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Crybaby (m)

— synopsis: he calls you crybaby, crybaby. but you don’t fucking care.

↳ Pairing: jungkook x reader ↳ genre: smut ↳ word count: 9.6k ↳ warnings: dom!jk, sub!oc, oc is small in height, rough unprotected sex, oc cries a fuck ton bc sex is too good and cock is too big for her, daddy!jk, little!oc, choking, spanking, intense dirty talk lol are we surprised, jk’s lowkey a sadist, SIZE KINK, big dick kook, multiple orgasms, cunnilingus, face fucking, name-calling, degradation, taehyung makes an appearance because why not, this oneshot is just one big porn with plot thank you 

cute people: @seokjoontae (tumblr won’t let me mention you I’m sorry :<) @gwccivante​ @pompurii​

A/n: Before you start reading, the OC that I imagine in this oneshot is small in height, so if you read words like ‘little’, ‘small’, and ‘tiny’, please don’t get offended or feel hurt! It’s just the way I pictured this OC, but you can completely ignore that if you want and paint your own. Everyone’s beautiful in whatever shape or form! <3

It was a cold, rainy day and you were walking along the paved sidewalks. Holding onto your umbrella with both hands as you tried to prevent it from folding upwards from the harsh wind, the only thing that was keeping you going – was café that you’d always go to before work.

It was called Jeon’s Kitchen. It was a café that was super underrated for its location was hidden from the busy streets, yet it served the best coffee and pastries that you’ve ever tasted in your whole years of living.

You push the door of the café and the bell rings, signaling your arrival. The fresh smell of baked bread and coffee instantly hits your nose, and you almost roll your eyes back from its heavenly scent. Folding your wet umbrella close, you greet the man from the other side of the glass counter. “Good morning Mr. Jeon!”

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The Choreographer- Pt. 4

Jimin x reader / Jungkook x reader / future poly! bts x reader

Summary: As the assistant choreographer for BTS, you are often responsible for helping the guys rehearse one-on-one. Professional and courteous as you try to act on the job, there is no denying that deep within you lies a submissive, thirsty slut, dying to come out and play. Everyone knows scandal would cost you your job, but sometimes the tension can become unbearable.

It’s too bad. But it’s too sweet.

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Grinding, drinking, partying, jealousy, angst, fluff, forbidden affairs, fingering, oral (f receiving), foul language, light bondage, spanking, rough sex, and so much smut.

Word count: 5.6k

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You lay there, trying to catch your breath for a while. “Fuck, Jimin, where’d you learn to do that?” you asked.

He chuckled softly. “Did you think I was innocent?”

That was a good question. 

“Well, no…I guess I never really thought about it. I mean, I never saw you with anyone,” you said honestly. It was true. Before things happened with Jungkook, you never really thought of any of the members fucking around in secret.

He kissed you again lightly and stroked your hair. “Some of us are better at managing our affairs than others.”

You sat up to look at him. “What do you mean by that?”

He sat up to face you, and affectionately ran his hand along your back. “You know what I mean.”

The realization hit slowly. The way he said it didn’t sound angry or accusatory, but you still averted your eyes in shame. He lightly kissed your cheek before continuing.

“Listen, it’s none of my business what you do in your own private life. I was well aware that you had been with someone recently. But I will say that Jungkook has all the desires of a full-grown man, but doesn’t know how to handle them like one.”

He wrapped his arms around you again and kissed your shoulder. You were working hard to process this information despite all the endorphins still flooding your brain.

“Does anyone else know?” you asked.

“No. I only realized it tonight on the balcony. But it makes sense. You supposedly had a date the same night Jungkook came back late from practice. The next day you were covered in marks and neither of you could look each other in the eye in front of me. Then what happened at the restaurant. It all fell into place.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you knew?”

“Same reason you didn’t tell me it was happening before we fucked. It’s just none of my business, and it doesn’t really affect how I think about you.”

You were surprised by how casually he was handling everything.

“You’re not worried about upsetting him?” you asked.

“He hasn’t exactly been warm or friendly with me lately. Plus, if he’s going to fool around with someone, he’s going to have to learn to manage his jealousy. He can’t expect her to be exclusive when he can’t give her what she deserves in return,” he said, looking you in the eye. “None of us can.”

“And what does she deserve?”

He eyed you carefully, assessing your body language before continuing. “Loyalty. Time. Emotional availability.  All the things that make a relationship healthy.” He fell silent, hoping you’d pick up on the subtext.

Jimin pulled you both back down to rest on the bed before the moment got too heavy. He stroked your arm again and resumed tracing your skin with his lips.

“So what can you offer?” you asked.

“Are you asking if we can do this again?” You didn’t bother responding. He knew.

He continued kissing your neck and chest as he answered.

