__Royal Scandal

__Royal Scandal

original request by anon -  request yandere bts scenario that they are royal princes in love with the castle maid. Thank you in advance.

pairing [ prince/king member x maid/peasant reader ]

warning/s, mentions of [ non con/dub con themes, force feeding, forced  exhibitionism, pregnancy, humiliation, blood, death, murder, slapping, demeaning names, degrading social status, infidelity, oral (f. receiving),sub jimin, deepthroating ]

genre [ yandere, smut, angst ]

The following contains heavy yandere themes.please proceed with caution and consent!

14.02.21 - [ This is the only valentine’s gift I can give you angels this year ]

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_Kim Seokjin

“Tastes good?” with unconscious tears running down your cheek you nodded and stared into his onyx orbs as you tried to savor the rich taste of the soup he refused to touch a few hours ago, he pushed his fingers deeper to make you gag louder around it.he smirked at your agony and leant towards your perspiring neck to lick a huge stripe of it, making you wince.he pulled his fingers out and dragged the wet digits down to rest between your clothed breasts.

With a palpitating heart you waited for the mercy that was far away from your control.he chuckled and moved his lips towards the tears that were caressing your cheeks, “why are you crying? isn’t this what you dream of? to eat something good for once?” you sobbed harder at the brief mention of your mistake.your eyes trained down to the fine leather of his boots before being forced to look back at his alluring orbs once again when he squeezed your cheeks and slammed you against the wall behind you.

“You stole my food as a lowlife bitch, do you know how I can punish you for that?” you screw your eyes shut and hoped for someone to walk in, even if you were going to be blamed for being close to the king himself let it be, all you wanted to do was get out of his grip even when it did send tingles down your spine.he squeezed your cheeks harder together to leave a temporary mark as the other hand moved among his scattered food to pluck a grape out of it’s bundle.

He separated your cheeks for a bare second to push the fruit in with ease.he didn’t bother caring about you chewing or swallowing it as a whole when he forced your parted lips to close.”but I will do nothing my love” he didn’t allow you any time to react to the adored name he chose for you since he was stealing your concentration away by moving close once again to hover his plump lips over your quivering pairs this time as he whispered a deathly favor, one you cannot deny nor accept.

“I will feed you instead, until you plead your king to stop”

_Min Yoongi

The harsh slap to your tear stricken cheek had you facing your lover’s distorted face with a pained smile.a loud sob escaped his busted lips but you only dropped your fractured arm from the ripped mattress in futile attempts to reach to him for one last time but like your guts had warned your hand was yanked back and pinned next to your bleeding scalp.

“Fucking in my castle?” the king’s voice was just as deep and ruthless as his thrusts.he glanced up from your bulging tummy to the alluring orbs he ached for.even with your body shaking, the tears flowing with no break and your entire being bleeding you still had a smile painted on for your lover.

A proud smirk made its way to his lips when he gripped on your discoloring jaw to make your stoic eyes to meet his gleaming ones.”moan for me” you heard him clear through his grunts yet you only stared back at him void of emotions he dropped his smirk but brought it back as a strangled one and continued to fuck you deep enough for you to feel the hate in your guts.”act like you are desperate for me” his command had your lover sobbing harder, the ministers lowering their heads deeper and you to grow numb in pain and humiliation.

“D-don’t do it” even if your lover had said otherwise you wouldn’t have heeded to the king’s command.yoongi scowled at your dying sweetheart for a bare moment to spit on one of his open wounds.he held his gaze and moved the monogram silk of his robe to give the passing man a glimpse of the body and holes he once worshiped be ruined for the last time.

“You won’t meet your desired death unless you give in”

_Jung Hoseok

You weren’t ashamed of the moans your dear king was pushing out of you.a  moan escapes as his length hits all the right spots.even in your delirium you couldn’t help but let your eyes linger towards the bound and whimpering queen in the corner of the room.

Your smirk was evident as you looked into her eyes when your legs wrapped itself around his waist to pull him closer to make him grunt in your ear, “o-oh darling you feel like everything I have ever wanted” hearing such loving words fall out of her husband’s mouth for a woman who shouldn’t have stood a chance with him made her ache in agony.

A whine of surprise escapes when his careful thrusts turn into relentless and powerful ones.he drops his hand that previously held your waist to your enlarged clit , a shuddered breath leaves you and you completely disregard the queen shouting for help after spitting her gag out, “s-shit, your going to look prettier when I’m done-fuck!”

