A/N: I just saw the Joker and I just HAVE to write a story about it, so here ya go :). I am thinking of maybe making a part 2 of this, so just let me know if you like that idea! 

Genre: Joker!Taehyung, Angst, smut, oneshot (?)

Paring: Taehyung X reader

Word-count:6.5k

Warnings: Sexual content, groping, kissing, pinning, smoking, slapping, name-calling, Stockholm-syndrome.

Summary:You’d never thought you had to face the well-known criminal: the Joker, since he always targets rich people. Still, somehow the tables turn when you go to the famous club ‘La Farceur’ and to be faced with (maybe?) your worse nightmare.

Masterlist

‘Again, the so-called ‘Joker’ has raided another bank. 9 people have been shot during the raid, which of 4 have died. 20 people are badly wounded. This has been the fifth time this two weeks. How long do we have to wait for someone to act on this?’ 

You attentively watch the news as you see the blurred images of the man, who calls himself ‘the Joker’, and who does so much terrible things. You can’t imagine someone being so devilish; he doesn’t even do it for money you’ve heard. He is pure evil; he does it for his own satisfaction and happiness. People like this really do exist, which normally isn’t the case. People often do bad stuff because of lack of money or something, but he has all the money now and still continues to do bad stuff. Maybe he’s in depth with someone, it must be. It’s the only logical explanation. 

‘That guy is plainly sick’, you hear your friend comment from beside you, eating cereal just like you are doing. It’s really a tradition for the both of you to watch the news together in the morning, making that your bonding-time as roommates. Discussing politics and such. ‘He must be on some shit’, Lisa continues before taking another bite. You huff before agreeing, that man can’t be right in his mind. Or maybe he was fucked up in his childhood by his father or something, anything. Luckily you’re not likely to ever have to face him, being a student. He mostly targets rich people, like banks and stuff. Well ‘being rich’ is something that you certainly aren’t. 

‘He does have something hot though, I don’t know what’, Lisa comments, making you laugh out of disbelieve. ‘Damn Lisa, going out with criminals now hm?’, you tease her and she nudges you back. ‘I mean, it’s kind off wild. It isn’t a boring relationship, that’s for sure.’ You laugh even louder at that. ‘Well, true that honey. Still wouldn’t be my first pick though’, you response, shaking your head.   

The both of you finish your food and get ready for your first class. You walk to the campus together, talking about anything you could think of. You’ve really grown to like Lisa. You’ve now been roommates for 5 months, you being the somewhat silent person and she being the outgoing on. You really always need one of the two between friends, otherwise it won’t work. She takes you out to parties and you make sure she goes to school. You’re always together, having grown a strong bond together.

‘So, still up for some alcohol tonight? How about a bar or something?’, Lisa suggests and you nod. ‘Why not? It’s not like we have anything else to do.’ She looks with exciting eyes at you. ‘Wow, really? Thought you would’ve refused. Do I see a new woman in front of me?’ Lisa takes a step back as she looks at you in awe. You chuckle, lightly punching her shoulder. ‘We don’t have any tests or assignments, so why not? Therewith, I haven’t gotten laid in ages. It’s time’, you confess, carrying a frustrated face. She frowns. ‘How long’, she asks and you hold up 5 fingers. She gasps as she stops her pace beside you. ‘No… I’m so sorry for you. Why didn’t you tell me?’ She puts an arm around you as she still has a worried face, making you huff. ‘Well damn, it’s not something to discuss on a daily basis.’ You look around you to see if anyone has heard your conversation, being slightly embarrassed. You don’t see anyone, except this big guy standing along the sidewalk. He does kind of seem odd to you, but you decide not to pay any attention to him and to continue your walk with your worried friend.

You both arrive at the class, entering as Lisa keeps on asking about your sex life. ‘Lisa stop! I will get laid tonight and I will be okay.’ You stop her ramble. She pouts before agreeing. ‘Okay, but you’re going to have to put my sexy clothes on. A normal skirt wont do it with this mission’, she notes and you scoff. ‘Whatever makes you satisfied’, you say before you let yourself focus on the class, which is just about to start.

‘How does one own such a tight and short dress’, you complain as you walk down the street, trying to pull your dress further down. Lisa holds your arm hooked around hers, pulling you back up. ‘Don’t bend down like that, your boobies will maybe pop out doing that’, she giggles as she shakes her head. You scoff, not liking this outfit only one bit. Yeah, you want to get laid. But like this, it’s kind of cheap and that’s not really what you had in mind. You just want a one-night-stand, but not with some gross dude. He needs to have class and be a gentleman. But knowing Lisa, she doesn’t really mind about that. And there is nothing wrong with that; the girl has needs too. Your standards are just different.

You arrive at the familiar club ‘Le Farceur’, being one of the hottest clubs in the city right now. You often come here, knowing you’d get the optimal club-experience. You’d be surprised how many clubs aren’t great at all. Some clubs have old gross men on the side who keep on looking at you with there old eyes. Others just have awkward young people who don’t know how to party nor to throw one. ‘Le Farceur’ really knows how to do it having: great DJs; cute barmen; great lights and a beautiful dance floor made out of glass. You love the club and you always feel like you walk into another universe.

‘May I get that coat?’ The doorman asks and you nod, giving him exactly that. Lisa also gives her coat to the other man standing a bit further in the hall. You can already hear the music dancing off of the walls. When you take a turn to Lisa, you already see her flirting with that very guy. You don’t know how she does it with that much ease, you simply can’t. You can already hear Lisa say: ‘What makes you different, makes you special.’ Yeah, say that to the girl who will stay alone forever in her little house with her thousand cats.

‘Ready?’, Lisa asks as she approaches you. You nod and the both of you enter the hall. The club is already full with sweaty dancing people. The smokers are fully on and everything looks blurry as you enter the room. Immediately Lisa grabs your hand and pushes through the crowd, trying to find the bar at the other side of the club. The music is loud as you walk through the people. Some people are singing, some are talking with their friends; some are trying to flirt with others. You like this, it’s as if anyone can finally let loose in this room. There are no worries, just maybe the growing feeling that you might throw up because of the many drinks one has taken. No tests, no pressure from school. Just loud music and beautiful people around you.

‘You want the usual?’ Lisa asks and you nod. You look around as Lisa starts ordering. You can see a few familiar faces in the crowd, being people you know from school. You’re not surprised, this is a well-known club. Everyone at the campus talks about it. About people who have hooked up there, or even split up.

‘Here you go, one tequila shot, a lemon and some salt. Let’s go!’ Lisa yells after putting some salt on your hand. You immediately lick it off of your hand, shot the tequila through your throat and put the lemon in your mouth. You frown out of disgust, but then laugh because of the thrill it gives you. Lisa mirrors you exact, making you laugh even more. The both of you do a few more shots before heading to the dance floor, dancing together before Lisa finds a very handsome young man to dance with.

You can feel yourself getting drunk by the second, loosing up and dancing more freely. You let yourself focus on the music, though you don’t know the song.  You don’t really care though.

Suddenly you feel a hand on your shoulder, making you turn around. A tall guy stands in front of you. You giggle as you take a step closer and you can recognize his face. It’s the guy from this morning, he was standing along the sidewalk. I guess he did hear us talk and probably wants a peace. He looks mysterious, having dark glasses and this black suit on. It’s like he’s straight out of Man In Black. You just know he could take you just the way you’ve needed someone to for the last 5 months. A strong tall guy, maybe even a gentleman.

He now firmly holds your arm, almost painfully as he start dragging you through the crowd. You don’t know how to react, but you’re kind off too drunk to know how. You start pulling on your arm, hoping that the guy will just let go. It’s now that you’re beginning to panic, what does this guy want? Why is nobody stopping this guy? People see me right? They see me getting dragged out of the crowd? Or maybe I’ve done something wrong and is it security trying to escort me out. I just can’t remember myself misbehaving.

You arrive at a door in the corner of the club. The guy has been silent the whole time as you were trying to follow his fast pace through the crowd. You want to be sober so you could try to make sense out of this, but you can’t. You’re stuck being this drunk fuck that’s busy trying to keep her balance.

‘Who are you?’ you manage to get out. The man doesn’t answer and just starts dialing some number beside the door. You figured he is taking you in there. But why? This can’t be something bad, right? People didn’t just let a girl dragged through the club only to get raped. Or do things like this happen this easily? Thinking about it, drunk people don’t really keep an eye on others around them. So it’s possible. You begin to pull harder on your arm, even wiggling in hope that he magically let your arm go. The guy grunts, making the grip on your arm tighter. You let out a small yell out of pain, body falling in each other. You try to stay up, but together with your drunk mind you can’t really keep it that way.

You hear a soft beep and the door in front of you opens. The guy drags you through the door and closes it behind you. He didn’t come along with you; you’re just alone there in this room, that’s what you think at least. You don’t dare to look up; you just look down at your hands, which you can’t quite get focused because of the alcohol that flows through your system. You do notice the room is pinkish and the floor from is wood. Your eyes slowly make their way up and you now see a white carpet on the ground. Something like a sofa is on the end and a little coffee table on the side.

‘He hasn’t hurt you, has he?’ You suddenly hear someone say at the end of the room. Your body shocks by hearing this sudden voice. It does sound familiar, like you’ve heard it somewhere before, but not face-to-face. The voice doesn’t give you a good feeling though. You want to look up, but you’re a bit too dizzy to do so. At this point you don’t really know what’s real anyways.

‘You look weak, I didn’t fucking ask for a weak one’, the person says again, talking in a irritating manner. You frown, still looking down. ‘Then why don’t you fuck off’, you reply, not caring for the words you are using. You slowly sit up, finally finding your balance. You scan the room. You notice how the walls are red, the black ceiling and the golden decorations around the room. At the side you see a pole and you realize this must be some sex-room. At the end you see a big sofa with a man sitting on it. He’s sitting with his legs crossed and his head hiding behind a newspaper. You frown as you start to scan the man. He has a colorful appearance, wearing some form of a suit. You can even see the top of his head, showing a green color or maybe blue? You can’t really see that well, not with the blurry vision thanks to the alcohol. You do see some kind of smoke surrounding the man and when you start to smell, you just know it’s a cigarette.  

