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Smut Prompt Request
The ask said #2 for Jungkook which was: “I’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly.” So... here we go! Jungkook smut below, so read at your own caution! Warnings include: bdsm, submissive Jungkook, Female Reader, creampie, orgasm deprivation (not necessarily in this order).
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Namjoon had warned everyone years ago about Jungkook liking to have his senses deprived. From being tortured with sound and taste and smell and touch and sight to having those things taken. Nothing seemed to be off the list for the Maknae. And you were determined to find out. He was lain so prettily across the bed, body taught as you fastened the last knot around his ankle and the footboard, rendering him motionless. He tugged each limb carefully, dark eyes roaming your bare body the same way you did his. “Satisfied?”
His voice echoed softly, surprisingly soft considering you knew how loud he could be, and you batted your lashes for him, nodding swiftly. “Absolutely. Though I’m sure I could be even more satisfied in a few minutes.” He was already more than half hard, laid proudly over his lower abdomen, which flexed as he breathed. You left him where he laid for a longer than necessary trip to the kitchen. Ice cubes, caramel sauce, chocolate sauce, and whipped cream. Who said a girl couldn’t have a treat? And then another?
When you got back, he went wide eyed. “Are we making a banana split?” You giggled again, surprised he had agreed to let you do this, and his grin told you he was just as entertained. “Only if you consider your cock a banana, Kook. Lay still for me?” Suddenly he was being decorated with the sweet sauces and he gasped at the cold drizzle on his abs, body tensing so beautifully for you. After drizzling his thighs, abs, and chest with the mix, you strategically added dollops of whipped cream to his nipples, each line of his abs, navel, and the tip of his now fully hard cock.
“Jagi...”
He hissed softly when your mouth greedily took the treats from his skin, mapping paths between the creamy mess over each ab section, the cut of his v lines, and swirled around each nipple. “Fuck. I’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly.” You groaned and reached for the cup you’d brought, a cool icecube retracing the sticky paths your tongue had greedily made, and he cried out. “Shit! That’s.. cold.. but fuck it’s good.” You answer him with a moan, popping the cube in your mouth before you quickly follow it with his cock. He’s gasping, hands tugging at his restraints, the makeshift ropes made from ties he’ll never use biting into his skin slightly.
“Jagi... please!”
He pouts as you lift up and crunch the ice, hands smoothing over his body teasingly. “You’re giving up already? But I just started playing.” He groaned, wanting to give you everything but still needing to have your tight pussy wrapped around him. “I can wait... I can wait.. please.” You repeated your fun game for another ten minutes of sweet torture until his eyelashes were wet, cheeks smudged with tears as he gasped for air, the fourth denial of his orgasm leaving him writhing. “Fuck baby, please... I’m begging you. Ride me... Jerk me off... use me, please.”
He’d never been more beautiful.
Relenting, you climbed over him, quick to take him in hand and align your bodies. When he sank in fully, you both let a breathless groan leave you. “AhHHH fuck don’t move yet.” He was right on the cusp of coming, and you wanted to at least hit your peak before he gave in. “Breathe, baby”. You reminded him, and he nodded, licking his lips and rolling his shoulders. “I’m ready.” It only took his two words for you to throw your hips into motion, desperate for friction after using all of your will to pace him earlier.
“Kook...”
He groaned his response, dark eyes almost glowing as he looked up at you. He smirked, and you shuddered, feeling him dig his hips in to buck up into you. The move made him brush against the deepest places you needed his attention and you nearly collapsed over him, thighs burning as you chased your high. “Kook please...” he nodded, tugging at his restraints. “Just untie me... please.” Determined to keep yourself in control, you shook your head, hands planted in his chest as you moved faster.
When it hit you, it hit you hard, and your entire body shook, orgasm causing your core to clench around him like a vice. He was gasping for air right behind you, a flurry of cursewords filling the space between each breath as he pumped his hips and fell apart. “OH FUCK.. that’s it baby.. take it all.” You were dizzy as you quit moving, letting him throb deep inside you, taking every shot of cum with a lazy grin. “Mmmm, good boy.” you managed, and he snorted. “You almost gave in...” he reminded, and you smacked his chest, earning a grunt.
“You gave in first.”
Smut Prompt Request
The second request was for Yoongi, being # 52 “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad”. So.. here we go again! Hang on tight! Warnings include: female reader, cream pie, angry sex, reader has some jealousy issues, unsafe sex, dom yoongi. Be prepared.
