

“What, baby?”

“I’m going to cum!”

“Me, too.” You pant, smiling down at him. His eyes flash, wild for a moment, and then he grabs onto your hips, attempting to stop you from continuing to thrust against him. You remove his hands, pinning them to the mattress up by his head, admiring the way his biceps flex in this position, and continue your onslaught, the slick glide of your cunt working over the underside of his cock making you feel dizzy with power as Jungkook begins to whine and protest.

“Wanna cum in you,” He grunts, “Please! N-no, I don’t want to finish, don’t cum yet, I want..!”

You’re too greedy to stop, chasing your high and ignoring his protests, rolling your hips in just the right spot, grinding your clit hard down against the head of his cock. You feel him cumming first, hot and wet, his dick pulsing as he groans and practically sobs from frustration, and you cum right after, glancing between you at the mess he’d made of himself and you.

The sticky mess on his groin was dizzying, a mixture of your bodily fluids that lay across his still twitching dick and streak up to just below his belly button. He’s got his eyes shut, chest heaving as he fights to take steadying breaths. Scooting a little lower on his legs, pinning his thighs together with your own, you reach down with one finger and gather some of the mess from his balls, swirling your finger into his cum and yours.

“Don’t act so disappointed, baby,” You tell him, “You know noona always takes care of you when you’re good.” He opens his eyes just in time to see you bringing two fingers, coated in cum, to his lips. “But you disobeyed me so I had to punish you a little bit. Now, are you going to be good?” He nods, and you tell him, eyes glazed with lust, “Suck.”

A quick and messy clitoral orgasm only fueled your desire to completely wreck him, and watching him suck the mess you both made off your fingers made your pussy clench around nothing. You dipped a free hand between your legs, groaning at the mess of cum coating your lips, dragging the split slicked fingers from Jungkook’s mouth and down his neck as you moved your other hand to press into his mouth, too. He’s just as greedy for the taste as you are to feed it to him, sucking noisily and shutting his eyes, lashes resting beautifully on the tops of his cheeks.

“Do you know how beautiful you are?” You ask him, hands smoothing down his chest, fingernails grazing across his sensitive nipples and making him jerk just a little under your touch. His eyes flutter open to stare up at you, but you’re too focused on the way his abs tense under your fingers. One hand continues south, smoothing over the still hard length of his erection, touching him delicately with the tips of your fingers traveling down to cup his balls. He opens his mouth to reply, but all that comes out is a breathless whine, drawing your attention back to his face.

Your free hand pushes the strands of his hair away from his forehead, stroking his face tenderly as you continue, “You’re so beautiful, baby. So strong and sexy, too.” You hum, watching adoringly as his eyes shut to your touch, your hand moving back to grip his cock, stroking him slow.

The added lubricant from your and Jungkook’s cum makes a sinful sound as you build up the pace, stroking him fast enough that you can feel his legs writhing under you, his hips twisting to get away from your hand. His beautiful features contort into almost pain, and it takes just a matter of seconds before he’s begging you again.

“Noona, please, please, I’ll be good, I promise, I - ahh!” He chokes on his words, sputtering when you rub the palm of your hand in fast circles around the very tip of his dick, whimpering when you pull back but the moment he’s able to speak again, he does, pleas falling from his pretty lips, desperate and loud.

You stop all at once, leaning over him to reach the bedside table where you had dropped a few choice items, grabbing a long strip of black fabric that had originally been intended to tuck your curtains up in the livingroom, but had been taking up space in a drawer and you’d never used. Jungkook, eyes still as he tried to steady his breathing and calm the throbbing ache in his dick, was surprised to feel you cram the fabric into his mouth. Eyes flying open, he watches as you secure it between his teeth and then shove the rest under his head, tying a quick knot at the back of his head to keep it into place.

“There,” You smile down at him, “That oughta shut you up at least a little.”

He tries to protest, but his words come out muffled, unintelligible through the cotton strip between his teeth, just tight enough that his lips can’t work around it. He grunts, teeth bared like a caged animal, watching as you reach across to the bedside to grab two more strips of the same kind of fabric. You didn’t own handcuffs and gags, at least not yet, so this would have to do for now.

“Aw, look at my pretty little slut now.” You giggled when you finished, his wrists bound above his head, tied up to the headboard. “You don’t get to tell me what to do when I’m in charge, baby.” You tell him, climbing off of his thighs and stretching briefly, standing up on your tip toes and groaning softly. “You were supposed to be good for me, and now look what noona had to resort to.” You tsk, shaking your head as you move back to the bedside table. The cup you brought still has some of the ice left in, though most of it had melted by now.

Jungkook watches, head craned to lift and see you over his arm but when he watches you pop a small piece of ice into your mouth, he swallows dryly.