His low growls cover your moans when you felt your walls being coated white but it didn’t seem like he was going to let his pounds stutter as he only used his release as a chance to slip deeper in you.he was ruining the velvet he laid you in but that was the last of his concern, “y-you slut, you have no idea what I’m going to do to you” the queen’s words failed to go through you as hoseok only threw your legs over his shoulder to push all of himself in you.

“She’s dying first thing in the morning, you will take her place from there my love”

_Kim Namjoon

For you, the words that were imprinted on the paper was genuine love from the king, each word bleeding from his own heart, not a verbatim of the royal poet’s stolen sonnet.the king’s emerald and gold clad fingers ran through your back softly to rip the rags you were clothed in away.his plump lips made sure to move along each bit of your exposed skin, “all for you” he whispered when he saw your eyes skimming through the unfamiliar words.

“So you could be my one” you couldn’t help but smile wide as you let him strip you.he let his lips linger against your bare shoulder blades his nose indulged in the warm smell of daisies that emitted from your hair.he hummed and rested his lips in your hair as he brought the hand that was holding onto your waist sluggishly to trace the lines of your collarbone.

Your dress being completely ripped off echoed through the library but you only softly gasped to yourself at the abrupt action, “do you want to rule the country with me?”he took your excited gasp as a permit to run his calloused hands over your unmarred skin.he earned an almost inaudible whimper from you when he started to suck on your skin with no notice.but you wanted to give the man everything so you shifted from his lap and held onto his thighs as you dropped down on your knees.

He laughed a short lived, unbelievable laugh as he watched you struggle alone with his trousers, his scabbard and cock, evident that this was the first ever time you would be taking someone down your throat.he was taken aback when you wrapped your inexperienced mouth around his length and ran your tongue over the protruding veins in desperate attempts to satisfy your king even when his promises were white.

“You only belong here, on your knees, all for me”

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Shy oc trying to study at the library but jk bugs her out and then fucks her in the corner whispering you have to stay quiet

Anonymous said: skirt with no panties, exhibitionism, jk ? ;>> so excited ty

Anonymous said: creampie + going out w it leaking + jk ahhhhh!!!!

i combined these three together and kindaaa changed it up a bit? i rlly hope u don’t mind🥺

study sessions with jungkook started out pretty tame and normal. just generally him attempting to maintain as focused as possible so as not to bother you. you keeping your eyes glued to your notebook and only making eye contact when completely necessary because your boyfriend just loved giving you flirty looks and goofy smiles every chance he could.

however, cute study dates were long gone and kicked to the curb when you wore that super cute new skirt you’d recently gotten to one of your study dates. jungkook thought it was cute, too cute. he let you know after he kissed you in greeting the second you were at arms length of him. in fact, he continuously whispered it into your ear, how much he liked it. how gorgeous you looked that day. how nice your legs looked. how he couldn’t wait to finish this damn chapter and show you just how much he liked it.

so it was really expected when your plan of slipping jungkook a small, scribbled note of torn paper as he’s silently reading over the text, one that read that you weren’t wearing any panties, ends up in a much more extreme route than you would’ve previously imagined.

“jungkook—jungkook please-“

you went sur exactly what you were begging for. begging for his attention, for him to look at you so that you could tell him that this most definitely wasn’t the place for him to have his hand up your skirt. or if you were begging for him to bend you over the shelf that was digging into your back and fuck you.

“i can’t believe you,” he whispers into your neck. it was easy access, the flimsy skirt doing nothing to stop his fingers from spreading your wetness apart and pushing a finger in. it slid in with no problem. your cheeks flushed from both embarrassment and arousal. “going out in this skirt without any panties? are you fucking kidding me, __?”

“i-i—“ you stutter quietly, hands grasping at his shoulders. your head leans back and thuds quietly against the wooden surface as he bites onto a certain spot in the crook of your neck.

“shh, just turn around baby.”

that has your eyes fluttering open. you thought this was it. just a little teasing and kissing in the back, and maybe, just maybe, he’d fuck you in the backseat of his car. but obviously that wasn’t the case when his hands tug on your hips harshly and spin your body to face away from him, and you pray to any higher beings that no one can hear the sound his zipper makes when he undoes his jeans.