‘So you are feisty’, you hear him say with a smug sound. You scoff, trying to prove you’re not scared, but you fucking are. You don’t know what to do, but you do know this man has power.

Then his newspaper goes down and the painted face looks back at you, a cigarette resting on his lips and showing a cocky expression. Your eyes go wide and your heart starts to race a million times faster than it already was. It’s the fucking maniac. The guy you’ve now seen for months upon months, doing terrible things against the nation. It’s the man who has stolen billons of dollars from rich people and not hesitating to make a few kills for it.

He has a dark grin on his face, as he looks you up and down, standing up from the couch in the uncanny manner. You move your body as far as possibly away from him, that being your natural actions. How the fuck did I get in this situation. You try to move further back, but your head still tolls by the alcohol you’ve been drinking merely moments ago. He walks up to you with a fast pace, making you scared. He knows what he is doing and he loves it. He loves to make people scared.

He crouches down beside you and grabs your hair, pulling it back harshly so you look into his eyes. You can hear a soft thud beside your face, being it the cigarette he puts out on the wall you’re pressed up against. His face is very close to you now, his lips hovering above yours and breath hitting against your skin. The smoke is still coming out of his mouth when he starts speaking.

‘I’ve heard you that you are looking for something naughty, my ‘lady ’, he says with a low and dark voice, now letting himself sit down on your lap. You don’t know how to react to this, but your body does the job as you feel a certain warmth stream through you. You feel yourself now breathe much louder and your body wants something, you can feel it. You know the feeling all too well, maybe even loving the adrenaline flowing through your body that goes with it.

No, stop (y/n). It’s just the alcohol. You can’t feel this way towards this ‘man’.

The Joker smirks down at you upon seeing you struggle underneath him. He yanks your hair back ever so slightly, exposing your delicate neck to him. His eyes meet yours, still as dark as they always are, before he reaches down and gently kissing the exposed skin, surprising you with the gently touches. It’s not something you’d expect from such a masterminded criminal like him, the Joker. Your body shakes as you let yourself embrace the tinkling feeling on your skin, which are vastly changing into sloppy kisses and making you moan ever so quietly. Why is he so damn good at this?

‘Let’s see what you’ve got, baby’, he whispers into your ear after parting his lips with your neck, he even had inspected the red skin it had turned to. Suddenly he yanks on your hair as he stands up himself, forcing you to get off the ground. You let out a small whine as you try to follow his forcing moves. He pushes you towards the couch, not so gentle anymore, and bends you over right on that spot. You inhale sharply upon this action, but you don’t fight it for some reason. Your brains are telling you to scream and kick your way out of it, but the alcohol is letting that voice fade into the background together with the pounding noises from outside the wall, where people are still dancing and shouting along the music. The only thing you can focus on now is his groin pressed up against your ass, feeling so thick and long, and the way it makes your body ache for more.  

‘You know what ‘Le Farceur’ stands for baby?’ His hands are finding its way around your butt, tracing soothing circles and making it hard for your knees to stay up. Then, with no warner whatsoever, he pulls his hand up and lets it down with great force against your ass. You let out a small high-pitched moan, making yourself again amazed at the way this man can make you weak like this. You can hear him laugh behind you, cocky that he could make you feel this hot by only slapping you. ‘It stands for ‘the Joker’’, He says, both hands groping you harshly, your body pleading you for more. You lean into him as he does so and you can’t do anything but to plead out your pleasure.

‘F-Fuck daddy.’

You feel another slap on your butt, but this time a bit stronger and with more passion than before. You hiss this time, not feeling any pleasure by that, rather pain. But not the kind of pain you want to run away from. Your arms almost give in by the force of the slap. He grabs your hair again and pulls you up straight against his body, his hard cock pressed up against your butt with more force. You can already taste it on your mouth.

‘who?’ He asks as he moves his hips forcefully against your ass, making your back to arch into him. You love this, you love the way he makes you dripping wet, the way his cock forces its way against your ass and making you hope you didn’t have any panties on.

‘J-Joker’, you reply, almost moaning, as he remains to move against your ass from behind you. You can practically feel the way he smirks behind you, eyes printed on you as he does so. He lets go of your hair slowly, his fingers wondering down. He touches every single feature of yours, beginning from your neck, down to your arms and gently groping you and making you rill all over. His hands grab the soft fabric of your dress and pull the strings over your shoulder. The newly exposed skin are immediately marked with his wet kisses, making you arch into him. You want to be closer to him. He doesn’t react to it, he just continues his way down, letting the dress slowly slide off your body. You feel nervous as he does his action, too much anticipated and wanting him to fuck you already. You even let out a soft whine, hoping he would punish you or anything, but he doesn’t. A mastermind indeed.

When your dress finally hits the ground, only wearing your panties now, you can feel his hands caressing your breasts. You can hear him grunt when he start pinching your nipples, pleasure getting ahead of him as he does so. You hum when he gropes your breasts with more force, pulling you closer against his body and you feel his dick again close against you. He is such a tease, being so slow with you, not fucking you immediately.

‘Patience my baby girl’, He whispers into your ear as he lets go of you. You let out a small noise, feeling so naked and untouched when you don’t feel him against you anymore. You want to turn around, but you can hear a disapproving sound when you almost did. ‘No can do, baby doll. Patience I said’, he instructed and you obeyed. How hot he might be and how much you want him inside of you, he still is one of the biggest criminals. He is still dangerous and you wouldn’t want to get actually hurt by this little game he is playing with you.

You can hear something hitting the ground, some kind of fabric maybe. You don’t really know where he is in the room since the noise from outside is still pounding through the walls, music and talking people getting right through. It makes you even more wet upon knowing he’s about to fuck you so hard while people are right there outside. Oh, you want him to. So badly.

‘Lay down’, you suddenly hear from behind you. You say as you are told, lying down on the sofa in front of you. First you sit down, making eye contact with the man in the room and you are not upset with what you are met with. He is standing in front of you, fully naked. His body is painted with thick caramel-colored muscles, shining under the dim-pink lights around you. His legs look strong and his chest looks so inviting, something you want to have a taste of. His cock is standing strong and proudly, looking so good and delicious. You just know he’s going to fill you up the way you want him to and with that dazzling expression, he is promising he will just do that.

‘You like what you see, don’t you baby?’, He declares as he sees your longing eyes, finally laid down on the sofa. You swallow back your words, knowing you can’t get too excited. You’ve learned your lesson now; you won’t let him tease you that long again. You need him right now and toying with you is definitely not the way to go.

Your eyes are widened when he decides to slowly walk up to you, making your body ache of desire. His muscles move strongly, but still so delicate. You hate the fact that you can’t see his face, though you still find the façade kind of exciting. His eyes still look dark when he finally reaches you, like he is fucking you with them, but not touching you yet. You squirm on your place, trying to calm yourself down and to net get too excited.

In one swift move he had placed himself above your waist, his dick throbbing as you can basically taste him. He is so close, you just have to lean forward and you can just-

‘No no, sweetheart. I’ll guide you’, he says as he pushes you back on your place, making you whine once again. You knew you shouldn’t have whined that much, because suddenly his eyes looked angry, making you shiver. He grabs your hair once again and yanks it back. There flew a shot of pain through your neck, since he has bend your neck over the handrail. You let out a small yell upon feeling that, but before you could say anything was his face already close you yours.

‘Whine fucking once again and I will snap that neck.’ His threat got through to you and you just nod, eyes wide open, as you feel terrified. He sits back on your waist as he suddenly puts a cigarette in his mouth, lightening it with a small lighter. You look at him with awe as he pulls his hair back and taking a deep inhale of his cigarette. Though he had just threatened you, you still think he is so beautiful, in some ways.

‘Now, darling. Open wide’, He says as he suddenly closes the gab between you and his cock, his body now placed above you. You open your mouth as far as you could, your hands finding its way to his cock and placing it right in your mouth. You can hair him grunt as you lick his dick wet, making it ready for you to suck on. You begin slowly, making your mouth hallow as you let him enter your mouth. You can taste the saltiness of his skin, but still the way it’s so delicious. His hips slowly begin to rock with your movements, making a pace onto your mouth. You can now smell the smoke again and when you look up, you see him exhaling all that smoke out of his lungs.

How can one be so damn hot when smoking?

You begin to suck, making slurping sounds with your mouth as you do so. It’s now that he grabs your hair and starts to moan a little upon feeling your mouth surrounding his cock. You make sure your hands are making rotating movements around his dick while sucking him dry. He feels the urge to go faster, so he starts pulling your head and you let him guide you. His pace is fast and it’s not easy to keep on sucking, so you instead make your mouth hallow again and let him go as deep as he wants. He loved that move and immediately makes use of it.

‘Yes baby, let me fuck that mouth hmm’, he grunts as he rocks his dick as far as he could into your throat. You make gagging sounds and you have to gasp for air, but somehow that makes him hornier and he only goes faster by it. You don’t really care about it, you want him to abuse your mouth like this.

‘Fuck I need that pussy.’ He thrusts his dick as far as he could into your mouth for the last time, staying there for a few seconds, making your gasp as you almost past out for air before releasing you. You lay back as you have to come to your senses for a few seconds and look back up, seeing his cocky face with his dark eyes. He again blows out some smoke as he had just taken an inhale from that cigarette. It makes you frown in the haste of the moment, thinking of how bad smoking is. But it occurred to you that he isn’t a healthy man and that a cigarette is probably the least of his problems.

He puts the cigarette down on the edge of the coffee table beside the sofa. You look at him, anticipating on his next actions.

He grabs your hips and lays you on your belly in one swift move. He then pulls your hips up, leveling with his cock. He starts dragging his cock against your damp panties, which you sadly are still wearing. Your body leans into the touch and you start to wiggle your ass, hoping he would feel more tempted to fuck you. Instead he lets his hand fall down on your butt with a great force, making you exhale sharply and feeling the way your skin burns under his touch. If anything, that made you want him even more. You could never find a better sex partner than him.

