PAIRINGS; Jeon Jungkook x fem!reader
WORD COUNT; 2,8k | marriage au, vacation au
SUMMARY; hot vacation and wet sex makes for steamy seduction. That and the fact that thereâs nothing hotter thank fucking your husband in his ass on a boiling summer day.
WARNINGS; Anal (pegging), word slut 2 or three times, praise kink (almost excessive), lots of pet names (bunny, baby, sweetheart, darling, etc.), crying kink, mommy kink!!, you and jungkook in love in love, married!, jungkook is mentioned to be rich, kissies ;*, sweeet aftercare, jungkook goes deep in sub space, big bad dragon/little bunny metaphorâŚidk what I was thinking, yâall just in love with each other #couplegoals
A/N; sup you guys! This is my first writingâŚUhm, ever. Sorry itâs so short haha. Iâve always thought about writing but never truly have until this work, so, let me know what you think? Feedback I always very appreciated. And constructive criticism, no bullying. Anyways, please enjoy, reblogs would be great :)
Itâs too hot for this. Too hot for blankets, too hot for anything other than shorts and a tank, and wayyy too hot for jungkook to be moaning like this, arching his back in the sluttiest way possible. Like a little bow and arrow poised to strike. God your cunt aches at the sight, tummy so warm and fuzzy just from looking at it your almost sick. Such a fucking pretty man.
âHaaahhhâ another loud, desperate mewl pours from his open lips. Another of many. One after another, he canât contain it. Not when youâre plowing him far too good to be humanly possible, launching him face fucking first into an alternate dimension. His hole quivers more, squeezes tighter, squelches louder. Abused and pink; chubbed and puffy from such treatment.
It was mere hours ago youâd been busy cuddling on the porch with your dear little husband, pointing out the different clouds and shapes which werenât actually there, laughing at each otherâs teasing lies and almost snapping the poor legs of your seat from the effort it took to fit on it. Mere hours ago heâd been bursting with laughter, adorable bunny laughter and heart-squeezing smile. It was no wonder youâd swooned for him instantly, and yet now he was, at your mercy, just the way you were, mere hours ago on that balcony.
âmo-mmy. o-oh mommyâ with each thrust deeper then the last, you couldnât help yourself. The muscles from beneath the skin of his shoulders flexed, and stretched. Flexed and stretched. Your foot planted firmly in the bed sheets just to get good momentum, pulling out not even half way before shoving it back in so fast it was practically a blur.
âYou like that?â God your voice was utterly despicable. Trembling and breathy, yet low an raspy enough to have Jungkookâs entire body quite literally shaking, choking on a moan just to whine far too loudly for a hotel in agreement. He couldnât stand it, not any of it, and you wanted it just like that.
âPoor bunny, look at my baby..â his arms had gone weak beneath himself at least twenty minutes ago, slender waist and perky, round booty (oh what a perfect booty it was) shaking in the euphoric pleasure that was you. A short, pathetic yet aching whimper clucked from his abused throat. Your hips came to a slow, steady rock and jungkook wanted with everything in himself to refuse, but he couldnât speak. Could barely fucking move.
The image made you almost melt. Your heart squeezes and heâs pouting, oh so hard just like the greedy little baby bunny he was. He wanted you closer, so heâs just suddenly thought. The absence of sensation has him sinking further into space, mind swirling with each word you spoke, curling in his ears like smoke pouring from a hungry dragons nostrils.
In a way, it was indeed an accurate representation.
The poor little bunny and the big bad dragon.
If the big bad dragon was madly in love with the bunny, and the bunny was greedily mewling and whining for the dragon.
Okay, so, maybe not that accurate.
âI just want to eat. you. up, sweetheart. Youâve done so well all eveningâ the nails of your fingers rake over his back, long and square, before spreading out onto your palms squeezing at the petite, boney yet strong feeling of his slender waist. You were obsessed with it. Unfairly, bordering on unhealthily, but you couldnât help it. He was just so delectable in every way.
âDonât you think mommy owes her pretty, good bunny a treat?â Slowly, without much meaning, your hips continue to rock, nails latching into his abs as you make the effort to lean forward, nipples grazing his back as you do so.
No, it wasnât necessarily convenient to have your nails done like this when you were fucking your husband every night on vacation in some exclusive island of course only a man like himself could afford. However, making him stretch himself open has been quite the treat. A little something you learned you enjoy quite well.
Jungkookâs pink bowed lips trembled, little mole doing itâs dance as he opened his mouth to speak:
âK-kisses..â his eyes cracked open to beg you, so kindly your entire world almost exploded. As if heâd ever have to ask for kisses. What a perfect bunny. Here, beneath you, shaking and trembling, on the verge of another orgasm from the previous uncountable ones, begging you for a kiss just because heâs so sweet, and loves you so much.
âOh kookieâŚâ his eyes began to water, a sign that he was just in it deep. You knew a little break was needed, and so you allowed it. Here, strap buried a literal foot in his ass you connected your lips with his own sweet thin pinks ones and began to work your magic.