“jungkook, we can’t. someone will walk by,” you almost plead, but your body is somehow simultaneously bending forward as the words leave your mouth. your words say one thing but your body is very much willing.

“shit—“ you whisper, chin dropping down and eyes fluttering shut. you were fucked, both literally and metaphorically. but jungkook seemed to trust in your ability to keep quiet, that or he just completely didn’t care at this point. you could tell all he could think about was your warm cunt slowly covering him with your warmth through the deep sigh he lets out.

you’d caught a couple once making out in this darker corner of the library, to which jungkook later informed you that this was the ‘couple’ corner of the library where students, perhaps even teachers snuck about. however, you always thought that making out was the limit. clearly, jungkook wanted to push way past that.

“quiet.”

that’s all jungkook whispers before he starts moving.

your eyes squeeze shut and you brace yourself as he starts moving. he’s quick and fast and he has to finish this because he’ll be damned if anyone catches him balls deep in his girlfriend, but he just couldn’t help himself. you were out in public, wearing a short skirt, and without any panties in. he was losing his mind.

“you’re so fucking dirty,” he whispers in your ear, breath getting harsher and movements growing stronger. “letting me fuck you like this. you like it.”

your eyes roll back as he continues spewing delicious filth in your ear about how filthy you are, how good you feel around his cock. how he’s gonna ruin you the second he has you alone. you reach back with a shaky hand, forehead sticking to the bookshelf as you let out uneven breaths.

“jungkook,” your hand grapples for his wrist because you need to hold onto him to let him know that you can’t control yourself anymore. you can’t hold back with the way he’s lodging his cock so deep into your cunt with every thrust. fuck fuck fuck.

your eyes roll back into your head the second his hand covers your mouth, his large and sweaty palm muffling the choked back sound that slips through your lips as your pussy squeezes him, legs growing shaky and just on the verge of falling to the ground but he’s holding onto you so tightly it’s bordering on suffocating.

his forehead presses to the back of your head and his other hand grips your hips harshly as his cum seeps into you. you have half a fucked mind to think that you’ll always have this memory, your boyfriend cumming inside you in the back of the library where literally anyone could walk by. and you’re loving every second of it.

he’s zipping back up and pulling your skirt back down in seconds before he’s grabbing your hand, a bit hastily but you’re so bleary eyed and fucked out you can’t even focus at the moment. it’s only when you’re standing right next to the table you were previously sat on as he’s grabbing both your things to leave that you notice the girl with that was sat right across from your, staring at you with wide eyes and flushed cheeks.

and of course, it was then that your body regains sensation and you feel something trickle down the inside of your thigh.

nephilim (quatre)

you know where the cred goes 💙

cult au, supernatural creature au

yandere! ot7 x f! reader

warnings: yandere themes, violence, manipulation

undoubtedly, the boys have opened their arms and hearts to you. but have you done the same? life has only gotten more stressful for you, and the closer you find yourself getting to them, the more you feel as though you are changing, and the more you push yourself away. you refuse to break. never forget: one’s hubris could be their hamartia. forge your lonely path with conviction. after all, it may not be yours for much longer. the victor or the fallen–exactly who is it that stands to lose the most?

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For a long time now, you had feared that your relatively peaceful days in Ichabod were coming to an end, and recent events only further proved your point. 

Mana’s forewarning carried its weight well, as Aemilia seemed dead set on making an enemy of you. She went from hardly acknowledging your existence to cursing it. 

She would never lift a finger to do her dirty work, oh no, for how could the delicate Augustus princess stoop so low as to take the garbage out herself?

No, she used her puppets Brooklyn, Constance, and whoever else she managed to sink her claws into in the student body to torment you. 

They tripped you in the halls, stole your belongings, and essentially made it difficult for you to bleed into the background like you used to.

Luckily for you, you happened to gain some formidable allies.

Mana was there to tell Aemilia’s lackeys to back down, and they wouldn’t dare approach you with Jimin around. And he happened to be around more often than not, strangely enough.

The three of you managed to form a strange alliance during this time. Your best friend was still extremely cautious around Jimin and his siblings, as were you, but they had gotten somewhat closer, which made you glad. You didn’t want to be the bridge between them, as you thought that would be tiring and more than you could already handle. 