‘P-Please’, you breathe out, arching yourself into him again. He presses his dick further up against you, rubbing up and down. ‘Please what, my princess’, he asks and you immediately reply. ‘Please… Joker’

He suddenly pulls your panties to the side and you are met with something other than his dick. You can feel his tongue gliding between your folds, licking up and down. Your body sinks down and your ass perks up, wanting him to hit certain spots. He finds your clit with ease and his hand begins to toy with the little nub, making circular motions. You moan into the sofa as he finally gives you the relieve you’ve been searching. He even ads another finger into the mix, inserting it into your hole. His fingers a tall and thick as it moves through your insides, hitting al the right spots when hit curls inside of you. Nobody has ever known to pleasure you like this, not even once.

Through all of this he hasn’t stopped to taste you and even groan when he does so. He seems to enjoy you so much; he has never felt such passion with anyone before. Nobody ever really wants to fuck him, he is the Joker nonetheless. They are always afraid of him; so he often has to force them, really, and after that probably kill these women. But you, you have the same kind of crazy mind like he has. The way you want to stay good, but for him you’d do everything. His little slut. And no way he will throw that away. He will keep you, his own little whore to enjoy.

Your body begins to shake as he keeps on pleasuring you and you feel great heath rising in you. You can’t help yourself but to reach behind you and grab his hair, you need to hold something. In return, he grabs that hand and forces it down beside you and pushing your ass way further back so he can insert his tongue into you. Out of pleasure, you begin to moan loudly, calling his name multiple times. He keeps on thrusting into you and rubbing your clit when you finally come, the heath finally bursting out of you and leaving you breathless on that sofa.

You can feel his eyes on your back, probably smirking for the thousandth time as he sees you laying there, body still weak as you’ve just cum. That rest didn’t take long as he turns you back on your back and pulling your legs upwards, hooking them on his shoulders. You look up into his eyes, still breathing loudly as you do so. He looks back in yours, an uncanny grin on his face as his cigarette is back in his mouth. He blows some smoke out into your face, making you cough slightly. His grin turns into a small laugh upon seeing you like this, taking another inhale before taking out the cigarette and connecting your lips.

You inhale the smoke into your lungs as he kisses you with all the passion he has to offer. Your tongues immediately connect an you again can feel his cock pushing up against your entrance, making your inhale against his lips. He explores your mouth with his tongue as he slowly rocks his hips up and down, feeling your wetness against him. He grunts and his breath begins to make a pace. He makes one swift move, putting his cigarette back down before saying: ‘You really are one special slut, aren’t you my love?’

With that he suddenly thrusts his cock inside of you, breaking your lips apart as you inhale sharply. The pain shoots through your body, not being used to his size and also not having had sex for a couple of months. You grab his arms out of discomfort, nails digging into his flesh and making him his too. He stops moving by that as he looks at you, expression filled with passion, though you can’t see it since your eyes are tightly closed in pain.

‘Easy baby doll, relax’, he says, leaning down to your ear. He slowly starts kissing you on that spot, trying to make you focus on his lips and not on the pain that shoots through you. Like magic, you can only focus on his kisses and you start to hum in enjoyment. You thought he wouldn’t stop for you to adjust, but he does. That isn’t something the ‘Joker’ would do, is what you thought. Maybe he is just a big softy from the inside?

As his kisses become rougher, his hips slowly start to move, at first a bit rough, but slowly better and better. You begin to moan against his shoulders as his pace goes faster with the second, eyes frowning by the pleasure it is bringing you. Your arms find their way around his neck as you try to get him closer to you, smelling his scent and savoring it in your memories. God, you hope you can remember this tomorrow.

His pace has gone up again and is now pounding into you, skin making loud noises against each other in the room. Your moans are just as loudly heard, slipping through your lips when you are not kissing his neck. You love the way his body is so close to you, how he feels so good and big inside of you. He fills you up better than you’d thought he would. Everything is better than you’d thought, he is the perfect man. He knows just the right ways to please you, like how he angles his hips to hit that special spot inside you. Damn Joker, you look like a criminal but fuck like a goddamn god.

‘Fuck, you are so tight and so good. So well behaved, my little doll’, he mutters under his breath as he grabs your throat, putting a soft pressure on it. You feel the way your air ways are getting blocked until you can barely breath and you can’t help yourself but to moan. You want him to own you like this, to make you his slut. ‘Such a fucking freak.’ His eyes are so dark as he leans down to kiss you again, hand still on your throat and hips slamming into yours. You don’t know what to do with yourself as the pleasure rushes through you, heath again growing inside of you.

It’s then that he pulls out of you, making you pout as he does so. He smirks down at you before he grabs your legs and unhooking them from his shoulders. He sits down on the couch, legs spread widely as he grabs his still-lightened cigarette from the little coffee table. He takes another inhale before exhaling again, letting the smoke wander into the room. You look at him in awe as you sit right up, admiring his looks again. His silhouette looks so beautiful from this angle and the smoke seems to almost dance around him.

‘Take a seat, darling.’ He really loves naming you things and it always seems to work on you, since you get wetter every time. You do as he tells you and sit on his lap. He looks up at you, silent as he observes every single detail of your face, taking a few smokes a he does so. He then leans in to slowly lick your breast, making circular movements around your nipple. You hum in pleasure as you push your panties to the side and lining his dick up with your entrance. You slowly sink down on it until you can’t get any fuller. He grunts against your breasts, loving the feeling of you around him.

You move your hips up and down, slowly building up. He keeps on looking at you as he takes his inhales from his cigarettes, making you feel enchanted by his state of being. He does it just so well.

He puts his cigarette down again and starts to move with your hips, making a faster pace. You now are breathing loudly again as your body works hard to keep the pace that he wants and you can’t help but moan loudly because of it. He grabs your hips as he bounces you up and down his dick, making wet noises with your pussy rushing against his skin. He seems to love the noise as he keeps on trying to go harder into you. You pull your head back as you get lost in the pleasure he is giving you, body slightly beginning to tremble as the heath slowly grows into you. It only takes a few hard strokes for you to cum even harder than the last time. Your pussy clenches by the feeling and your body twitches, as you can’t help but to fall into his arms. He holds you, but doesn’t lose his pace as he also finds his own high. He makes a few hard thrusts as he suddenly comes into you, dick buried deep inside of you as he does so.

You both breathe loudly as you lay on top of him. He holds you tightly against his body when he still makes the last few strokes inside of you. He wants to burry that cum very deep inside of you, you’re his and that’s where his cum should be too.

‘Crazy girl’, he breathes out into your neck and you can’t help but to chuckle at that. You’ve just fucked the Joker, the person you basically hated. But you couldn’t get enough of him, though he might be a criminal. This must be some Stockholm syndrome or something.

‘You’re now mine, baby girl.’

Your eyes widen for a second, but then you realize that you probably don’t have a choice. He’s one of the bad guys and is probably the best one there is. You don’t have any input in this. That’s what you tell yourself at least. What’s really going on is, he fucks well and he feels good with you. You know it’s not good for wanting him, but it’s the plain truth and you actually don’t give a shit about it anymore. 

‘You will live with me, you don’t have to do anything but to fuck with me like a good girl’, he says before leaving small kisses on your neck. You hum by the feeling, again tingling your neck. ‘I don’t care, as long as I stay with you’, you answer and he huffs. ‘You really are my crazy doll, aren’t you?’

He hooks your legs around his waist, dick still buried inside of you and standing up. You cling close to him, as he seems to walk to a wall, pinning you up against it and pounding a few times into you, making you moan by the similar sensation. Then he continues his walk towards some door and opens it without hesitation, you still clinging onto him. A man is standing there, the same man who had brought you into this room. You widen your eyes and you try to hide yourself, but instead you only hear the Joker chuckle. 

‘We’ll be staying here for a couple of hours, get it done’, he says to the man before closing the door again. He lets you slowly slide down, his dick now out of you as he pins you to the door, which has been closed. He looks deep into your eyes with a small smile, looking like a different person.

‘Cause I’ve finally found my soulmate.’

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A/N: I have this story originally on my new Wattpad account: @a_sad_pandas_corner, where I will poste the episodes of this series more frequently. So if you want to keep up with the story I recommend you read it there :).

Chapter: Pilot

Genre: Loverboy!Taehyung, Fluff, Angst, smut

Paring: Taehyung X reader

Word-count: 945

Warnings: Abuse, unjust, anxiety, force, loverboys, sexual abuse, swearing, sexual content,

Summary: Only few can keep the good and the bad people apart in one look. When your first look upon Kim Taehyung found place, you thought you knew which of the two he was. Some people are wrong in those moments and will move on, but you aren’t ‘some people’ and that has gotten you at wrong places.

Your face remains down as you hear the door open. Every second suddenly feels like 10 more as the time goes on. You’re just sitting there, fixated on your feet which are carefully crossing each other on the ground, your hands squishing the fabric of the unfamiliar sheets. You can see your bruises, handprints which now paint your skin. It’s all so unfamiliar. The only thing that does feel familiar is that feeling. The feeling you always have during these 'moments’. Your heart pounds like you’ve just ran three marathons. Your head spins and you can’t fixate. You know that doesn’t just happen, that’s not something you’d usually do. It must be something in that damn drink they always give me. Sweat begins to drip off of your face, though he told me so often to stop that. How can I stop it?

It’s common for you to have these kind of 'thoughts’ during these 'moments’. You call them 'moments’, because the correct words make your heart ache. You know what’s awaiting you and you know you will feel about a thousand times worse and terrified than you are right now.  If I just knew where I was. But you don’t and it wouldn’t matter if you did know. He says I can’t know anything, and that’s what you will go with. Knowing nothing will always be better than knowing something, certainly in this industry.

The door closes. finally, Just get it over with already.

The time it takes for these men to close the door, is nothing compared with the time they take to have to walk to you. It’s the moment they slowly reveal their ugly selves.  They have zero shame for the things they do to girls like you. Though they are 'costumers’, it’s well known this isn’t legal. These girls aren’t allegedly letting themselves getting punched, tortured and sexual abused. They know what they are doing, but they don’t really give a fuck. And here you are, right on the spot where no fucks were given and you are the one getting literally nothing out of it besides hurt.