“Since I can’t hear you, I guess our safe word isn’t going to work out very well right now.” You taunt, moving to sit again on his legs, straddling one of his calves and pressing your heat right up against him to keep him still. “Do you trust me, baby?”

He nods his head without a moment of hesitation.

“Noona will take care of you.” You remind him, smoothing a piece of ice down from his chest to follow the lines of his abs. He hisses through his nose, muscles tensing, but he doesn’t make a sound otherwise as you move the ice lower, over his hip bone. Watching goosebumps spread along his skin, traveling the path of the ice as you make little circles of wetness appear across his thighs is hypnotizing.

He’s doing his best to keep quiet, biting down on the fabric between his teeth and breathing harsh and even through his nose. The ice you’d been sucking on has all but melted and it’s left your tongue and the insides of your cheeks and lips cool when you lean down and kiss along his opposite thigh. The ice in your hand has melted under the heat of his skin, so you busy yourself sucking the excess water that drips down his inner thigh and pools in his hip bone.

He’s still throughout this process, and grateful for the fact that your lips and tongue have warmed up against his skin, especially when your mouth moves higher up his inner thigh, tongue sweeping across his puckered hole.

His body jolts with surprise, legs tensing for a moment before you pet him, coaxing his thighs to spread and lift, his feet planting on the mattress, breathing sharp and heavy through the material stuffed into his mouth. His eyes are blazing when you look up to meet them, and you can’t help but to smile as you continue.

Spreading him open with your hands, you lick with the flat of your tongue over his ass, and he jerks his hips, bucking against your face, a moan coming out strangled and muffled. You stroke his cock to loosen some of the tension in his lower body, nice and slow, being sure to stimulate the tip of him as little as possible. You know by this point he’s bound to be getting frustrated but you hum, sending little shocks of vibrations from your mouth to his body, nuzzling your face farther into him, flicking at his clenched hole with the tip of your tongue.

Jungkook is bucking against your face, thrusting his cock up into your hand faster, wanting more and moaning like a whore for you the longer you eat his ass and stroke his painfully hard dick. He starts to mumble behind the fabric crammed between his teeth, but you ignore it at first. Then he’s shouting, twisting under you, pulling away from your mouth and trying to get away from your hand, but you have a good grip on his cock.

“Noona!” The word is muffled and awkward coming from his clenched teeth, but you heard it, loud and clear.

“Do you have something to say, baby boy?” You wipe your mouth on the back of your hand and crawl up his body, kissing him along the way before you sit on his lower belly, cock just out of reach of your pussy, and pull the fabric out of his mouth so he wears it like a necklace instead.

“You’re g-going to make me cum again,” He warns, “Noona, please-”

“You don’t get to tell noona what to do.” You remind him. “Do you want me to punish you anymore?”

“No!” He gasps, squeezing his eyes shut, “Please, I-I just..”

“I was going to stop before you came again.” You tell him, “And I was going to untie you...” You tilt your head, regarding him carefully, “Should I?”

“Yes!” He cries, “I’ll do anything, anything you want.”

“Hm,” You consider it for a moment, but an image flashes in your mind of something that involves keeping him tied up, but in another position, so you lean forward, untying his bindings from the headboard but keeping the fabric around his wrists. You hold the fabric in one hand, keeping him on a leash of sorts as you climb off of him and off of the bed, “Stand up.” You tell him, and he follows your lead, all while you keep hold of his wrists. “Turn around.”

With his back to you, you let one of his hands go and reposition so you can bind his wrists together at his lower back. He doesn’t complain, so you turn him back around with a smile and reward him with a kiss. It’s the first time through all of this that you’ve let him kiss you, and you realize by the desperate way he clings to your mouth, face pressed tightly against yours, his tongue wildly tasting every inch that he can reach in the time that you allow him to do so. But you have other plans for that tongue of his, so you cut the kiss short and shove on his shoulders, pushing him down to his knees.

Jungkook started this whole thing by begging for it on his knees and you needed him like this, even if just for a little while. He knew right away what you wanted, eyes big and round as he looks up at your face, leaning in to the apex of your thighs. You spread your legs, widening your stance, looking down at him as his mouth finds your sex.

He parts your folds with nothing but his tongue, moving back and forth to spread your sex and lick you deep. He keeps his eyes on you, and from your view point, his hands tied behind his back is just as intoxicating as you had envisioned, if not more so. You shift down a few inches, settling some onto his face as he sucks dutifully at your clit. Hips rolling to match the rhythm of his tongue, you fist a handful of his hair, tugging his head back so you can see more of what he’s doing to you.

“Tongue out.” You gasp, pulling him back an inch or two further so you can watch his tongue lap at you. He moans against your sex while you fuck yourself against his extended tongue, movements jerky as you’re already near your high but you hold back, yanking him away from your by his hair a bit more roughly than you intended.