Still, the two were only human. They wouldn’t always be there to defend you. Nevertheless, you were quite capable of defending yourself. 

You didn’t give Aemilia the satisfaction of breaking under her pressure. You held your head up high despite the amounts of rumors flying around the school about you, even if they made you want to split your own skull open. 

The student body, in part, was divided. Half of them wanted nothing to do with you, considering how you were associated with both the Augustuses and the Kims. They were wary of your actions, claiming you were steps away from meeting Wylynne herself. 

The other half whispered about how tired they were of Aemilia’s antics and tantrums, given that this was not the first time she had behaved like this toward another student. 

Two weeks passed by, and neither you nor Aemilia was giving in. The strawberry blonde was beside herself, and so were her poor friends. Every day that she failed to teach you a lesson was another day she went raving mad in private.

Soon enough, her patience would snap. She would find herself going over the tipping point, but the question remains: Who would stand to lose the most when she got there?

It was another stressful day for you at Ichabod Academy as you sat in your lively homeroom. 

Mana rested on your desk, laying their head on their arms. You figured they would be uncomfortable, considering the way their body was twisted around in their seat, but your friend was drifting off without a care in the world. 

You slumped in your chair, looking every bit as done with life as you had recently felt. There was so much you had to be on the lookout for, and today was no different. 

You blinked tiredly and looked at your best friend. You then decided to lay your head on top of Mana’s, who did nothing more than let out a grunt, and closed your eyes in an attempt to get some rest as well.

When Jimin returned from the restroom, he internally cooed at the sight. 

Your head started rocking back and forth as it tilted dangerously on top of Mana’s. Ensuring he wouldn’t wake you, the boy sat you up and leaned your body on him so that your head was resting on his shoulder. 

He smiled down at you in relief. Your classmates took note of his treatment and started to whisper about the two of you, but one look from him and the room quieted.

Unfortunately for you, the peace was short lived. There was a loud crackling over the intercom that shook both you and Mana awake. 

They sat up and glared at their surroundings in annoyance. You opened your eyes in a flash, desperately hoping it wasn’t your first period teacher. 

“Don’t worry, Ms. Diivi isn’t here yet.” Jimin reassured you. “It was just the intercom.”

You nodded in thanks and covered your yawn with the back of your hand.

There was some more crackling and finally, your principal began to speak. 

“Good afternoon, students. I apologize for the interruption, but this is urgent.  Constance Pierre is to report to the principal’s office immediately. I repeat, Constance Pierre to the principal’s office. Thank you for your attention, and please continue about your day.”

You squinted in confusion. 

Constance has never been called to the principal’s office before in her entire life. Even when she was causing trouble for you and other students, the teachers paid no mind and others were too afraid to report her. What could have happened?

The sound of feet pounding against the floor got closer and closer until you could hear it outside your classroom door. A blonde blur passed the room, disappearing as fast as it had come.

“Pierre…why does that name sound familiar?” You murmured to yourself.

“It’s the name of the freshman that went missing.” Mana said as they stretched. “Chance Pierre, I think.”

Your eyes widened in understanding.

“He was-is Constance’s little brother.” They corrected their statement.

Jimin glanced at your shocked expression and suppressed a dry laugh.

Quite frankly, he could care less about the Pierre family. Constance has been nothing but a nuisance to him and his brother.

He’d been willing to overlook the rumors of how annoyingly outstanding and clever the freshman was because he knew his little brother would always be better. 

But after the blonde went so far as to start pestering you, he used the information he’d gathered against Chance in its opportune moment. And he had no regrets.

You snuck a peek at Jimin and saw a familiar, cold decisiveness plastered on his face. It was the only expression you’d been seeing from him for a while now. Any time someone brought up the missing student, Jimin would go frostily silent. 

It reminded you of the difference between the two of you, just like his reaction–or lack thereof–the morning of Chance’s disappearance had.

You figured he was just uncomfortable talking about the situation and was carefully avoiding it, just as he had with you and Mana that first day you spent lunch together.

At least it wasn’t Mom or Mana, you thought to yourself.

“They must’ve finally found him.” You commented, distracted by your incoming thoughts.

Aemilia’s family is specifically in charge of hunting down anyone who can be perceived as a “threat” to the Kim family. Brooklyn Hayes and Constance Pierre, however, acquired social immunity for themselves and their families as the girls are so close.

Or so you thought.