It has been about 2 days since you’ve been here, since that 'person’ had taken you to this place. It had been about 12 days since you even met this person and began to trust him. It’s so easy to fall for lies from others. So easy to fool others and get profit out of it. You knew this world excised, but more like 10 years ago. They were just stories and happened to a couple of girls around the country, you thought. But that It’d ever would’ve happened to you wouldn’t be something you would’ve expected. But here you are, in an unknown bed. Your own familiar clothes burned to ashes, letting you only wear the slightest of lingerie. Forcing you to lay there, chained up in this bed and letting men use you for nights-and-nights on. If you could choose between death and this, it wouldn’t be a hard choice anymore, if you were to ever get to a balcony. Or if they even have a balcony. Am I even in the city?

You slowly dare to look up at the man. He is tall, probably about mid-40s. His face is pale and tired. He could be someone’s father or husband, but no, he is in this room waiting for you to stand up and let him use you the way he wants to. Or maybe he is one of those gentle customers, though that isn’t common. With you, in your 2-day experiences, that hasn’t happened yet. Other girls in the building would be all happy when they had a 'softy’ and they would have finally been treated like a 'princes’ again. For these girls it has been too long. Too long that they had been suffered through these people and it has become the only thing they know. I need to stop fucking thinking. Thinking makes you feel just miserable. You will realise, over-and-over again, how bad your situation is. How bad you miss your family, your life. How much you regret you’ve chosen the wrong fucking guy. You could’ve just looked a little bit further than that fucking face of his, there must have been signs. How could you ever let this happen to you, why couldn’t you have been more careful?

Train of thoughts, which all these are, they will go away. Just like the saying goes: they are like trains. They come on by in a high speed, wheels making loud noises, making you feel nervous. The moment it passes you, you feel overwhelmed and a bit shaky, because the train is going so-so fast. It’s almost when it’s gone, that you’ve realized it was just a train and it’s nothing to be overwhelmed about. It passes like any other thought, it’s just a bit more scary than others. You just need to remind yourself to stay calm, then nothing will go wrong. But can it even get more wrong than the situation you’re already in and can’t get out?  

'Hi sweetheart, you ready?’

You again look up at the big man. He is unbuttoning his blouse, dark eyes on his face as he does so. You feel all kinds of shivers running through your body as he seems to undress you with those bleak eyes, your alarm bells are going off like crazy upon seeing this man disclosing himself. Your body screams for you to stand up and walk right out of that door. But fuck, you know better. You know better than to walk out of there and let those men push you straight back inside. You know it is no use; you will only make it worse. They will make you worse.

'Why don’t you get on your knees?’

And it starts.

I guess I’ve become a emo now, but I don’t mind some depth in my work :)

⋙Warning: This contains sexual content.

⋙Requests: Do you still do visual imagines? If you do, can I have how bts would suck/tease and play with his g/f’s nipples and breasts thx

⋙A/N: I’m sorry, I tried to make it a visual imagine but Tumblr doesn’t allow it anymore. I hope that this is also okay :) 

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Jin:

Jin always made sure to treat you like a goddess. He has gentle touches on your body, especially with your nipples. His fingers would trail down from your collarbones, down to your breasts as you ride. His breathing would be loud and a moan would leave both of your mouths when he starts pinching your nipples. His touch left goosebumps all over your body. This man really knew how to make love to you and you wouldn’t trade it for anything else.

Yoongi:

Yoongi just loved your boobs. He would always put it in his mouth, as if he couldn’t live without them. His moves were always rough and it wouldn’t take him long to destroy your pussy after you released your boobs out in the air. He’d suck on your nipples hard and his tongue would make fast circles around them, making you just as hot as he was for you.

Hoseok:

For him it wouldn’t be necessary to have sex to play with your breasts. Sometimes he would just pin you down on the bed, sit on your waist and pull off your shirt. Your bra was off in no time too and then he’d start squashing your breasts together, of course in a gentle way. His thumbs would glide over your nipples, making them hard and perky. He loved the sight. he could do this the whole day, just laying on you and playing with your boobs until the time had come to sleep.

Namjoon:

Namjoon had the biggest kink for your boobs. He knew they were your weakness too and as the kinky shit he was, he would throw some BDSM-equipment into it. He’d attach your nipples to some chains, making them sensitive and maybe hurt a bit. You both liked it hard like this and he made fully use of that through these chains. He loved the way your boobs would bounce and swing around as he pounds into you from behind. 

Jimin:

Jimin didn’t need to do much to turn you on. He would just have you seated on his lab, half naked. His hands would slowly make circles around your nipples. The tingling sensation would send you straight to heaven, getting your panties weak in a minute or less. Jimin loved to make you horny and needy like this for him. He didn’t need to do much more before you would go down on your knees and repay the favor. ‘You’re always so good for daddy.’

Taehyung:

Just as he had arrived home, he’d see you stand in your black lingerie. He noticed you were waiting for him, waiting for her boyfriend to fuck her right. He’d let his bag fall on the ground and would walk up to you. He’d loosen his tie before he scoops you up from the ground, bringing you to the couch and letting you down on his lab. His hands would pull down your bra and his lips would immediately be planted on your nipples. You’d moan out of relieve, being happy your boyfriend finally fulfills your needs. The one hand he has free, he would use to aggressively play with your nipples. This is why he loved to come home to you, you’re always full of surprises. 

Jungkook:

Jungkook loved to play with your nipples. He’d always take his time with you, giving every boob it’s own amountof attention. His tongue would make small circles around your nipples before pulling on it, leaving your nipples hard and perky. He loved the moans and whines he dragged out of you by his actions.

Dreaming of You - JJK M

Hello hello!

It’s been a while. I apologize for that but I’m back with some serious smut does that make it better???

Anyways, here’s a Kook crack fic because I am a simp for him.

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader (Jungkook X Reader)

Genre: Crack, Smut, Romance, Lil bit of Fluff

Warnings: *cracks knuckles* aight here we go. Smut Warnings: Oral, Female/Male Recieving, face fucking, throat fucking, cum swallowing, spit kink, daddy kink, name calling, degradation (Jungkook calls her dumb and stuff be she wants it I swear), unprotected sex (DON’T DO AS I WRITE pls), Creampie, lil aftercare, Jungkook is so in love, and so is reader pls save them.

Words: 8.9k

Rating: 18+

Summary: You and Jungkook had been dating a while, but you still hadn’t. You know. Got jiggy with it. So this is a story, about how you resolved that problem.

These past five months of your life had been, eventful, to say the least. Hell, the past 8 months have been wilder still. Your boyfriend, Jungkook, is a former boytoy. Playboy, man whore, fuck bucket whatever you wanna call it, he was that. You were a little sheltered. Not like, amish sheltered, but sheltered, nonetheless. You weren’t a virgin by any means, but that’s neither here nor there. Jungkook had been a notorious name around town. A server at the local diner, he was known to be flirtatious and entirely too handsome for his own good. And you? Well, you were a local high school counselor, helping the troubled youth of today.

More like: Helping teen drama queens and delinquents not kill each other on a day to day basis.

There was the odd time you did make a difference in some lives, but most of the time it was petty bullshit that could easily be solved by a little maturity. 

You two knew each other, it was a smaller town and most everyone knew everyone. You had graduated a year ahead of Jungkook but you both went to the community college together, although you knew each other and passed in the halls you knew he wasn’t a long term deal. He fucked a few times then ditched, that was his thing. He was notorious for running out of parties with different girls, it was what he did. 

You did your same old routine. School and work, funnily enough, at the same diner Jungkook still works at. But when you graduated college you realized home is where your heart lied. So you stayed. Grabbing a decent sized house near your grandparents that had raised you. And nabbing a new job that was infuriating yet rewarding.

Now, all you had to do was find a husband. According to your grandmother.

It’s not like she was forcing you, but she encouraged you to find a life partner, someone to share your home and life with. You know, real soft stuff.

But that’s when Jungkook had entered your life yet again.

In the form of a life saving event.

Very cliche shit.

You were drunk at a party on the beach and fell in the water, almost drowned but Jungkook saved your life. That’s when you two started to talk more. It wasn’t a big deal or anything like that.

Ahem.

Anyways.

Jungkook and you wound up dating-it totally wasn’t you drunkenly admitting you had feelings for him and then proceeding to throw up in his bathroom. No, that would be sloppy and unbecoming of a lady-you know what. It happened, and he somehow found it endearing enough to ask your frigid ass on a date.

At least that’s what your older brother Jin says. 

So, finally, you two have been dating for five months. It’s sweet and cute or whatever. 

But there’s one little problem.

You two haven’t fucked yet.

Not even like, a little bit.

Jungkook had said something about wanting to wait until you both were ready, and saying he wanted to do this right.

But for fucksake.

Five months? 

That’s a little long. At least you thought so. It was starting to make you feel as though you weren’t good enough. Now, before anyone thinks your worth is judged based on your sexual attraction to someone or something or however you play. You wrong, you’re worth much more. BUT. It hurt your pride. Just a little bit. 

You’d done the first kiss, an awkward little smooshing of lips between the two of you.

You’d made out of the hood of his car one night.

But everytime you go to take the next step?

“Not now babe, just wait a little longer.”

And you don’t want to pressure him, and you don’t want to go insane sexually… What else is a girl to do?

You’ve even done the classic going to bed in lingerie and wanting for him to come over, only for you to either fall asleep and him be too sweet to wake you or he winds up getting cold feet and not coming over at all.

It makes you a little sad, because you love Jungkook. You think about him when he’s gone. And how much you long for him to stay when he leaves in the mornings. Your sweet kisses that are shared on one of the many dates you do. You don’t just want to fuck Jungkook. You want to make love to him and all that hippie bullshit.

Okay, so you’re super soft for the guy.

He makes you want to be all smoochy and gross. 

There’s something about him though, that just makes your netherlands quiver, like some sex obsessed fiend. But you can’t help it. Jungkook is like a beautiful work of art, and you just want to tear into him like some fat piece of meat.

It’s all you could do to keep your hands off of him sometimes. 

The way he wears those fitted tops and just, ugh. He looks so damn good. But not only that, he has the personality of a fuckboy, flirtatious as a sinner and as sweet as honey. But his true personality. That’s what you love the most. A modest, nerdy guy who loved video games and banana milk. And, the cherry on top of it all. He loved you too.

You went out with a good friend of yours, Jimin, who was a former fuckboy himself. But was now married and had a boy on the way. To ask for his ‘sacred’ advice.

