five days weren’t supposed to feel this long.

jungkook had reluctantly left on sunday morning for a business trip overseas, it was now friday evening. he had been travelling since early morning, having taken a series of trains, buses, and flights just to get to the airport which was still a two hour taxi ride away from your shared apartment.

he was exhausted, slightly hangry, and terribly missing you - his heavily pregnant wife, his y/n, the one and only love of his life.

you were just about eight months now, always hungry and waddling everywhere, your due date fast approaching. jungkook had been very hesitant to leave, refusing the offer at first. but then you assured him that you could call your best friend - jina, who lived 5 minutes away - if anything happened, and that this trip could lead to a potential promotion for him, which would benefit you both greatly given the baby on the way.

even though jungkook knew you’d be fine for a couple of days with help nearby, he still didn’t want to leave at all - he missed whispering to your belly at night, missed kissing and stroking your hair until you fell asleep, missed being able to slip it in gently from behind when you got needy during the night - which was nearly every night.

a little pathetic for a 5 day absence, yes. but this was jungkook - you’d been married for 3 years, dated for 5, and his obsession with you only grew stronger with each passing day.

your pregnancy wasn’t planned, but it wasn’t a surprise, either. you weren’t on any birth control and hated when jungkook wore condoms, so it was only a matter of time. a baby now wasn’t an inconvenience, you worked remotely and jungkook’s job was steady. he couldn’t wait to become a father, to grow your family and watch either a mini you or him run around the apartment.

throughout your pregnancy, jungkook had literally stopped letting you do anything tiring - especially when your belly started growing bigger. he was constantly by your side, usually one hand on your belly and the other stroking your hair. he cleaned the whole apartment regularly, made sure you took at least two naps a day, and tended to every pregnant need you had, no matter how silly it was.

jungkook always agreed to doing whatever you wanted, even before you got pregnant. you were his main priority, and he wanted to make you feel happy and loved all the time. so when he’d come home from work to find you sprawled on the couch balancing a box of pizza on your bump whilst watching tv? he just took out a spoon and your favourite ice cream from the freezer, sat beside you, and fed you the ice cream with one hand while the other rubbed your swollen feet.

he was never overbearing, just wanted to ensure you and the baby were completely comfortable and calm - even if doing so meant watching you eat junk food all the time and treating you like you were a piece of easily breakable fine china.

you knew he was constantly working hard so you didn’t have to. he’d assembled almost everything in the nursery himself or with the help of taehyung - a close friend - during weekends, he’d ask to work from home some days just because you didn’t want to let him go in the mornings. and despite being exhausted, he still intently listened to you ramble on about whatever whilst tenderly rubbing your back each night.

you thought this trip might be helpful for jungkook, might give him a deserved break from you, even though he’d text you every twenty minutes complaining about how he’d rather be home with you.

you wanted to do something special for him tonight. you wanted to fulfill jungkook’s needs, too. being pregnant meant you two went on a lot less dates, you dressed up less, tired most of the time. and whilst jungkook claimed this was definitely not a problem - you just felt like you weren’t really trying for him anymore.

he had called you fifteen minutes ago, asking how you felt and if you had eaten. you lied to him, saying that you were just about to go for a nap, when you were most definitely not.

jungkook had just gotten into the taxi to get home, which meant he’d be back in around an hour, leaving you enough time to get ready for him. he had sounded so exhausted and frustrated over the phone, the poor thing. apparently he’d already eaten, you just hoped it was something light since you’d planned to be his dinner tonight.

you had just finished shaving your body head to toe - difficult with your bump, but not impossible. “sorry, baby.” you had whispered when you accidentally scratched your belly button too hard whilst putting lotion on. you weren’t going to half ass this, you were going to make sure jungkook had one of the best nights of his life.

earlier that day, the new lingerie set you’d ordered arrived - crimson, lacy, and with minimal coverage - jungkook’s favourite. you carefully slipped it on, the lace hugged your curves beautifully, highlighting your bump without feeling too uncomfortable. you also curled your hair and did your makeup, finishing the look by applying some sultry lipstick.

as you adjusted the set in the mirror, your gaze drifted to the clock. perfect, jungkook would be home soon - and you looked hot.

you’d planned to wait for him on the couch, but your impatience started to get the better of you. but who could blame you? you were 8 months pregnant, missing your husband, and your sex drive impeccably high.

around five more minutes had passed, and you soon found yourself reaching into the bottom drawer of your nightstand where you and jungkook kept a series of sex toys - dildos, kegel balls, restraints, whatnot - and took out the baby pink vibrator jungkook had bought you just a couple of weeks ago.

you’d used it continuously during his absence, and you were already so wet at the thought of him finally coming home that sound of the vibrator made you drip even further.