“Obviously my friendship.” Kiss “My body, when I have time.” Kiss. “The freedom to get your needs met with other people if I can’t.” Kiss. “And the option to stop and go back to being casual friends at any…” kiss, “…point, if you decide…” kiss, “…you didn’t want this.” Kiss.

“You won’t let things get messy?” you asked.

“Only in the dirty way,” he responded and kissed you again, this time on the lips. When he broke away, he paused, trying to articulate his next thought.

“I’m fine with you fucking Jungkook if that’s what you want. Just be careful. Make sure he knows what he’s getting into. I don’t want him to get hurt.”

You nodded.

You stayed in his arms for a while longer, but snuck out in the middle of the night once everyone else had fallen asleep. Hoseok never did end up coming to the bedroom—you walked past his sleeping form draped over the couch on your way out.

You had quite a lot to mull over. You knew you had to talk to Jungkook. How you were going to do that without mentioning Jimin, you weren’t sure.

Throughout the day, you put off texting him, only growing more nervous as you procrastinated. You weren’t sure how long you should wait, wondering if you could hold off until your next rehearsal with him.

You were happy to have the next few days off, though. You had been at the mercy of others, both physically and emotionally, for so long that you were drained. You felt much better after a long run followed by a warm bath and a nap. You spent the rest of the evening indulging in trashy reality shows, not even bothering to change out of your robe.

Then, your phone rang. You looked at the caller ID—Jungkook.

“I’m outside. Let me up,” he said, as soon as you answered. The line went dead. You hesitated, not prepared to face him yet. Clenching your jaw in frustration, you buzzed him in.

Not ten seconds later, you heard him knock.

“We need to talk,” he said, brushing past you as soon as you opened the door. His perfect frame loomed over you, looking tall, muscular, and tense. You tried not to notice how attractive he was.

Closing the door behind you, you turned to face him. “Why are you here, Jungkook?”

His eyes narrowed and his expression darkened. “Where did you go last night?”

Not wanting to lie but not wanting to admit the truth, you feigned innocence, crossing your arms defiantly. “I was there all night.”

“Try again.”  You avoided his glare.

“I was there.”

“Nobody saw you after you left the dance floor,” he said, and you could see his jaw muscle protruding as he clenched his teeth. Damn, he looked good when he was angry. But no. You couldn’t get distracted. It was time to put a stop to this. 

“I’m surprised you noticed. I thought you were preoccupied,” you said hotly.  

“Don’t give me that!” he spat. You stared at your feet and remained quiet. After a few minutes, he continued on. “Jimin was missing all night too.”

Your stomach tied in a knot and you forced yourself to look up at him. He stepped closer to you and took your chin in his hands. Your skin felt like it was on fire under his fingers. He leaned in close. Your breath caught as, for a moment, it seemed like he might kiss you, but he turned your head to the side at the last second, exposing your neck.

“These are new.” You stayed silent as he traced a finger along the fresh purple marks Jimin had left on your skin. He let go of your chin as a short, bitter laugh fell from his lips.

“So it’s true. You’re not just my slut after all.”  

You slapped him hard across the cheek. He pressed his hand to the angry red mark yours had left and he looked taken aback.

“I’m getting really tired of you thinking that just because we fucked, I somehow belong to you. You don’t fucking own me.”

“That’s not how you felt when I had you bent over the table.”

You went to slap him again, but this time he caught your wrist.

“What do you want from me, Jungkook? Do you want me to be at your beck and call? Saving myself only for you while you’re off on world tours for months at a time? Promising loyalty when you know better than I do that anything beyond casual hookups would be impossible?”

“I just don’t want the fact that you’re fucking him to be constantly rubbed in my face.”

“Jesus Christ, Jungkook. Jimin and I weren’t doing anything at that point! You were acting like a jealous boyfriend over nothing! You didn’t even ask me about it. You just assumed we must be fucking behind your back.”

“Weren’t you?” he asked.

“No,” you said flatly.

“And now?”

You remained quiet for a moment.

“You ditched me for that makeup artist,” you accused.

“I didn’t fuck her.”

“You were cold to me for days.”

“And you weren’t just as cold to me?” he clapped back. You didn’t have anything to say to that.

“I don’t know what you want me to tell you,” you whispered finally.

“Did you fuck him?”

“Yes.”

“How many times?”

“Just once.”

“Last night?”

You nodded.

“And you didn’t do anything before then?”

“I kissed him after he took me home when I was drunk and upset. He stopped it before things went further.”

He chewed on his tongue for a second. “Will you fuck him again?”

You hesitated, giving yourself time to consider.

“Yes,” you answered. “Probably.”

He inhaled sharply. You could see that it stung a bit. “What about us?” he asked.

You frowned. You knew that you were making the right decision, but a big part of you wanted nothing more than to throw your arms around his wide shoulders and kiss him. But this had to be done. “We might be better off if there wasn’t an ‘us’.” 