So, you were at the bar one night. 

That’s generally always a bad start.

Now, you’re drunk. 

Even worse off.

Thirdly, you’re listening to Jimin.

That is the fatal blow.

“Babes, listen to me,” he said, slightly buzzed from his cocktails.

“I’m listening o-sacred one,” you giggled.

“Good, cause my old ass is about to give you some good fucking advice,” he said, placing his hand on your shoulder.

“Less hear it,” you slurred.

“You need to be the prey in his eyes. You need to make him think that it’s all his idea. That you’re totally innocent in the things you’re gonna do. Like wear a short dress on your next date, or send a hot pic or something. Drop something and bend over in front of him to pick it up. Shake your ass a little harder to  Kayne for me, please. But that’s just a personal request, we’ll discuss those terms later.”

“Prey in his eyes huh?”

“Exactly, find out what his kinks are, play into them,” he suggested.

“How?” you sat on the edge of your seat.

This is what desperation does to a person, folks.

“Like, maybe he’s a dom, maybe he’s a sub. Start there. Does he normally take control of things, or do you?” He asked. 

“He’s normally in control,” you said, thinking of his lustful kisses.

“Okay, so probably a dom then,” Jimin analyzed.

“How do I figure out more specific things though? Like things I can do to turn him on,” you ask.

“Well, see if a certain title gets a reaction from him. Like sir, master, daddy? Any of those?”

“Okay, what else?”

“Well, is he an ass or tits guy?”

“He’s an opportunist,” you answered.

Jimin laughed at your answer, before getting serious.

“Does he have a breeding kink? Cum kink? Am I getting warm?”

“I don’t know, it’s not like I’m out here yelling about ovulating or something,” you stammered.

“You should try that!” Jimin encouraged.

“Jimin I don’t know,” you said, suddenly getting self conscious.

“Hey bitch don’t you start negative talk that’s gonna sabotage all my efforts here,” he warned.

“Sorry sorry, I won’t. He loves me, I love him, game face is on,” you teased.

“Good, listen to me though. If that boy doesn’t last longer than a minute dump his ass.”

“That seems harsh,” you pondered.

“It’s not, especially not for someone his age,” Jimin stated.

“I won’t leave him because of something dumb like that Jimin,” you said, feeling oddly protective over something you had no idea of yet.

“Just, try different things. Life’s too short not to fuck like bunnies while you can. I’m starting to get back pain if we go too long,” Jimin joked. At least, you hope he was joking.

“Okay, you’re right. I’m gonna go call him daddy and yell about ovulating,” you said firmly.

“That’s the spirit! Go!”

And you did. 

Go back home and pass the fuck out.

Listen, listen, listen.

You’re a notorious lightweight. 

But you had forgotten that Jungkook and you had planned a breakfast date that morning. So, when you hauled your ass out of bed you realized one: you had to puke. Two: you were late for your date. Three: Your period was four days early.

Scrambling to the shower you got in and turned the water up entirely too high making your head spin and fall out of the shower. Unfortunately, you had taken the towel bar down with you. Jungkook had his own key for your place now, so, naturally he let himself in. And when you fell, a cry came from your lips and a loud thud. Jungkook, ran in to find you on the floor, hungover and covered in towels. 

“Baby what happened?” he asked, rushing over and placing his hand on your head.

“Jungkook?” 

“What happened, did you fall?” he asked, looking at the running shower and your soaked body.

“Yeah,” you whimpered, Jungkook pulled you into his arms and patted your head to look for any sore spots.

“Do we need to go to the doctor?”

“No, I’m okay,” you whispered.

“Did you go out with Jimin last night?”

“Yes,” you said, wiping the water off your face.

“Sweetheart you drank way too much,” he chuckled.

“No,” you lied, biting your lip, trying not to die of embarrassment.

“It’s okay, big baby,” Jungkook laughed.

“Thanks… daddy,” you said softly.

You felt the harsh floor hit your ass as Jungkook dropped you.

“Ouch!”

“Sorry Y/N!” Jungkook hastily apologized.

He helped you to bed and the topic never even came up. As if dropping you was a regular occurrence. You couldn’t help but be slightly bitter. You really wanted that to work, cause it might have been a kink of yours. Can’t win them all you guess.

You reconveened the meeting of the minds with Jimin over a facetime later that night long after Jungkook had gone home.

“So your dumb ass was too hungover to get a sensible thought to go through your head?” 

“Listen,” you started. “I may or may not have been hungover, but don’t call a bitch out. Rude as hell, however I called him daddy and he dropped my fucking ass.”

“That’s oddly poetic,” Jimin commented.

“Shut up, I still have a bruise,” you complained.

“Well, Daddy’s out for now, so. Try just, doing something scandalous. Show off some sideboob hell, this is serious!”

“I can do my best,” you said, looking down at your girls with motivation.

A few nights later, Jungkook came over for dinner and a movie. You picked just a mindless action flick, but it would no doubt enthrall him. 

You dressed a little skimpier than usual. A tighter dress to show off some of your cleavage, you had Jungkook entranced at the door. 

He was way more touchy tonight you noticed. 

Coming up behind you and kissing your neck gently.

“Smells good baby, whatcha cooking?” he asked, leaning his head over your shoulder as his arms came around your waist.

“Just some cheesy alfredo noodles, nothing too crazy,” you said with a grin.

“Ooh, fancy pants,” he said, landing a tap on your ass that was gentle but noticeable.

“Not really, but I’m glad you like it so far,” you said.

“May I kiss the chef?” Jungkook asked, leaning for the corner of your lips. 

“Please do,” you agreed, turning to connect your lips with his. 

“Mmm, baby,” he smiled as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in tighter. 

“Missed you so much these past three days.”

“Yeah? How much?” 

“So much, Jungkook,” you whispered, breath fanning over his lips.

“Me too,” he agreed before bringing his lips back to yours.

Your mouths melded together as he led your hips towards his.

“So sweet, what are you drinking?” he asked, licking his lips.

“Peach soju,” you smiled.

“Mmm tasty,” he said, moving to turn away from you. No doubt to go slam the rest of that peach soju.

You grabbed the belt loops of his pants and pulled his pelvis against yours. “Baby, don’t leave me yet,” you whined. Jungkook made a small growl in his chest as he devoured your lips this time, gripping at the back of your dress with his fingers. You mewled at the action, leaning forward to press your body against his harder.

Jungkook pulled back suddenly, causing your head to swirl with confusion.

“Just a second, I need to go use the bathroom,” he said, waddling down the hallway.

Your dazed mind believed him.

But when he did finally come back he was flushed, like he wasn’t feeling well.

“You okay Kook?”

“Yeah, just, felt a little off for a second,” he said, skin returning to its normal color as he calmed down it appeared.

“You were gone for a long time, are you sure you’re feeling okay?”

Jungkook’s cheeks got warm as he looked at you.

“Much better,” he said, patting your leg gently. You’re not entirely convinced, but he brings his lips to yours briefly. You kissed him gingerly, but he pulled back before much else could happen.

“Well dinner is ready,” you said, bringing the dishes to the table. Jungkook hurried to sit down, ready for your cooking. You smiled as you set his meal in front of him, moving to sit down as well.

“Babe it looks amazing,” Jungkook said, eyes wide.

“Thank you, it’s nothing special but it’s always a fail safe,” you explained.

“Well I’m excited,” Jungkook said, digging in.

“I’m glad baby,” you answered before grabbing your own fork and eating.

The meal passed relatively uneventfully. You asked about work. He said it was the same as usual.

“Is Mrs. Lebanskyi still trying to set you up with her granddaughter?” You giggled.

“No, I think after the fortieth no, I have a girlfriend, she finally got it. That and I may have put a rather disturbing image in her head just for good measure,” Jungkook laughed.

“Ooh, disturbing image. Do share, do share,” you said.

“Don’t you know that mysterious guys are more attractive?” Jungkook teased.

“Oh I bet,” you said, sipping your wine.

“Well, how’s turf wars going?”

“Shelby is currently winning but Duke has been making some power moves lately,” you commented.

“Always liked that kid,” he said in reference to Duke. He was your troublemaker. But he had a great sense of humor.

The rest of dinner passed quietly. 

You and Jungkook both cleared the table, washing the dishes and settling down for a movie. Jungkook sat down on the couch, looking at his phone for a few minutes. 

Now it was time to initiate your newest plan.

“Hey babe, I’m gonna take a quick shower,” you said, moving towards your bedroom.

“Okay!” Jungkook said, head still in his phone.

“Be right back,” you stated.

“Kay,” he responded.

You got in the shower and washed yourself down. You shaved and put on Jungkook’s favorite lotion, then you forewent a bra, as well as putting some of your fancy panties on. Hopefully this next move would get those panties of yours to come off and get thrown towards some random corner of your bedroom. Or living room. Or kitchen. You weren’t picky at this moment.

So, you finally made it out to the living room, damp hair and shorts on. 

It’s time to put seduction plan number two into motion.

“Hey babe,” you said, sitting down and reaching over him to grab the remote.

That’s when you saw it.

Jungkook’s eyes were trained on your chest. You pretended not to notice, turning the movie on and settling into the couch with Jungkook. 

You sat with your arms crossed. Watching the action race across the screen. You stretched out your legs and had them draped over Jungkook’s lap. You watched the screen with tired eyes, when you felt Jungkook’s hand on your bare leg.

His eyes were still on the tv, but his hand was rubbing your leg slowly.

You tried to keep a neutral expression, but he was touching you… And his hands were so warm…

Jungkook turned to you for a moment, making your heart lurch into your throat for a second. Play it cool, play it cool.

You knew that Jungkook wasn’t stupid, but you weren’t sure if maybe this was pushing it a little too far. You could just do the adult thing and ask him if he wanted to have sex and why he hadn’t been more intimate with you but, where’s the story in that?

“You’re wearing that lotion I like,” he said, smiling.

“Well, you’re here so might as well spoil you a bit,” you said.

“I appreciate it,” Jungkook said, coming closer to bring your lips together.

“I was hoping you would,” you said, kissing him back gently.