legs spreading, you moved your panties to one side and edged it closer to your aching folds. the cold air made you gasp, and the moment you pressed the vibrator against your clit - you became a moaning mess.

thoughts of your husband filled your mind - him putting together furniture in the nursery all shirtless and sweaty, the way the veins on his arm popped out when he flexed it just because he knew it turned you on. “ah. fuck.” your eyes rolled back as you pressed the vibrator harder against you, that sweet feeling already forming in your lower stomach.

in between your gasps and moans, you faintly heard the front door unlock. finally, jungkook was home - and what a sight he’d walk into. you didn’t turn the vibrator off, didn’t get up, you just waited for him to come and find you - pleasuring yourself to the thought of him.

jungkook was so happy to finally be home, to find you and hold you after what felt like forever. as he closed the door and put his suitcase to one side, he noticed that the lights were off and the living room empty. had you fallen asleep?

“baby?” jungkook called out, voice slightly hoarse from the wind outside - you didn’t respond. he slipped his shoes and jacket off, dropping his keys on the side dish, and started walking to your shared bedroom. if you were asleep, then he wanted nothing but to join you as soon as possible.

as he approached, he could hear soft muffled sounds. what were you doing? the bedroom door wasn’t fully closed, and when jungkook pushed it open, his mouth immediately went dry at the sight before him.

you, legs spread wide and shaking with your vibrator pressed against your core whilst your free hand played with your nipple erotically - luscious tits now spilling out of your sexy lingerie.

your head was tipped back against the headboard, eyes closed and biting your lip as the vibrator circled your dripping clit. “mm…baby, is that you?” your eyes stayed closed. “I missed you so much, kookie - ah..” you gasped as you turned the vibrator to a much stronger, harsher setting, pushing the tip of it inside you now.

jungkook was stunned. he was frozen, eyes wide, just stood there in the doorway watching you - cock already straining his pants - you’d never pulled anything like this before. christ, you looked pornographic right now, and he’d never been more turned on. the sounds of the vibrator pushing in and out of you were actually obscene.

he quickly found his voice again, though it was quiet and slightly shaky. “b-baby, what are you doing?” jungkook inched closer, now stepping fully into the bedroom and closing the door behind him. his gaze landed on your bump, so plump and full with his baby - the fact that you were pregnant made this even hotter.

you giggled, your eyes opening slightly to look at him. fuck - he looked so good - a mixture of confused, exhausted, and aroused - standing there in a white button up and black slacks, hair slightly messy. “i couldn’t wait anymore…had to take care of myself without you…” your breathing was starting to become laboured, it was clear you were nearing your release.

jungkook’s eyes darkened immediately, desire replacing the confusion. he couldn’t take it anymore, he wanted to throw that vibrator across the room and pleasure you himself. he quickly lowered one knee onto the bed and dove in, taking the vibrator from your grasp and tossing it somewhere behind him, then quickly sliding your drenched panties off.

his mouth closed over your clit immediately, licking and sucking enthusiastically. “yes…fuck..” your hands tangled in his hair, pushing him further into you whilst you wrapped your legs around his head, effectively trapping him in between your legs so you could grind against him easier. jungkook loved it when you did that, especially when you were so wet like this - you tasted so sweet, he wanted to be buried in your pussy forever - even if it suffocated him.

his hands dug into your thighs - not hard enough to hurt - and pushed his skilled tongue inside you, quickening his pace just to hear you moan louder. “there…kookie, yes..!” his nose pressing against your clit sent you over the edge - eyes rolling to the back of your head as you began to see stars. “yes! oh!” you yelled. jungkook smiled against your pussy, his pace never wavering as his tongue lapped up all of your juices. he kept swirling his tongue and licking until your legs stopped shaking, loosening around his head.

jungkook pressed a sweet kiss to your clit before coming back up to look at you. his eyes finally met yours - your light hazel eyes glistened with contentment - his favourite sight ever. jungkook’s lips quickly found yours, the kiss was heated and your tongues immediately intertwined - now reunited after days apart. you could taste yourself on him, and you loved it.

your hands cradled his face as your lips continued moving, then jungkook reluctantly pulled back for some air, resting his forehead against yours. “i missed you so fucking much.” he murmured as his hands gently rubbed your belly - right where the baby had been kicking more lately. “baby ok?”

you nodded, still a little out of breath, your hands now at the nape of his neck - caressing his soft skin. “never better.” jungkook smiled and pressed one last kiss to the corner of your mouth, before looking down at your body, his finger hooking into the strap of your bra as he raised a brow. “new?”

you giggled and licked your lips. “yes. wanted to surprise you.”

jungkook hummed. “red. good choice.” he murmured before burying his face between your velvety tits - his hand started travelling back down, slipping between your folds which were already wet again - but your hand stopped him, wrapping around his wrist and pushing it away.