“Why?!” he demanded.

“Because I honestly don’t think you could handle things as they are if we continue. You acted like a fucking child just because I sat next to Jimin. How are you supposed to keep your cool if I’m fucking him?”

“You underestimate me.”

“You think you’ll be mature?” You said. He glared at you. “Is that what you’re doing right now? Being mature? You’re still acting like a child.”

His hand went to grab your neck and he squeezed, only slightly, as a warning. “Watch it,” he growled. Something about the way he was looking at you while he held your throat in his hand sent tingles rippling throughout your body. You were so fucking pissed at him. But he was so dominant. The submissive part of you wanted more. He was no longer acting like a child. In that moment, you were painfully aware that Junkgook was a whole man. 

He stared down at you, chest heaving in rage. His breath was hot on your lips. He narrowed his eyes. The energy between you shifted. You suspected he felt it too.

“You really think that Jimin can give it to you better than I can?”

“That’s not…” your breath caught mid-sentence, “…that’s not the point.”

“You really think he can make you come like I can? Toss your body around like it’s nothing? Take control the way I can...the way I know you want?”

You averted your eyes from him, not wanting to admit the truth. Jimin was good. He was an expert at eating you out and he knew how to work your body to get the results he wanted, but Jungkook had a passion and brute strength that Jimin could never match. He knew it. And you wanted it. Hard.

He knew that too.

“You can pretend to be above it all you want,” he whispered, “but we both know at the end of the day, you’re a submissive little slut, begging to be filled with my cum. I can read you like a book.”

You glared at him again in defiance, but he was right. He knew exactly what to say to get you to submit. 

“Biting your lip, trying to act like you don’t want me to sink my teeth into it,” he said, and you quickly removed your bottom lip from between your teeth.

“Breathing heavily, like you’re trying hard to keep your composure.” You tried to steady your breath.

“Nipples so hard, I can see through your robe,” he said, and untied the belt that kept the satin in place, exposing the entire front of your body to his gaze. He ran his thumb over one of the swollen buds. Your breath caught in your throat at the contact and you pleaded with your body not react to the sensation.

“Fine. Don’t admit it. Your body does that for you.”

His hand slid down your torso, coming to rest between your thighs and stroking you softly, feeling how slick you were. You swallowed hard and fought back a moan. 

When he removed his hand a moment later, he brought his index finger up to your face and pressed it firmly against your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself and acknowledge your arousal. 

Your body was silently begging to be filled with his cock. He relaxed his grip on your throat and stroked your neck softly with his thumb. Your eyes fluttered shut, your resolve waning. 

“I was wrong. You’re still my slut.”

“Fuck you, Jungkook,” you said, shoving him away from you, but he caught you and pulled you into him, crashing his lips into yours.

“Fuck,” you whimpered, and you lost all semblance of self-control, flinging your arms around his neck and kissing him back deeply. He picked you up with seemingly no effort and carried you over to the couch, where he sat down and planted you on his lap, facing him. Once again, you found yourself straddling his thigh. He gripped your hips hard and dug his thumbs into your flesh.

“Move,” he commanded, and forced you to rock against him, knowing how much you loved riding his thighs. You greedily obliged, rolling your hips down hard against him as he bounced his leg up and down under you, increasing the pressure on your clit. You moaned loudly.

He held your body down firmly in place and watched as you gyrated on him, tits bouncing up and down in time with his heel. His mouth found its way to your neck and he bit the skin hard, before sucking on it to draw more blood to the surface. He was marking you where Jimin could see.

He smacked your ass hard, and his mouth moved down to your nipples, taking a hard bud in between his teeth and gently tugging, before swirling his tongue around it. He sucked softly. Your senses were so heightened by that point that every single touch from him elicited a moan.

Jungkook’s eyes wandered over your body. You could see the pride on his face knowing that despite your best efforts, you couldn’t resist him. You gripped his shoulders for more leverage and sped up your movements. Eventually, you could feel a coil winding tightly in your abdomen, threatening to burst.

“Fuck, Jungkook, I…” your muscles tensed and the rest of your sentence got lost in your throat. 

“Oh, no you don’t,” he said and abruptly shoved you off of him. You fell to the floor hard.

“What the hell?!” you shouted, half wanting to slap him again and half wanting to jump right back on.

“You haven’t earned it.”

“What?!” you spat, closing your robe in front of you to cover yourself.

“Don’t hide from me,” he said, and grabbed either side of the fabric, forcing it back open. You didn’t fight it. He knew this was exactly what you wanted. You craved more. You wanted to see what he would do when he was pushed.  

“What the fuck do you mean I haven’t earned it?!”

He picked your body back up off the floor and bent you over his knees. He spanked you hard, disciplining you for talking back. You let out a yelp.

“Do you want this cock or not?”

As much as you hated him right then, you couldn’t lie. “Yes.”