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Being in a relationship with one of the hottest K-pop stars right now was... hard. To say the least. It came with random fits of jealousy and endless worry and concern for his well being. Yoongi, to his credit, was very intelligent and responsible. But.. that didn’t mean his fans were. You read the remarks, especially the sexual ones. Either fawning over his ass or his lips, his bulge or his hands. Everyone wanted to know what was under his clothes and in his pants. They wanted to test out the tongue technology.
Going to shows with matching fan meets was worse.
You knew you shouldn’t let it weigh on you, but seeing girls scream his name and say suggestive things and try to touch him was infuriating. You wanted to cuss them out or slap the shit out of them. He was yours. And you had to remind yourself of that. No matter what they said, he came back to you every time. He had his coveted hands on you. His lips and tongue were yours to sample. You just got distracted in your jealousy.
Tonight it was proving harder than normal.
Finally catching up to some of their interviews and live performances led you to stumble upon fan fictions and smutty audio on youtube. One had morphed his audios to moans that sounded like they could almost be his and the result had you seething. As irrational as it was, the anger continued. It made you ignore him or send him angry looks, even though you knew it wasn’t his fault. And his teasing didn’t help. When he caught on to your jealousy, he playfully tried to goad you out of it. But it made it worse. And then he knew he’d fucked up.
As you ran from the practice room to the stairs and back up to their shared home, you began running for the door but he quickly caught you and spun you around. You pulled away, and glowered at him, face red with emotion. He glared back at you, and you hissed at him. “Don’t act like it’s funny, Yoongi! It’s not!” he hummed, the noise making your insides twitch, and then he stepped closer. “What’s not funny is you acting like a brat when you know none of that shit matters. Who gets to touch me? Who gets to kiss me? Make me moan? Feel me fill her tight pussy up? Hmm?”
Your silence earned a growl and you sputtered to life, eyes glassy. He had that damn silver tongue that always worked you up, and you could already feel the heat pooling in your panties. “Answer me, baby girl.” You gasped, hands reaching for him as he tugged you closer. “I do...” He nodded. “And who’s gonna do so right now?” You gasped again as his lips brushed yours. “Me...” he nodded, and looked over you with a grin.
“You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.”
The pair of you were suddenly a flurry of hands and hungry kisses and moans and gasps as he dragged you clumsily up the stairs, tossing articles of clothing as you went. You didn’t recall him tugging your bra loose or when he had you out of your panties, but when your back hit the bed you knew you were in for it. His lips and tongue and teeth already had you feeling the sting of soon to be hickies, back arching off the bed and into his body as he moved lower.
Every nip and suck on your skin turned you to molten flesh in his hands, and his moan of approval as he parted your thighs and feasted on your soaked pussy didn’t help. “Oh god... Yoongi!” He growled, fingers biting into your thighs. “Who gets me like this? Who gets my tongue?” You gasped, his fingers pumping into you making your thoughts scatter for a moment. “I do! Oh fuck...” He sucked your clit into his mouth, and you fell apart, hips rocking wildly as he held you captive against his face.
When he came up for air, his face was slick with your juices, climbing up the bed to shift your legs wider apart. “Who’s gonna moan my fucking name all night?” You moaned in response, hips tilting up as you let him fill you. “ME! ahhhh fuck!” Your nails dug into his pale skin, tensing when he slammed his hips hard, taking every part of you as his own. He didn’t leave an inch of you unclaimed, deep and throbbing in your center and rubbing every spot just how you needed him to.
“YOONGI!”
He was relentless, the bed slamming into the wall with every thrust, and you were in wild, unmeasured bliss. You lost track of your orgasms, leaving his back clawed red and irritated, heels digging into his ass. He wasn’t keen on stopping himself, but when you clenched around him the last time, he lost it. Pumping his hips in slow, languid strokes, Yoongi filled you to the brim with his cum, watching as he pulled out to observe it dripping. “Fuck baby.. got me all crazy and wild tonight. I think I need to piss you off more.” You swatted at him, only to be captured and kissed deeply.
His face was sincere as he pulled back to look at you, hard, dark catlike eyes boring into your soul. “I don’t ever want you to get this upset about what the fans say ever again. You understand me? I’m yours. Only yours. I don’t give a shit about anything else. One day you’ll be Mrs. Min and the world can shut the hell up.” You sniffled, and he kissed you deeply again, cradling you close to his chest. “I love you, Yoongs.” you whispered, and he kissed your head, nodding. “And I love you, Jagi.”
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