you shook your head and sat up, one hand on your belly as you got off the bed. “no more. I want to make you feel good.” you stated as you carefully kneeled on the floor in front of him and patted the mattress for him to sit on.

but jungkook frowned - cock still painfully hard. “baby, I can’t have you kneeling on the floor at 8 months pregnant.”

you rolled your eyes and patted the mattress again. “jungkook.” you licked your lightly swollen lips, and jungkook was halfway to going insane again, then you asked sweetly. “I want to suck your cock - please?”

yeah, jungkook was a goner. he couldn’t possibly say no to you when you sounded so fucking pretty and sinful. he did want to shove his cock so hard down your throat until you cried - the fact that you were pregnant and sensitive was the only thing stopping him. well, not anymore. you were being a brat tonight, and he had no choice but to put up with it.

“alright - fuck.” jungkook swiftly repositioned himself on the mattress so that your head was now between his legs. you started to massage his thighs through his pants, he undid his belt whilst you did that, tossing at across the room as you started to pull his pants down. once they were off, jungkook leaned back on his forearms and sighed, cherishing the feeling of you touching him after such an exhausting fucking day.

you started palming his huge cock through his boxers, thumb circling the tip - your mouth watered. “you’re so hard, kookie.”

jungkook groaned, one tattooed hand - the one with your initials on his knuckles - coming down to grab your hair as his hips buckled. “god…” his voice was low and quiet, you hadn’t even begun to blow him and he was already close to cumming.

after stroking his length some more, you finally pulled his boxers down - his massive cock springing out towards your face. it was so hard and thick - you’d missed the sight of it so much that it nearly brought you to tears, your wetness starting to drip onto the floor beneath you.

you licked your lips then leaned in, pressing a kiss to his tip and licking off the little bead of precum.

your tongue swirled around the tip - wet and slow - then you wrapped a hand around the base and started to stroke gently. jungkook muttered a series of tender curses as you continued to lick and tease his needy cock.

you pulled back and admired your work for a second - your saliva coated him all over now - his cock glistened in the low light. then you finally started to take him deeper, mouth stretching to accommodate his size, his breath hitched as your tongue serenaded his cock.

the feeling of his warm, salty, wet length on your tongue felt so heavenly, heat pooling low in your belly. jungkook’s delicate fingers tightened in your hair as you took him fully inch by inch, bobbing your head up and down just how he liked it. “fuckkk…baby, I love you so much.” his eyes were hazy as he watched you - tired but full of love. “you’re so beautiful like this, light of my fucking life…”

another deep moan escaped his lips, motivating you to take him further. your nose brushed his pelvis, tears beginning to pricking at your waterline from his thick length against your throat - but your motions didn’t waver. saliva started to form at the corners of your mouth, progressively dripping down your chin. you just hummed, one hand coming up to stroke the base of his balls with your thumb.

jungkook’s hips began to thrust - gentle at first. when you started to moan loudly, some tears falling down your cheeks, his thrusts got bolder - your eyes were so soft, so watery all because of him. jungkook’s eyes never left your face, he always loved to watch your mouth get fucked by him. “come on, princess….you’re so good, you can take it…” his voice was hoarse, and airy - strained by your mouth.

it was evident jungkook was starting to lose control - his thrusts got meaner and faster, the lewd sounds of you taking his cock making him even more eager. the bedroom was full of quiet gagging and slurping sounds from your lips, spit was dripping to the floor now - along with your wetness. you sucked him off with complete love and care, smiling when his thighs began to tremble.

jungkook’s thrusts continued to get even rougher - his cock now practically buried down your throat. his moans began to get relentless and needier - as did your own - you were so turned on that you were grinding onto the floor subconsciously, whining and whimpering into it. his free hand came to wipe a tear falling down your flushed cheeks, whilst the other tightened in your hair, guiding your head up and down faster. jungkook’s breathing was erratic as he desperately tried to hold on and murmured to you. “gonna cum, pretty….gonna fucking fill you. you gonna swallow it all up, yeah?”

you hummed and nodded eagerly, and jungkook moaned your name deeply as he finally let go - white, hot ropes of cum beginning to shoot down your throat. “y/n…you’re such a good girl for me…yes..” he whispered breathlessly as you swallowed it all up greedily, not daring to waste any. your own orgasm came crashing down on you - eyes tightly squeezing shut - moaning and whimpering against your husband’s cock as you continued to grind and leak shamelessly all over the floor.

you kept your mouth around him the whole time, taking every last drop until he was trembling and starting to get hard again. jungkook had let go of your hair, now stroking gently. you released him with a soft pop, your lips glistening and glossy - chin still dripping his release.