Constance’s disheveled appearance the morning Chance went missing made much more sense, then. She was worried sick about her little brother, and one of her closest friends didn’t even bother warning her or her family. 

You shuddered. Just how many people would Aemilia sacrifice? How far would she go, just for her sick sense of what was right?

You had no intention of finding out.

By lunch time, the rest of the school had heard exactly what happened to poor Chance Pierre.

The fourteen year old boy was deposited in the family’s living room, returned out of the blue just like all of those who came before him. 

His mother had stepped out for a short moment to go grocery shopping and returned to find her bloody mess of a son, who she then quickly rushed to the hospital.

He was covered in bruises, had a broken arm and leg, several broken ribs, and permanent blindness in his left eye. All things considered, he is one of the lucky ones.

His family was just grateful that he was returned to them still breathing.

Whatever the message was, the Pierre family had received it loud and clear. And so had the rest of the town.

No one is allowed to leave Ichabod. Not without being stopped by Death herself. 

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Devotion (M)

Word Count: 5,885 // angst (toxic relationship, friends to lovers, yandere behavior, possessiveness, jealousy, mention of physical harm, mention of neglect), smut (rough sex/slight dub-con, fingering, omorashi, asphyxiation, forced creampie), no fluff

Childhood friend!Taehyung X Childhood friend!Reader

Summary: You and Taehyung were inseparable once. When you come back to your hometown after three years, fate pulls you back to him. And this time, Taehyung won’t ever keep his eyes off of you. 

Music: X

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𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭

pairing: jungkook x reader (f)

word count: 3.6K

warnings: jungkook in a relationship with someone (not the reader), flirting, cheater!jungkook, mention of 'whore', unprotected sex, blowjob, gagging, choking, swallowing cum, sex in the kitchen.

Coming home from a tiring day of work was always a burden for Jungkook as his whole body was exhausted and only wanted to rest. As he came home very late, the whole house was silent in the dark shadows of the corners.

The house was big as he was sharing it with his four other friends; two girls and three guys including him. Though they all met each other just a few months ago, immediately getting along well.

He made his way towards his room to change into more comfortable clothes— a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. He put his phone to recharge and then decided to make himself a late night snack as he felt his stomach slightly growling inside. He turned off the lights in his room and headed down to the big and spacious kitchen.

His footsteps were as quiet as possible as he didn’t want to wake up anyone with the noise. When he reached the living room, he could see that the kitchen located close to it was already in a dim light suggesting someone either was there or they once again forgot to turn off the lights.

He made his way closer to the room, seeing a silhouette bended over the kitchen island situated in the middle of the room. You were resting your elbows on the surface, gently scrolling on the phone in front of you, one hand under your chin. You wore a slim short silky black gown, which in that position almost exposed your ass from under it.

Jungkook pressed his lips together and tried to ignore that aspect.

As he can’t help himself, but always keep up his flirty attitude with you that he was absolutely sure who you were only by seeing your beautiful body and long wavy dark hair flowing down on your back.

He silently approached you and smacked your ass quickly, then made his way towards the fridge. At his sudden gesture, you jumped and turned your head to face him, but he kept his eyes inside the refrigerator as he was playing dumb.

“Oh my...” You chuckled as you knew that it was him once again with his nasty attitude. “Don’t say that.” he stated as he took out some food from the fridge and placed it next to the kitchen counter, still with his back turned to you.

Bare footsteps could be heard getting closer to him as he was casually preparing his plate of food. He still didn’t turn his face towards you until you tapped him on the shoulder and he looked to you out of curiosity. The moment he switched his head, a little index finger full of whipped cream spilled his lips, making him widen his eyes in surprise.

He hated whenever people tried to make fun of him, moreover when you were the one who did it as you liked to be nasty towards him.

He loved the fact that you always answered back his flirtings and teasings, sometimes they even turned him on, but he never really did anything about it as he decided it was better that way as he already had a girlfriend— even so, it didn’t mean he didn’t want it so much to punish your actions in bad ways.

He let out a hard exhale as he clenched his jaw and looked at you annoyed. Your face was painted with a cute and also dumb smile, letting out soft giggles as you looked at his dirty face. Sometimes you pissed him with your childish behaviors, but he was contradicting himself as he also found you absolutely cute.