Jungkook wrapped his arm around you, bringing your lips together sensually almost. The urge to rip your clothes off and have your way with him were strong in this one. But, you refrained. He has to think it’s his idea. His idea-oh god his lips are so soft, and plush beneath your own. Your mind almost went blank at the action of his hand coming up along your waist and pushing you onto your back.

Your lips parted as you stared up at Jungkook with pupils blown wide and breaths coming in short gasps. He looked at your eyes, then your lips as he connected your mouths again. You wrapped your arms around his neck and brought him closer. It wasn’t enough, you wanted him closer still.

Jungkook pulled away slowly, as if savoring your kiss.

“You’re so beautiful,” he smiled, brushing some of your hair out of your face.

“Thank you Jungkook,” you whispered, moving to capture his lips yet again when he put his hand on your shoulder.

“I think I’ve gotta get going, it’s almost eleven and I have to work in the morning,” he said, sounding just as disappointed as you felt.

“Okay Kook,” you said, sitting up to give him a hug.

That’s when you felt it.

A distinct prodding at your stomach.

You moved back to ask him about it when he placed a quick kiss on your lips, effectively dazing you before rushing towards the door.

“Bye babe! I love you!” he hollered, running out of the house and leaving you thoroughly confused and horny in your living room.

Soon after that even your work friends were starting to wonder if you were frustrated about something.

“Y/N, are you sure you’re alright? You haven’t touched your food,” Hoseok said, a good friend of yours who was the literature teacher. 

“Hobi, I’m gonna ask you something and you have to help me out. Jimin’s advice has failed me before and continues to do so to this day, but you-you’ve never led this lamb astray before, can I have some advice?”

“Of course, what’s the trouble?”

“My former playboy boyfriend won’t fuck me,” you said, covering your face in embarrassment.

Hoseok choked on his drink and looked around the office to make sure no one heard your debauched statement.

“Okay. Okay, rewind. Jungkook.”

“Yes.”

“Your sweet loveable boyfriend Jungkook.”

“Yeah.”

“Good communicator and flirtatious server Jungkook.”

“That’s the one.”

“Have you thought of, I don’t know, asking him?” Hoseok said, smacking you upside the head gently with a few papers.

“Hey,” you whined.

“You’re such an idiot sometimes,” he laughed.

“What do you mean?”

“Firstly, for going to Jimin for some kind of advice that’d only work in a romance novel.”

Oops.

“Secondly, for listening to any advice that came out of that idiot’s mouth,” he continued.

“This is feeling less like helping me and more like roasting me,” you complained.

“Partially because it is, but anyways. To the advice column of our paper,” Hoseok joked. “Well, talk to him and figure out what’s going on. Or if all else fails just show up to his house in a trench coat and lingerie, there’s only so many ways to seduce someone.”

–

Okay, you know this was a dumb idea.

But there wasn’t much else to do.

It’s the middle of the night, you’re standing outside of Jungkook’s apartment with a stupid peacoat on and your trusty pale pink babydoll. Your legs were freezing. You knocked on the door before you could think better of it and waited. Your heart was beating out of your chest. Eventually, a sleepy looking Jungkook answered the door. He looked at your attire and then up to your face.

“Babe,” he greeted.

“Hi Kook,” you said, biting down a shiver.

“It’s a little past midnight,” he said, looking at you with confusion.

“I know,” you answered.

Jungkook continued to stare at you before you couldn’t help the shiver that ran over you. Teeth chattering and body shaking, Jungkook’s eyes softened and he opened the door wider and urged you inside. Rushing into the living room you turned around to face Jungkook.

He was shirtless, a pair of joggers on and his phone in hand.

“We need to talk,” you said, looking at him with nothing but love and a little bit of lust because damn he looks so good-no! Damn it, try to focus Y/N.

“About what baby? It’s almost one in the morning,” he said, coming forward to take your hands.

“I don’t want to break up,” you said. Jungkook cocked his head to the side and pursed his lips.

“Okay-were you thinking that you did want to break up?”

“No! God no, not ever. I love you Kook,” you said, palming his cheek.

“Then why are you telling me you don’t want to break up? Are you drunk? Have you been out with Jimin,” he started to scold you, when you pulled him to your lips gently. He quieted down a little but pulled away nonetheless.

“Y/N, what is going on?” he asked.

“Jungkook, how long?”

“How long what?”

“How long are you going to make us wait?”

Jungkook’s eyes narrowed.

“What are you talking about, quit beating around the bush and just fucking tell me what-”

“Why won’t you fuck me?” you asked, blunter than you had intended.

Jungkook balked at you before he replied. “What?”

“Fucking, sex, making love whatever you wanna call it, why aren’t we doing it?”

“Baby-it’s one in the morning I don’t think this is the time or the place to have this conversation-”

“What conversation Jungkook? Are you just not attracted to me? Or is it someone else? Why?”

“Not attracted to you-Y/N, do you hear yourself?”

“My ears work fine,” you glared.

“Great, cause they’re about to get some use.”

You were going to argue some more, feeling rather defensive about the whole thing when Jungkook blocked your path.

“Not attracted to you huh? You think I haven’t noticed what you’ve been doing? Little fucking tease, that’s what you are. Calling me daddy, wearing no bra and those shorts as well as my favorite lotion. Now the trench coat-”

“It’s a peacoat,” you corrected.

“What the fuck ever, what I want…” he swallowed thickly. “What I want is underneath it anyways.”

“What do you want?” you asked.

“What I’ve always wanted from you,” he smiled. He approached and opened your peacoat, button by button.

Gently, he peeled back the coat and let it drop to the floor. Your lingerie decorated your body perfectly. But Jungkook didn’t even look at it. His head dipped as he came closer, your heart was in your throat. Was this actually working?? The fuck??

But, all you felt was Jungkook’s lips right above your left breast.

“This is what I want,” he said against your skin.

“My boob?”

“Your heart you idiot.”

“Lot of harsh words being thrown around right now,” you sniffed. But even you could help the small smile that came to your lips as Jungkook backed up. Carefully, as not to scare him away, you lifted your hand to his chest and laid your hand over his heart. “This is what I want,” you repeated.

“My boob?” he joked.

“Yeah,” you teased, pushing him back a little. When he frowned you sighed and nodded your head. “I want your heart too babe, always.”

“You’re such a softie,” he smirked, coming forward to kiss your head.

“Yeah yeah, only for you babe, only for you,” you warned.

“That’s all I care about,” he smiled.

“You’re such a little shit sometimes,” you growled.

“Sorry,” he said, trying his best to look sheepish.

“God sometimes I wonder,” you said, laughing.

“Anyway babe, about the other thing,” Jungkook said, looking at you.

“Huh?”

“Have you forgotten that you’re literally standing in my house in lingerie and heels?” he asked, incredulous.

“Sorry, my bad,” you sighed. “Here hand me my jacket, I’ll get out of your hair so you can sleep,” you said.

“Wait babe-”

“No, I get it. This isn’t the time nor the place to discuss that, I shouldn’t have woken you up-”

“Babe if you walk out that door in that set and I don’t fuck you, I have done both of us a disservice.” 

It was your turn to look shocked. “What?”

“Babe, I admit I was holding out on you,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I was used to being used, and people saw me as an object and not a person, but you changed all of that. You showed me what love is, how a relationship works. And I’m so grateful that you did. Because being with you is my greatest joy. Honestly. God I’m such a simp for you babe, for real. But-But with sex, I was worried that maybe all you wanted was that you’d slept with me exclusively. I know it’s dumb but I was insecure at first. Now-Now I’m ready to take that step with you, if you want.”

“Jungkook, don’t say something if you’re really not ready I’m being an idiot and-”

“Well you’re always being an idiot. But right now you’re onto something,” he encouraged.

“Okay, burn me, that’s fine. But, what do you mean I’m onto something?”

Jungkook groaned.

“Do you want me to spell it out? G-E-T I-N B-E-D-”

“Speak my language please,” you snarked.

“Get in my bedroom,” he said, walking and opening the doors to fucking heaven at this point.

“Are you serious?” you asked. 

“As a heart attack,” Jungkook responded.

“Holy shit-okay,” you said, walking towards the bedroom. Jungkook swatted your ass as you walked past him.

“Get on the bed, put your coat on the chair,” he said. You did as he asked, putting your jacket down and climbing onto the bed. You realized you still had your shoes on, moving to take them off you heard a snarl from the otherside of the room.

“Did I say to do anything else baby? Keep those heels on, it’ll be the only thing you wear when I’m fucking you,” Jungkook growled, walking towards you like a man starved.

Your heart wasn’t prepared for that statement, almost giving out at the last minute, before you could even suck his dick. What a shame, but a way to go nonetheless.

That’s when Jungkook’s hand gripped your jaw, not tight enough to hurt you, but enough to get your attention from your wayward thoughts. “Listen up babydoll, if you need to stop, say something. Make a safeword right now.”

“Uh-um, I’m really not good under pressure Kook-”

“I’m not fucking you until you think of one,” Jungkook said.

“Fine, fine. Uh-strawberry,” you answered.

“Alright, if you say strawberry at any point we’re done for the night okay? If you need me to slow down just say yellow, and if everything is okay tell me green,” he announced.

“Why couldn’t red be my safeword?”

“I just like to watch you struggle sometimes,” he smirked before bringing his lips to yours seductively.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him back fervently. Like this might be the last time you get to kiss this man in your life. Jungkook licked the seams of your lips, asking you to open your mouth for him. You did just that, opening your mouth and letting his slick tongue inside. You moaned when Jungkook wrapped his tongue around yours, showing you just a glimpse of the pleasure he could pull from your body.

“Baby,” you whined when he pulled back, mouth hanging open and chest heaving.

“I’m not your baby, sweet thing, no no. Call me Daddy,” he said, holding your head back so he could nip and suck on your neck.

“Wait, I thought you didn’t like that?” you asked, looking at him.

“What do you mean?” he questioned pulling away from you.

“You dropped me on my ass the last time I called you that,” you said, reminding him of your little experiment.

“Did you ever think that you shocked me by randomly calling me daddy outside of the bedroom?”

“Well, I mean I thought about it,” you sniffed.

“Clearly,” he snorted before pulling you back in, kissing you feverishly.

You whimpered into his kiss before wrapping your arms around his torso.