Your tongues mushed, pushed, and pulled. His lips, though surely sloppier than your own, felt so warm and longing for you, pulling you into his own. He just wanted to suck you deep inside of himself (literally and emotionally) so far that youâd never be able to escape. Youâd just stay with him and never leave. You felt like his rock, in this very moment. You are his rock, in this very moment.
Youâd run out of breath. 1, 2, 3, inhale and exhale. Jungkook had practically twisted himself backwards just to seek the solace of your lips. And so like magnets youâd drawn together again, forehead first, just resting. JustâŚfeeling. Feeling how close you were to one another. Feeling how deeply connected you were in this very moment.
âDo you wanna keep going?â your tone barely above a whisper. So gentle and earnest, just like Jungkookâs longing for you. He was still leaking profusely, though his dick wasnât hard from the profuse amount of prostate stimulation, balancing just there at the beginnings of madness.
Jungkook struggled to get the words out, or even think them his brain was so scrambled. Mind and body so high off the more than addictive substance that was you.
He swallowed before his head twitched forward in a nod, âwanâ it so bad mommy..â and just like magic there it was again. That sweet, love drunk little bunny. âWanâ it o-on my back. Wanna see youâŚwanâ you to see me..â
Oh, fuck.
His words hit your entire reproductive system like a sudden typhoon. You wanted to. You almost moaned out loud.
âMommy will give you anything you desire sweet thingâ Jungkook whimpered before you went to place a warm, chaste peck to his jawline, warning him before you pulled out.
âIs this okay?â your inquiries were met with hasty nods of confirmation. Pillows had been swapped around and bodies had been shuffled. Jungkookâs poor hips have been propped up onto two secure and ridiculously expensive resort pillows. Youâd never known anything could cost so much before Jungkook, especially pillows, but your sweet husband deserved the best. âOkay, Iâm gonna push in again, then, my loveâ
And you did.
This mewl was so much different then the last. The last 5 million, you should say. This mewl was warm and, achy, and heartbreakingly pleasureful in the most beautiful of ways. His back arched knee-jerkingly instant, chest raising high and face contorting in ways porn stars could only ever dream of, eyes rolling back at the ecstasy that rushed him. Toes curling and muscles tensing.
âGood boyâ you murmur. Two words that go very far for jungkook, seeing as his eyes are still rolled so far back you were afraid they were stuck. That and the fact his ass quite literally just swallowed at least seven inches in mere seconds. You were so impressed. So proud.
âFuck kookie thatâs so hot. Fucking holy shit kookie. Thatâs so impressive baby. Youâre doing so wellâ Jungkookâs toes were on the verge of breaking from how hard they were curling. Your praise reached nerve endings he didnât even know existed in his body, and he could only respond with a deep, throat burning mewl that sounded way too similar to a cry. âHubby I could cum just watching you take my cock, shit kookâ ten inches in, and his head dropped to the side, knees raising and spine tensing with a squeal.
âOh godâ his voice was broken and utterly blissed. Not a single thing was swimming in his head other than just how good his wifeâs dick felt buried so deep in side his ass. Hole so full he felt like exploding.
âBaby just a little moreâ you encourage. You can see it on his blissed out face, that little peak of determination coming through âjust a little bit more for mommy, come on darling, only a little bit moreâ and it wasnât too late after youâd finished those words heâd managed to maneuver down the rest. Despite just being fucked with this thing, he was still so tense. So worked up. Youâd grabbed the lube from its miscellaneous space thrown onto the also painfully expensive sheets, opening the cap with its distinct âpopâ just to drizzle more onto his quivering hole.
God, it was just so cute. Everything about your muscle bunny was just too cute. Two fingers reached out from your right hand, held like a peace sign and flipped palm faces toward him to rub the slimy substance onto his skin. Spreading it evenly.
Slowly you began to rock your hips.
âSuch a good job..â you murmur, closing the lube and allowing it to fall back into the white oceanic of swirling waves of sheets, your hands reach to grip the back of his knees and begin lifting softly, not even a centimeter further than before, allowing him to adjust âmamaâs so impressed bunny. Youâre doing so well for meâ
This time you pulled out a little further than an inch before pushing back in.
âOhâ his delicate voice crumbled, head twitching.
âThere you goâ with each thrust you were able to pick up until you were fucking him gently, slowly in and out half way, needy man already squirming beneath you in a pleasure you could only imagine.
Heâd expressed to you many times the way you make him feel, when you fuck him like this. How everything you do feels good, just because youâre you. But how fucking himâŚit gives him a moment to completely let go of himself. To completely fall into his sub space until he canât even hear or see anymore. Only feel. Completely let go and trust you to keep him safe. How you make him feel so comfortable and loved. It motivates you to fuck him with all youâve got.
âIs that nice, sweetheart?â you question. You canât peal your eyes away. Not even for a second. You soak up each micro-expression with as much passion as the last. âDoes bunny feel so good?â
Jungkookâs eyes were squeezed impossibly tight, fingers gripping at the sheets just there at his hips so tight his knuckles burned a bright white. âBunny feelâŚsâgoodâŚ!â His whole body jolted, mewling the last word out.