“You are really looking for it tonight.” he let out another heavy sigh as you shut your laugh and looked him in the eyes. “I am actually looking for it for a long time, you just don’t want to give it to me.” you adorably pouted and he couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle. “I told you to stop saying these things.” he pushed you aside as he took a paper towel to wipe away the whipped creams from his mouth. “I should have told you to clean up this mess you made.”

“I would have gladly done it.” you smirked as you kept eyeing him, but he still decided to ignore your cheeky comments. “Why are you even awake at this hour?” he looked you back in the eyes, trying really hard to not look at your half exposed chest from under that little dress. “I couldn’t sleep and I was bored.” you leaned on the island’s counter as you looked down at your feet.

“Couldn’t you be bored in your room, babygirl?” he took a bite of the small sandwich he made for himself. “Uh— I didn’t want to?” you mumbled as you looked away from him. He grabbed your chin between his fingers and turned your head back to face him.

“Why did you get so flustered? Your cheeks are rosier.” he raised an eyebrow, but deep down he knew the answer, he just wanted to get it from you. “I-“ you almost whispered as both of you lost yourselves in the other’s eyes. “You-?” he lowly asked as he approached himself closer to you, leaving his sandwich back on the plate. “I just—“ your faces grew closer second by second, tension building up inside Jungkook's chest and slowly going down. He could feel your body weakening by the second.

“Tell me, babygirl.” he put pressure on the pet name he gave you, only to see you breathing heavily. “Ugh— I love it when you call me that.” you mumbled, almost making him unable to understand what you said. “I love to call you that.” he winked, your faces now being only centimeters away, eyes scanning each other as he couldn’t resist the urge to press his lips onto your plumpy and soft lips.

He was tired and didn’t think straight. Maybe it was his exhaustion, or you dressed like that in front of him and once again being a dirty little girl that turned him on really hard, but otherwise he never crossed his line with you as he never exactly knew what you were wanting from him.

His lips devoured yours, you allowing him to enter his tongue into your mouth in a hot make out session. The room was silent and filled with kissing sounds, only making him grow even more. One of his palms were placed on your jaw as the other one was keeping you closer to him from around your waist. You tingled your thin fingers behind his head and played with his brown hair.

It was very clear for him that he wanted you so much and because he abstained each time, now when it did happen it was too much to handle. A wave of emotions took him in, as he tried so hard to stop and not take that further.

He was afraid of doing something and losing your friendship above all.

“I want you so much.” you whispered on his lips as you took a small pause from kissing then you pressed yourself back on him. ‘Yes baby cub, I want you so much also.’ he thought for himself as he was still tasting you dearly.

He wanted to stop, but you made it hard as your hands slowly slipped under his t-shirt, crawling them onto his chest and gently scratching his skin with your long nails. He tried to break up the kiss once again, but you came back onto him and kissed him again.

Everything was almost perfect, him being able to almost stop— until you overdid yourself and took him by surprise.

One of your palms slipped in his sweatpants and gently cupped his hard bulge from above his boxers, making him gasp with surprise. Jungkook took a moment to look at you as you gave him a dirty and smiley look. In that moment he knew he couldn’t stop himself anymore. He agreed to just let himself go with the flow and then see after.

You quickly grasped the edge of his t-shirt and let him without it, throwing it on the counter and eyeing his abdomen with a soft lick on your lips. Without any further notice, he suddenly sees you kneeling down in front of him. His heart was beating with anticipation on knowing what you were thinking of doing, but also because he was amazed and surprised by you.

He was so ready to have your mouth on him, but also he wasn’t so sure if it was a good idea. Moreover, the needy look on your face didn’t help him in any way. You grabbed the margin of his sweatpants and quickly pulled them down. He was out of power for the first time as he was too amazed by your actions and didn’t actually expect you to be like that.

His back was resting on the counter and his palms grabbed the surface, eyes looking down at the beautiful girl kneeled at his legs. You gently rubbed his bulge harder, only teasing him as he wanted you to take him already in that little mouth of yours. He took in a big breath and smirked at your cute actions.

“Babygirl, stop teasing and get into action.” he demanded you as you licked your lips and without notice exposing his cock when you pulled down his boxers. It fell out freely in front of you to admire, as your soft hands grabbed the length of it and slowly stroked on it.