“Fuck, you’re so god damn sexy,” he groaned.

“You too Kook-”

“What did I say,” he snapped. “I’m not your baby, I’m not Kook, I’m your daddy. And you better start fucking acting like it before I punish you.”

His words sunk in and you nodded demurely.

“Yes Daddy, I’ll behave,” you said, biting your lip.

“You will huh? We’ll see about that,” he teased before pushing you down onto the bed, climbing on top of you and kissing your jawline, leaving wet kisses along your heated skin.

You moaned underneath him as he worked his mouth over your jaw and down to your chest.

“Such pretty tits baby,” he said, pulling them out of the lingerie. His eyes sparkled as he unwrapped his present like a kid on christmas. You arched into his touches, watching with rapt attention as he brought his mouth over your nipple. Your reaction was music to his ears.

“Fuck daddy,” you mewled, looking at him with stars in your eyes.

“Mmm, so sweet babydoll,” he said, laving his tongue over your breast salaciously. You moaned at the contact, shivering when he blew on the wet skin. He brought your hands up above your head, holding them there by the wrist. If you tried hard enough you could escape but you didn’t want to upset him, and a part of you didn’t want to escape him, you wanted all the pleasure and torture he could give you.

“Feels so good daddy,” you whined, rutting against him like a bitch in heat.

“Just playing with your tits and you’re already so responsive. Fuck I should’ve done this sooner,” he lamented, pulling your nipple into his mouth and sucking on it harshly.

Your cries were softened by the very torturous lips that were bringing you such pleasure. You struggled to keep yourself under control. You feared chasing him off originally, now you were afraid of the fucker teasing you to death.

“My beautiful doll,” he smiled, looking at you with adoration in his gaze. “Open your mouth.”

You didn’t question him, you just opened your mouth like you were told.

“Suck on these fingers, get them nice and wet so they can fuck you good,” he said, bringing his pointer and middle finger towards your mouth. You sucked his fingers lewdly, taking them so deep your lips hit his knuckles.

“That’s it, good girl,” he praised. “Now, you’re gonna take those panties off.”

You flushed, trying to keep your composure but-his voice was like pure sin. You couldn’t explain it better than that. You wanted to hear it more and more, you wanted him to talk to you like you were a dumb little bitch-which you weren’t (most of the time).

You weren’t sure if you were into that kind of degradation but, maybe, with Jungkook? Maybe you could see it as a thing.

“Jungkook?”

“How many times-”

“No-time out for a sec before we really get into this,” you said, wringing your hands together.

“What is it? Do you wanna stop?”

“No! No no, I’ll literally die if you don’t fuck me but-”

“This sounds like it’s going to be a boner killing conversation-”

“Bitch what did you just say to me?”

“What did you want to say babe, what’s wrong?” he asked, rubbing your thighs gently.

“Well. I was wondering… maybe we could do like… I don’t know-you call me mean names and stuff?”

“Like degradation?” he asked, raising a brow. “Consider my boner intrigued.”

“Yeah. Are you down for that?” you asked.

“I think that could be hot, but I don’t want you to feel bad about anything,” he said, biting his lip.

“Nah, I know that’s not what you actually think about me, no worries babe. But like, call me a dumb slut or something I don’t know,” you said lamely.

“Well then, I’ll call you a dumb slut and go from there,” he laughed. 

“No! I’m serious! I wanna be degraded,” you encouraged.

“Alright I hear you I hear you, but I can’t just whip it out and be like-dumb slut! That feels weird to me,” he shrugged.

“We’re supposed to be having sex right now but I had to open my big fucking mouth and ruin it-”

“I wonder why some people like degradation,” Jungkook pondered.

“This is getting us nowhere, nevermind just forget I said anything,” you sighed. 

“No babe, I wanna do this how we’re both gonna like it. Maybe we should talk more about it tomorrow, and just sleep tonight huh?”

“No! Please please please don’t just sleep on me, I’m literally ready to go, I swear,” you answered. “Please Daddy, please fuck me.”

“See I’m not in it anymore so it just feels weird to hear you say that-”

“Jungkook are we really not gonna have sex after all this?”

“I dunno. I’m kinda tired,” he yawned to emphasize his statement.

“I’ll suck your dick, please, I’ll do anything to feel you-call me a needy bitch or whatever cause it’s true I’m a needy bitch for your dick daddy please.”

Jungkook’s brows raised in interest. 

“You want it that bad huh?”

“Yes. I want it so bad please,” you begged.

“Alright baby, alright I’ll give you my cock. That’s what you want isn’t it? My big fat cock in that tiny pussy huh?”

“Yes,” you moaned, laying back into the pillows. 

“I bet you do you whore,” he growled. “You come here in the middle of the fucking night because you’re so hungry for dick. I bet you’d crawl on the floor if I asked you to, huh? I might just have you crawl for this dick.”

“I’ll do it daddy, I’ll crawl, I’ll grovel, I’ll do whatever you want just please daddy,” you begged. 

“Alright, I’m gonna fuck you dumb,” he snarled before coming forward to kiss you again. 

You accepted his kiss and let him dominate the passionate exchange before whining and rutting against him. You were a dumb slut who wanted his dick more than anything in the world right now.

“Please daddy, give me your cock. Wanna suck it like a good girl,” you said. 

“Aww my baby slut wants to suck my cock huh? Should I give it to you? Do you think you deserve it?”

“I don’t deserve it,” you whimpered. “I’ve been so bad, coming to daddy’s house so late and demanding his cock but if you let me, I’ll be so good for you.”

“Mmm, come here my baby,” he encouraged, moving you down so your body was flat but your head was propped up on a pillow. “Gonna fuck that dirty mouth of yours. Then I’m gonna cum and you’re gonna drink it like the good little bitch you are, and you’re gonna thank daddy for giving you such a reward when you’ve been nothing but a disobedient little shit.”

“Thank you daddy,” you said before opening your mouth up to him. Jungkook wound back and pulled his pants down. You kept your mouth open, waiting for him to give you what you wanted.

Finally, you gave a small whimper and Jungkook freed his cock from his underwear and your eyes bulged. His cock wasn’t like-pornstar huge-but it was pretty big, thick and ready for your wet mouth.

“Open up wider, daddy’s cock won’t fit otherwise,” he said, scooting forward so that he was straddling your face. 

“Fuck my throat daddy, I’ll be good,” you pleaded. 

“That’s a good girl,” he smirked. “Nice and easy.”

He slowly eased his cock inside your mouth, giving you a few seconds to get adjusted before pushing a little further. You bobbed your head forward as much as you could but Jungkook was also thrusting at the same time, making you cough a little as he hit the back of your throat. 

“Gag on it, yeah, fuck like that,” Jungkook moaned. “Love watching you struggle to take it all.”

You struggled to keep your throat relaxed as Jungkook thrusted forwards, fucking your mouth and throat. You whimpered under him. Jungkook was whispering the nastiest shit to you the whole time, effectively ruining your panties as you struggled to keep up with him.

“Fuck you are a nasty little bitch aren’t you? Fuck, love watching you suck my dick. I’m gonna fuck your throat raw baby, gonna fuck it so deep and hard then I’m gonna make it all better by cuming down your throat to soothe the ache. Aren’t I such a nice daddy baby? Even though you’ve been so bad? Fuck your mouth is so hot, I love it. I love you,” he moaned. 

You wanted to respond but you were rather preoccupied. 

Jungkook was brutal at certain points, making your head spin with the lack of oxygen. But he seemed to know your limits pretty well because just before you’d want him to let you breathe, you would feel him let up. Giving you some air. 

Jungkook’s groans turned to whines above you as he continued to fuck your throat.

“Gonna cum baby, gonna cum down your throat and make all that hurt go away. And then what does my special girl say huh? What do you say after that?”

You choked on his cock once more in lieu of a response and let him do whatever he wanted.

“Here it comes you dumb slut. Drink my cum,” he groaned, body tensing before he shuddered a few times and you felt the warmth of his cum go down your throat. You choked again and Jungkook brought his dick out of your throat and let you swallow the rest. 

You wheezed a few times, feeling the sweet air in your lungs. 

Jungkook took your jaw in his hands and kissed you senseless for a moment. Jungkook’s lips were swollen from him biting them and from your previous kisses. 

“Thank you daddy,” you croaked, kissing him again. 

“You’re so welcome,” he beamed. “How do you feel about spitting as a form of degradation?” he asked, raising a brow at you.

“Do it, please daddy,” you hiccuped, feeling the ache in your throat more. 

“Open your mouth,” he said, pulling back.

You did as he asked and he spat right in your mouth, causing you to rub your thighs together as he growled. 

“Now swallow.”

You did just that. 

“What a good dumb slut you are,” he groaned. “So perfect for me.”

“Just for you daddy, only for you.”

“That’s right,” he snapped. “You’re all for me. My perfect stupid whore.”

“Daddy… My pussy… Hurts,” you whimpered. 

“Yeah? Let me look, let daddy see where it hurts baby,” he said, pulling your legs apart slowly. 

The sight before him knocked the wind right out of his lungs. Your panties were stuck to your center. That’s how wet you were for him. Fuck you looked so good, dripping and whining for him.

“I see the problem,” he said, biting his lips once more.

“What’s wrong daddy?”

“Need to eat your pussy baby, that way it won’t hurt anymore,” he said, placing an open mouth kiss to your core.

“Oh!” You gasped. 

“Take those panties off for me,” he demanded, looking just as impatient as you felt. 

You scrambled to get your underwear off, almost rolling off of his bed if it wasn’t for his gentle hands holding you. When you finally did get the blasted things off Jungkook’s mouth was quick to replace them. You moaned in surprise, but you quickly got a hold of yourself. 

“Fuck! Feels so good,” you mewled. 

“You taste even better,” he moaned into your wetness. He sucked on your clit lightly, causing your hips to buck and making his face smoosh into your cunt even more. You cried out at the feeling of his tongue moving against your sensitive center. 

“Daddy, oh god,” you hiccuped. 

“That’s right pretty, let it go for me, let me taste even more,” he said, licking and sucking on you like you were his last meal. The string in your tummy felt so tight like it could burst at any second. But fuck you just needed a little more. Just a smidge. 