There it was.
Impossible to miss, youâd hit his delicate spot.
âThatâs so good baby, mommyâs so proudâ Jungkookâs grateful whimper from your compliment made you swoon.
âFaâ aaaaâŚ.please mommy fasterâ god this greedily perfect bunny man that was your husband was gonna be the end of you, his head nuzzled to the side, black hair splayed dark across the pillows like a halo, gotten long recently, pitch black. His tattoos, the colorful ones at least, seemed to glow underneath evening light. You complied easily.
The first snap of your hips has jungkook sobbing, jolting forward on the bed with an airy pout, lip ring sparkling with a sudden catch of light.
The whole room is on fire, and like a disease something catches you instantly, and suddenly you canât help the urge but to lift Jungkookâs legs higher into an almost parallel squat. Muscled, firm dancer legs feel like stone beneath your fingers at the action, the sluttiest whine bellowing from his chest, eyes crossing just to slide back behind his eyelids once more.
He can feel it, so deep and full itâs almost as if youâd reached his stomach. Youâre so deep that each flutter and squeeze of his walls sucks you deeper before panicking and attempting to spit you back out. But he canât. So fucking deep. The prospect makes his moan, loudly, over and over again as your hips pick up speed.
He feels so lost, so floaty that he canât find himself. His hands race, from the sheets to his thighs, fingers brushing against the skin of your abdomen. He tries to grab it as if it were your shirt. Reaching for it because even though you were so deep, fucking him three days to Sunday and within an inch of his life, he wants you closer. Wants to feel your body and hear you whisper anything in his ear just to know youâre there. Really there and that this isnât a dream.
He tries to tell you, tries to communicate how he feels but he canât speak. It only comes out as a long drawn out sob, and three fingers scratching at the skin of your tummy. Heâs so close.
âAlmost there, bunny? I can feel your pretty little ass forcing me out. Donât push me away baby, feel it. Feel how deep mommyâs fucking you babyâ Three fast slaps pursue your words before he squeals. Youâre words are so dirty, so dirty and if his prostrate wasnât so fucked heâd be as hard as a fucking redwood tree. Heâs leaking everywhere like a broken faucet, tears beginning to collect in his eyes. Heâs so close.
His eyes shut hard, extraocular muscles on the verge of snapping as his eyes thrash about behind his lids and pretty black lashes.
âMamaâ he manages to cry out, force it from his throat like a piece of apple lodged deep. The tears begin to overflow, spilling from his eyes, and then a hiccup âmama!â He mewls again, almost frenzied.
âIâm here jungkook, oh baby mamaâs right here. Let go sweetheart. Cum for mommy, jungkookâ the slaps have stopped, one last forceful thrust as your pelvis connects with his ass, grinding into his shaking, fluttering hole and demanding he take all of it like the greedy, good boy he is.
âMAMAâ he screams it. Even with the distance between other resort rooms and yours and Jungkookâs penthouse hotel, youâre sure another patron has to have heard him. His body shakes violently, trembling and inebriating his mewls and sobs. The shake at the weight of his vocal chords, chest rumbling and hitting perhaps his highest note to date. A record setter for sure. His nails grip at the top of his own thighs, and you have to flatten his fingers out flat with your palms before he draws blood.
âJust like that, bunny, so sexy. Yes bunny. Youâre so sexyâ practically moaning the words you assure him, continuing to grind your cock as deep in him as it can reach. He looks euphoric, you can almost feel it as he shakes, hiccuping with one last wail as the last spurts of cum shoot out across his upper chest and tummy. Even a little bit on his chin. His chest heaves, soft moans of exertion squeak from his throat. His fingers flap against your stomach, gesturing for you like a puppy does pets.
âGood job Jungkook, oh bunny you did so so wellâ your hands caress his waist leaning forward to pepper his sweaty face and jaw in smooches. Just as rewarding as his orgasm.
God, heâs still so high. He feels surrounded by you, utterly and completely as if heâd been swaddled in a blanket of you. Itâs so much. So much love whelming him in all the good ways that he canât help but let a few more tears slip. Heâs just so lucky.
Little does he know you feel the exact same way.
ââŚso blessed to have such a sexy, talented man like you kookieâ your hands are cupping his face now, kissing away his tears and peppering him in adoration. âso lucky and I just love you so much jungkookâ the words that fall from you even if excessive are true, all true and in a vulnerable moment he deserves to hear every earnest one wholeheartedly.
âmommyâŚouchâŚâ he sounds quiet and horse as he speaks, wincing as the strap shifts in him.
âOhâ sorry babyâ you chuckle, âIâll pull out in a second, okay? Do you need a second?â You brush the sweaty raven-colored bangs from his forehead to cool him down. He nods. Itâs still hot.
âOkayâ and so you sit there in silence, brushing the strands of hair out of his face and tracing each feature. Jungkook watches, too. Entrapped and unmoving at the sight of your eyes darting back and forth over his face. Heart so warm and filled and happy.
And in that moment, you both are thinking the same thing.
God damn itâs fucking hot in here.
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