Jungkook finally started to feel some pleasure as your movements grew faster after you spit on him to help you go up and down easier. Your lips only took his tip between them, continuing to tease the shit out of him, until you decided to go fully on it with the sucking. He was enjoying it so much as he looked at you from above. His head fell back in so much pleasure as your lips were wrapped around his cock with so much passion.

Involuntarily, he grabbed your hair only to push you even faster and deeper onto him, facefucking you as your chockings from deepthroating him only making him come close even faster. He has never been sucked like that before, not even by his girlfriend. Your movements and touches were so different and yet so good.

He couldn’t and didn’t want to ban his orgasm so he released himself inside your mouth, leaving him completely in awe as you swallowed everything like a good girl.

“Fuck, baby cub.” he whispered as he tried to make his moans as low as possible so he won’t wake up the whole house. It was enough that your sucking and choking sounds were loud enough, he honestly didn’t want anyone to come interrupt them now.

He quickly grabbed your arms and pushed you back up, kissing you hungrily and still being able to taste himself on your lips. You wrapped your legs around his waist and he placed your body on the kitchen island’s surface, laying you down and spreading your legs in front of him.

He didn’t waste any time as he quickly removed your soaked plain black panties and dropped them over his t-shirt. You raised your dress higher so your hips would be exposed. He leaned over and placed his head between your legs, feeling your wet pussy emanating hotness. His fingers cupped the exterior of both of your thighs, as his lips and tongue were leaving wet traces on your skin.

As he approached his mouth and kisses to your pussy, he could feel the tension building up upon your body. He smirked at the sight of your head restlessly grabbed by your hand and with the other cupping your breast. He loved to see you so wet and helpless because of him. It just made him want to pound into you like an animal.

His mouth left a few bites and marks closer to your vagina, on the inner thighs. The moment he placed it on your wet pussy, you let out a whimper and curved your body under his touch. With every sucking or tongue-fucking action that he did, you let out hard exhales and low moans, biting your finger as you tried to be quiet.

“Babygirl, I will need you to be a very good girl and make no loud sound.” he whispered after stopping for a couple of seconds, looking at you nodding with desperation to shut him up and continue eating you out, which he did. “I-I think I’m close—“ you whimpered as you bit your lower lip and he stopped. You gave him a sudden annoyed look.

“You’re not going to have that orgasm so fast, whore.” you looked him in the eyes as you understood everything you needed to understand. He grabbed your arms and pushed you up towards him, tearing off that dress from you to expose your hot body under the kitchen’s dim lights. He took a moment to check you out and was amazed by your beauty.

He placed one hand on your back and leaned you down as his lips traced saliva strains around your boobs and sucking onto your nipples. Your boobs were so round and soft, he almost wanted to bite them off from your body. He liked so much kissing them and having you squirm under his touch and suckings. Your head fell backwards to the tiring pleasure he was giving you.

He couldn’t keep himself anymore and he positioned himself between your legs, taking his length between his fingers as he gently rubbed it to your clit. He wanted to tease you and from what he could observe it was working as you were whimpering anticipating the moment he's going to go deep inside you.

“Just— do it.” you exhaled as you were biting your index finger. “Shut up, whore. You’re not telling me what to do.” he demanded as he loudly smack your thigh. “Someone is going to hear us.” you chuckled. “Let them come and see, then. Now shut it up.” as he said so you swallowed your words and gulped, only trying to look at him and see him still teasing your dripping clit.

He felt so good just by carefully digging into you with the tip of his dick, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back as he enjoyed every moment of it. Until one moment, when it wasn’t enough for him anymore, he got inside you unannounced, hearing you groan in surprise as you felt him deep inside.

You felt so good stretched out like that by his cock, maintaining himself from going strong on you since the beginning. He thrusted slowly first, but as he couldn’t keep it for too long, he just decided to push himself faster and harder inside. You wrapped her legs around his waist and quickly pushed him closer to you so you could have all of him buried deep inside you.

He smirked and held you by the hips to have a better grip on your body, his skin clapping onto yours with each pump he made. You let out soft moans, trying to hold back as much as possible so no one will wake up.

He pushes you up once again and moves you a bit so he can climb onto the counter and sit on it, gesturing you to jump over his lap. Both your legs were resting on one side and the other of his, your fingers grabbing his cock and stuffing it inside you. He placed his palms on your back and held you close, as you jumped up and down on him.