“Daddy… C-Can I-oh fuck me, can I have your fingers please,” you asked, trying so hard to be good. 

“Being polite now huh? Now that I’m gonna make you cum? Well, I wanna see how tight this pussy is, wanna stretch you out before you get shoved onto my cock.”

You could feel the frustrated tears welling up in your eyes. You wanted it so bad and if he didn’t give it to you, you weren’t sure what was going to go down-oh…

“Fuck!” you screamed as Jungkook entered two fingers into you. Your walls clamped down on the intruders and Jungkook huffed into your center at the sensation.

“Shit you’re so tight baby,” he groaned, licking firmly at your clit as he struggled to keep his control.

“Daddy, m-my pussy, so full,” you hiccuped, feeling the tears finally start to trickle down your cheeks. 

“I bet it is, but you’re still gonna take this big cock. I promise it’ll feel so good baby. Hot and throbbing in your pretty pussy,” he said, not yet noticing that your cheeks were swelling from your salty tears. 

“Daddy,” you said, feeling yourself shaking as Jungkook began to thrust his fingers inside of you. 

“Fuck, gonna feel so good on my dick. You’re such a good girl, daddy’s good girl huh?” he said, like someone might say to a young pup. But here you were, eating it all up. Fuck, the tears wouldn’t stop. It was almost too much. But you didn’t want him to stop. Not yet. God not yet.

“Mngh, your fingers are so good,” you whispered, arm going over your eyes to help shield them from Jungkook’s heinous activities downstairs. 

Because if you kept looking you might pass out. 

You sniffled and felt Jungkook pause his fingers inside of you. 

“Are you crying baby?”

“N-No.” You swallowed to try and keep the shudders at bay but his fingers wickedly started up again.

“Hm, you aren’t? Well, let me take a look then,” he said.

“No!”

“Y/N, are you alright? Just move your arm,” he encouraged. 

“I-I can’t,” you said.

“Then let me help you,” Jungkook answered, moving your arms away from your face and pinning them to your sides. 

Jungkook was slightly blurry, your eyes now doubt slightly swollen and red from your tears. You weren’t sure why you were crying so much but you were certainly overwhelmed. 

“Do you want to stop?” he asked, wiping your tears away with his thumb.

“No Daddy, I don’t,” you said, looking him square in the eyes. 

“Alright,” Jungkook said, kissing up your throat, and onto your chin. Next, claiming your lips in a harsh exchange. But a sweet peck was placed right after to soothe the sting. Jungkook then kissed your cheek. You felt a wet sensation, and realized. He was licking you. More specifically-your tears. 

Holy shit.

Jeon Jungkook has a crying fetish. 

You wanted to laugh, but you were so turned on all you managed was a slight wheeze, which was interrupted by Jungkook’s plush mouth coming back to yours. 

Jungkook grabbed onto your lingerie and pulled it up and off, baring you fully to his hungry eyes. He looked at you like you were everything he’s ever wanted and more. Fuck, was this love? Is this what all those teen fanfiction authors are spurring on about?

Cause, if it is, they’re onto something. 

The tears poured down harder as Jungkook came back to you. 

“My baby, so emotional huh?” he whispered, biting on your ear gently. 

“I just love you-so much,” you said, intertwining your fingers. 

“I love you too baby, more than I could ever say, but maybe I could show you,” he said, pulling his underwear off and onto the floor. 

“Yes, yes please I want it,” you begged, spreading your legs wide for him. Jungkook moved slowly, crawling up the bed towards you like a hungry jaguar hunting the antelope. 

“I know you do, so do I, fuck are you sure you’re wet enough? Do you want me to use a condom?” he asked, mind probably spiraling at the thought that this was actually going to happen now. 

“I’m wet enough, believe me, but you don’t have to use a condom. I’m on the pill,” you said softly, touching his cheek. “And I trust you.”

“Okay, whatever you want… might even give you my cum if you ask like a good girl,” he smirked, licking his lips before lining up with your entrance. You felt his tip rubbing against your clit for a few seconds before pushing down against your hole. Jungkook groaned when he sank in. Because fuck, it felt too good.

“You’re so tight, and wet and-shit, feels so good baby,” he praised you. 

A soft whimper and tear came from you as Jungkook slowly pushed in. Your breathing shallowed and Jungkook felt you tensing. 

“Ease up baby, I’ve got you, it’s okay,” he shushed, pressing gentle kissing to your sweaty hairline. 

“So big,” you mewled. 

“Almost there. Be a good girl and take it,” Jungkook moaned out. 

“Want it all,” you said, gripping his hips tight.

“Oh fuck,” he whispered as he bottomed out. Your cunt was stretched to its max it felt like. Jungkook held still as he could until you gave him the okay by tapping his side gently. 

“You sure you’re ready? I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, concerned. 

“I’m okay, please move,” you said, bucking your hips against his softly.

“Alright baby, hold on tight,” he smiled, before bringing your lips together and setting a slow pace. With each draw out and push in he felt incredible. So hot and big inside of you. But he wasn’t rushing either. You could feel every inch when he pushed in, and the slight ache when he pulled out. It didn’t hurt, it was more like you just wanted him there always. 

“Fuck, feels so good, daddy. Wanna cum, wanna cum please!” you cried, gripping his forearm. 

“Yeah? Wanna cum on this dick you dirty girl. Coat my dick, coat it in your cum for me,” he egged you on so much it made your head spin. 

You’d never felt like this during sex. Most of the time you were chasing after your orgasms. Sometimes having to finish yourself off after your partner had long since fallen asleep. But right now? You were being throw towards your end at a rapid pace. He’d barely been going a minute and you were already such a mess. 

“Shit so tight, fuck, come on baby. Cum, cum hard I wanna feel it,” Jungkook growled, leaning forward and capturing your lips in a tight lock. 

You moaned and cried against his lips as finally-finally your orgasm washed over you. Jungkook felt your walls flutter around him and he bit down on his lip as he pulled away from you, letting you ride through the afterglow slowly. Jungkook halted his movement when you started whimpering. 

“Too sensitive? Does it hurt?” Jungkook asked, eyes sparkling in the dark. 

“It doesn’t hurt, just want more,” you begged. One orgasm was never going to be enough with Jungkook. Because he felt so good, knew exactly where to touch and when to touch you. Fuck it was so god damn good you were still teary eyed. 

“My greedy slut wants another one?”

“Yes, yes please!” you said, moving against him, already feeling pleasure rather than the sharp ache. You cried out when Jungkook left your needy hole empty. 

“Lift your ass up in the air,” he demanded. Knees wobbly after your climax you almost fell, but Jungkook’s gentle grip was there to stabilize you. 

“L-Like this?” you asked, spine curved and hips jutting outward. 

“Just like that baby,” he said, approaching you with a gentle smack to your ass. 

“Oh!” you gasped, and Jungkook just laughed. You knew it didn’t hurt but you weren’t expecting to feel such a rush from it. 

“Like being spanked pretty?” he asked, landing another one on the other cheek. 

“Fuck!” you cried out, falling forward on your elbows. 

“I think you do baby slut,” he smirked, rubbing his fingers through your slick. He rubbed at your clit a little, enhancing the sensations all the more. 

“Daddy, fuck,” you said, arching your back. 

“Take my cock baby,” he said, rubbing it against your wet pussy. 

“Yes, yes,” you whispered to yourself. But Jungkook heard it as he pushed into you once more. Your warm walls welcoming him as he pushed inside your wet heat again and again. 

“That’s right, daddy’s cock is all you want isn’t it? Say daddy’s cock is all you need,” he encouraged. 

“D-Daddy’s-ah!” you cried out as Jungkook landed a sharper whack to your ass. 

“Say it,” he demanded. 

“Daddy’s cock is all I-hngh fuck! All I need!” you said, struggling to speak as Jungkook’s cock battered your core. 

“That’s it, that’s what daddy wants to hear. You’re my good slut, aw fuck, feels so fucking good,” he said, pushing forward harder. 

“So good daddy, feels so good,” you murmured, feeling your sanity slipping away from you. 

“Gonna fuck you dumb, you’ll be full of cum and uh fuck-jesus christ you’re so tight-and you’ll want more of it. In your mouth, in your pussy and on those fucking gorgeous tits, yes baby fuck it,” he groaned, molding his back to yours as he interlocked your fingers. 

“Uh uh uh, daddy I want it, pleas-s-se give me your cum,” you said, unable to really speak coherently at this point. 

“Fuck I’m gonna cum,” he whined, rutting into you harder, causing stars to erupt from behind your eyes. 

“Me-e too, fuck!” after a particularly harsh thrust Jungkook kissed your neck and you could feel him tensing up. 

“Right there baby, right there,” he groaned, gripping your hands tighter. 

“Jungkook,” you cried, orgasm finally taking you causing your walls to flutter around Jungkook’s cock. He’d already felt your climax once, but twice proved to be too much. Jungkook whispered your name into your neck as he came inside of you with a firm thrust. 

Your vision blurred as you felt Jungkook give a few more shallow thrusts inside of you, before pulling out and looking down at the mess you’d made. 

“Y/N? Sweetheart?” Jungkook’s voice was soft as he approached you. 

“Yes, kook?” you said, turning over.

“Wanna take a bath baby?” he asked, kissing your shin and up to your knee. 

“Mmm, yes. Wanna take one together?”

“Sounds perfect.”

Jungkook started the water and you both got in, relaxing against one another. Jungkook brought your body close to his, wrapping you up in his arms as he kissed your head, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. 

“Love you so much,” he said, bringing your fingers to his lips. 

“I love you too kook,” you said, bringing his head down to meet yours in a sweet kiss. 

This must be love. You thought to yourself. You may have almost puked because of how sweet your thoughts had turned. But you couldn’t help but let yourself be smooshy and gross with him. Because it was Jungkook. And he was everything you could ever want and more. 

Before you got too far into that, Jungkook pulled the plug on that bath and had you wrapped up in a towel. 

“Go get changed baby I’ll be right out,” he said, moving towards his sink no doubt to brush his teeth.. 

When you two finally got settled down and wrapped up in the sheets you kissed Jungkook’s chest before laying your head on it. 

Listening to his heartbeat lulled you off into a peaceful slumber.

This must be love.