“Suck it.”

He let go of your torso to allow you to kneel beside him and undo his belt. You unzipped his jeans and pulled them down, along with his boxers to allow his cock to spring free. It was rock hard, begging for your mouth. You spit on the tip first and gave it a tentative lick.

“Don’t tease,” he warned.

You tucked your hair back out of the way and leaned down to envelop his throbbing dick in your mouth. He let out a low groan, and you locked eyes with him, encouraged by his reaction.

“Fuck, you’re good,” he whispered as you bobbed your head up and down until he hit the back of your throat. He reached over and smacked your ass again, and you moaned into his cock. Cupping his balls in one hand, you licked from base to tip before swirling your tongue around him and sucking hard.

He let out a sharp gasp when you relaxed your throat and took it all into your mouth, swallowing around it. You gagged a bit and backed off it. A string of saliva clung to your lip and dripped down onto his intimidating erection. You looked back up at him, waiting for his reaction.

“You want me to fuck your pretty little face?”

You bit your lip and nodded. He shifted his position so he was on his knees in front of you. He grasped your hair in a ponytail with his fist and guided himself back into your mouth.

You relaxed your jaw again as best you could while he hit the back of your throat. You gagged on it, tears filling your eyes as he thrust into you over and over, but you didn’t want to stop. You wanted to make him come.

Reaching over you, Jungkook smacked your ass again, and your moans sent vibrations down his shaft.

“You want my cum? Is that it?” You nodded impatiently, his cock still in your mouth. “Too bad,” he said, and quickly withdrew himself from you again, causing you to lose balance and fall forward on the floor.

He picked you back up, flinging you effortlessly over his shoulder and carried you to your bed, throwing you down on it when he arrived. You marveled again as his sheer strength.

He climbed over you, reclining on his back, and he pulled you on top of him to straddle his hips. You felt his cock pulse against your clit.

“You’re so fucking wet right now,” he whispered, and you bit your lip, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside you. You rolled your hips down onto him. “Such a slut,” he said with a devilish grin. Before you could get his cock inside you however, his hands gripped your waist, lifting you up again with ease. He pulled your body towards the head of the bed and set it back down on him so you could straddle his mouth.

Jungkook wrapped his arms around your thighs and forced his tongue in you. You bucked your hips and he encouraged your movements with his arms, helping you ride his face. The feeling of his mouth underneath you as you rocked back and forth on it was intense, hot, and enthralling. It was also short-lived.

Never truly allowing you to get your fill, he quickly sat up, catching you in his arms and flipping you over onto the bed so that he could climb on top of you. He pinned your arms to your sides and paused, letting his eyes run over your body. He took in the sight of you beneath him, panting, angry, and absolutely dying to be fucked. You struggled beneath him, trying to free your arms, but to no avail. He held you down firmly in place, waiting.

“What do you want?” he asked. He was going to make you beg for it.

“I want you.”

He waited, not fully satisfied with your answer.

“I want you to fuck me hard.”

He didn’t respond.

“Jeon Jungkook. If you don’t fuck me right now I am going to explode. I want you to beat my pussy up with your massive cock until I scream. I want you to absolutely ruin me so I can’t even stand. I want you to stretch me out the way only you can, and then I want you to fill me with your cum.”

He exhaled with a smirk, and moved off you only to force your legs open with his hands and position his cock at your entrance. Slowly he pushed the tip into you, noticing how your legs shook as soon as he entered. He pumped in and out of you at an excruciatingly lazy pace.

“Jungkook, please.”

At that, he started slamming into you. Your fingers went to your clit, but he grabbed your hand.

“I’m the only one making you come tonight.”

He replaced your fingers with his own, and he traced quick, steady circles around your clit. As soon as he touched you, the fire between your legs began to grow, threatening to overtake you. He lifted your legs up over his shoulder and rammed his body into you, his chest slapping loudly against the back of your thighs. You could feel his cock slamming up against your g-spot over and over again. A new, strange sensation began to build within you. 

Without warning, you felt yourself succumb to his body, orgasm slamming into you unannounced with a vengeance. This time was different. Your felt your juices spill out all over the bed in a fountain, ruining the sheets.

After a few more thrusts, you felt his body seize up and then release, filling you up with his cum. He rode out his orgasm in you for a few moments before finally collapsing beside you.

You both took some time to catch your breath.

“Holy shit, Jungkook,” you exhaled heavily. You felt his cum start to drip out of you, running down your thigh and mixing with your own in the sheets.

“I didn’t know you were a squirter,” he said, rolling over to look at you. It took you a minute to find your voice again.

“Honestly, neither did I.”

He raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“Never?”

You shook your head. He reclined back to rest on the pillows again, self-satisfaction evident on his face. You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t deny that it had felt more intense than any orgasm before it.

‘Well shit,’ you thought. ‘I am his slut.’