He enjoyed letting you do a little bit of the work— even though he loved to be the dominant, it turned him on even more to see you doing him like that.

You pressed your lips on his, hot breaths intertwining with each other as you rode him as fast and good as you could. He felt your wetness spreading onto him, only making himself even more turned on by you, if that was even possible.

Your lips were something else— so juicy and soft, altogether with that dancing tongue inside his mouth. He could feel your breast rubbing onto his chest and he pulled you closer to him so he could bury your whole body into his. He went closer on your jaw and reached your neck, bitting and sucking on that sensitive spot you had, being sure to mark you as his propriety so you can’t fuck around that easily.

You were cute and innocent sometimes, but you loved being a little slut which made him wonder and upset— he wanted your pussy just for him, even more now that he knows how good you feel and taste.

He moves you aside and gets down from the surface, gesturing for you to do the same. He grab your hips and turn you around, only to bend you in the same position he found you here earlier, finally being able to fuck you like that.

He was feeling close since you rode him, so he pumped himself into your guts so bad, deep and rough that he almost felt like pushing the whole furniture piece from its place. You kept a hand over your mouth, muffled moans escaping your lips as the other hand was holding dearly onto the edge of the surface. His hands were cupping your waist forcefully, squeezing your skin and for his own pleasure, spanking your ass cheeks for a couple of times, seeing you twitching whenever his palm made contact with your ass.

Once again, both your skins clapping and your lowly hard exhales and groans were filling the room. “Oh my, oh my— fuck.” you whimpered under your breath, making him so fucking turned on by the way of moaning those words. “Fuck it, babygirl.” he said as his thrusts became sloppier, his body was exhausted and he was almost close.

You finally released onto his cock, filling him with your juices, but not making him stop yet, still pounding into your pumping pussy, seeing how you couldn’t take it anymore of pleasure. He went a bit faster again as he felt his cock filling up with blood, only to pull it out and spill his hot liquid onto your ass, giving himself a few strokes until he was completely finished.

Both of you were still, catching your breaths, you turning your head to watch him deeply and lost into his eyes as he locked his with yours, giving you a soft smile. He turned around to take a paper towel and wipe his cum from your skin gently, making you giggle. He smacked your ass one more time before throwing the paper in the trash.

You rose from the counter and he quickly grabbed your arm and spun you around to kiss you once more. But this time the kiss was a bit softer and exhausted, but he gave you through it his sincere feeling.

“Better dress up, what if someone comes and catches us after all that noise we made?” he winked as you gave him a playful look, both of you collecting your clothes to dress yourselves.

The fact that both of you were so comfortable after it amazed him, only smiling and chuckling at each other, but regardless feeling so good— it made him upset that he overthought it for so long and could’ve just done it earlier.

“What about your sandwich?” you point at the plate with a half eaten sandwich. “I already had my late night snack.” he winked and he could see your cheeks pinky. “But I guess I can finish that up.” He took his plate in his palm and you also gestured that you would go to your bedroom, as he also wanted to go to his. Both turned off the lights and made your way towards the rooms.

“Uh— goodnight.” you shyly spoke, only giving him a short look. “What do you mean? You’re sleeping here tonight.” he gestured with his head towards his room as he pushed open the door.

He entered and turned his head around to still see you in the doorway with a confused look on your face. “What if someone finds out?” you asked as he placed the plate on the nightstand and went back to you with a smile cutting his face, gently grabbing your wrists and pulling you playfully inside with him, closing the door behind you.

“Sleep here, baby cub.” he pouted as you couldn’t help your chuckle. “Are you sure? I mean—“

“I want to hold you in my arms tonight.” he kept a serious but gentle face, making you flustered with his words. “I didn’t know you have a soft side.” you giggled. “I have my little surprises.” he winked.

Afterwards, he pushed you down the bed and climbed over you to kiss you deeply, tucking strains of hair behind your ear as you caged his neck between your arms. Then he fell next to you, completely exhausted and feeling himself slowly drifting to sleep. He pulled you close to him, sliding his arm under your head, letting it rest on his chest as your soft palm was placed over it. With his other arm he embraced your whole body close to him. He loved how you then buried your face into his neck, chuckling when you sniffed his perfume.

Both of you were able to speak a few more words before you drifted off to sleep, deciding to entertain yourselves and keep this as both of your own little secret.