“Not yet,” You tell him, “I want you to make me cum on your cock when I’m ready.” He nods best as he can with your hand tightly wound in his shaggy black hair, and you lean down, roughly kissing the taste of your sex from his lips, swallowing the desperate moans he lets out.

“Stay on your knees,” You tell him, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. “I want to watch you beg for my pussy like a good boy and maybe I’ll let you have it.”

He shuffles on his knees closer to you, and you press your foot between his legs, so his stiff cock brushes across the front of your calf. “Please, noona,” He groans, “I-I’ve been really good, and I really want your pussy...n-now.”

“That doesn’t sound like begging to me.” You tsk, shoving your leg harder against his still wet cock. “Why don’t you ask nicely instead of telling me how good you think you’ve been.”

“M-may I please have your pussy, noona?” He tries again, fidgeting slightly with his hands behind his back while his hips instinctively press forward, rubbing his cock along the firm smoothness of your calf.

“That’s not good enough.” You snap, “Are you humping my leg like a horny dog? You’re such a nasty little slut.” You extend your leg more, encouraging his hesitant movements as he grinds into you a little more, “Rubbing your dirty little cock on me? Beg for my pussy, slut.”

His mouth falls open in surprise, eyes wide and innocent but the way he deliberately continues to rub his leaking, throbbing cock against your leg is anything but innocent. Nor is the way he pants and groans before he opens his mouth to speak again, “Please, noona, can I fuck your pussy? Can I feel your pussy cum all over my cock, please? I’ll do anything you want.”

“Anything?” You smile at him.

“I would!” He insists desperately, “I’d do anything to fuck your pretty pussy. I know it needs to be filled, I know you need to cum, please let me fuck you.”

“Tell me what a slut you are.” You tease him, dragging your leg up his cock until your foot presses into the inside of his thigh, and he stumbles back off of his knees, falling to the floor flat on his ass.

“I-I’m a dirty slut,” Jungkook rasps, and he falls back even further in defeat, laying on his side, his hands still bound behind his back.

“Do you hump anybody’s leg, then?” You ask, standing over him now.

“No!” He groans, “I’m yours, I’m your slut, only yours.”

“I should make you lay there and watch me fuck myself with the dildo you got for me, shouldn’t I? I shouldn’t reward such a filthy slut for behaving like this.”

“No!” He cries out again, but this time his voice cracks as he forces himself up into a sitting position, and you lower yourself onto your knees when you see the tears swimming in his eyes, “Please! Let me fuck you, noona, just let me fuck you..”

You smile at him, reaching out and cupping his face when he tries to hide the fact that tears are streaming down his face, wiping them away with your thumbs. “There’s my good boy,” You coo, “That’s very nice begging, baby. Do you want me to stop teasing you?”

“Please..” He whimpers, begging you with his eyes, his lip quivering as he looks at you.

Right there on the bedroom floor, you straddle his lap, his legs extended out in front of him, and you reach behind his back to undo the binds tying his wrists together. Jungkook sighs in relief the moment his hands are free, using them first to wipe the remnants of tears from his eyes before he gingerly wraps them around you, as if he’s unsure if you’ll allow him to touch you, but you settle down further onto his lap, rocking your hips to get his cock at your entrance, running your hands adoringly through his hair.

“Can I fuck you?” He whispers, “Can I now?”

“Yes, baby.” You smile, reaching between you to help guide him inside. He turns you quicker than you can blink, laying you on your back and lifting your legs high, hooking one of your knees over his shoulder while he presses the back of your opposite thigh, keeping you spread wide so he can bottom out balls deep into you.

His eyes practically roll back in his head when he starts thrusting into you, a slow drag on the withdraw that makes your toes curl before he slams back into you, the skin of his hips painfully connecting with the back of your thighs.

“Make me cum,” You tell him, nails scoring down his forearms as he holds you in a position that he can reach as deep as possible with each thrust. He sets a brutal pace, fucking you like a man possessed and driven mad with desire. “Fuck, Jungkook, you’re such a good boy.” You moan for him, traveling your hands up his chest and pinching at his nipples just to make him wince.

He hammers into you at your praise, grunting low and staring down at you, hair falling in his face. You grip two handfuls of his black, shaggy locks, tugging him down until he’s kissing you again as he fucks you with sloppy thrusts. When he cums, he begs you to cum with him, and you do, biting down onto his shoulder to the sound of his pleas for your orgasm.

You lay there together for a couple of minutes, tangled up in each other and sweating. Jungkook is the first to move, flipping over from his back to his side and staring down at you adoringly.

“You know I’m gonna get you back for that, right?”

You smile, shutting your eyes in post coital bliss. “Mm, I know.”