jungkook hadn’t even realised you had cum too - too overwhelmed by pleasure. his eyes darkened again as he took in your face and the floor beneath you. “get on this bed now.” his voice was low and commanding, still hoarse from before - it was the sexiest thing you’d ever heard. he didn’t have to tell you twice, anticipation brewed in your lower stomach again as you quickly got up off the floor (as fast as a pregnant woman could), and got on the bed.

jungkook’s strong hands immediately found your forearms to steady you, you were still completely bare apart from that lacy bra and the evidence of your earlier orgasm still dripping down your legs. he shook his head and tutted whilst rubbing your belly, you gave him a confused look “hm?” - then his hand drifted down to your pussy, spreading your folds and dragging his ring finger over your swollen clit. “baby, you had to fuck the floor because of me - we gotta fix that.” his tone was apologetic yet teasing, and you couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped you.

jungkook smiled, gently rubbing your clit now - you were already so wet again (thanks to pregnancy), it was all he ever wanted to see and feel. he crashed his mouth onto yours again, gently sucking on your bottom lip, then he pushed his tongue into your mouth. he could taste himself on your tongue, but jungkook didn’t mind - if anything, it turned him on more. you had blowed him so fucking good he was sure his dick was going to snap in half.

you whimpered again when jungkook pulled away, his hand still working between your legs. you wanted him so badly - right now, completely inside of you.

your hands came up to his chest- still covered by that useless shirt - and lightly pushed him back against the headboard, he raised a brow. “want to ride you, kookie…” you sounded like an angel, grinding your hips against his.

jungkook’s breath hitched, he didn’t want to wait anymore either.

much to your delight, his shirt came off in seconds, revealing those delicious muscles. your hands immediately latched onto his biceps, just squeezing and feeling them. jungkook was so fucking big now compared to a couple of months ago, and you loved it. he had been going to the gym for some time, forever going on about how he wanted to be fit and healthy for you and the baby, but holy fuck - this was on another level.

jungkook let you explore for a minute, just sitting there quietly rubbing your inner whilst you basically drooled over his body - until he started getting impatient.

his hands moved up to your hips and lifted you onto his lap, looking straight into your eyes. then he leaned down to kiss the sensitive spot under your ear, nuzzling the tip of his nose against it. “thought you said you something about riding me, hm?” he whispered. you bit your lip, heat pooling low in your stomach.

a whimper escaped you as you nodded at his words. jungkook just hummed, rubbing the tip of his cock against your drenched folds - smearing your arousal all over it. you moaned instantly, your head dropping against his shoulder. jungkook pulled you closer so that your bump could rest comfortably in between you two, then he began to push the tip in.

low curses escaped you both as his thick cock started to stretch your walls - warmth filling you quickly. jungkook buried his head in your neck as you fully sat down on his length, pressing soft kisses everywhere he could. he let you get comfortable first, then started to slowly thrust his hips upwards. “oh…” you murmured at his slow motions, hands gripping his biceps again.

you started to move up and down - jungkook was not ready for that. “fuck, baby-“ his hands flew back to your hips, helping you move yourself up and down.

the pace was still slow, just how you two liked it - not short and sweet, but long and loving. jungkook’s lips kissed down your neck, collarbone, to the column between your tits. one of his hands started to massage one gently through your bra. he was so mesmerised - pregnancy had changed your body significantly, and jungkook wouldn’t have it any other way. you looked so full now, full with his baby, full of love - he wanted you pregnant always.

“so pretty for me, baby…” he murmured as his hands continued to play with your tits. his breath hitched when you reached back and unclasped the bra, tits spilling free.

you started getting bolder, quickening your pace, using him to fuck yourself. jungkook didn’t mind at all - he wanted you to take all the pleasure you could get. the image of you bouncing on his cock was always his favourite.

“ah! yes!” you moaned as his cock went deeper, hitting that sweet spot inside you again and again. jungkook’s mouth then closed over your nipple, licking and biting gently. you whimpered at his actions, nails digging into his back as he started to move his hips faster up to yours.

jungkook kept sucking on your nipple, and that’s when he felt it - a warm, sweet liquid - your milk. he let out a low, loud moan as it continued to come out, it turned him on so much. your milk tasted so fucking good, jungkook lapped it all up without missing a drop - he was almost jealous of your unborn baby for getting this milk.

jungkook could tell you were reaching your peak now - your back was arched, your nails were scratching and digging into his back, and the sounds coming out of your mouth as you bounced up and down on his cock were nothing but obscene - he couldn’t torture you any longer, his own release was building in his lower stomach.

“I know, beautiful, I know.” he murmured, groaning as your lips met again. his hand travelled back down, finding your clit and beginning to rub firm circles over it. “let me help you. let go, baby..” you moaned into his mouth at his words “yes! jungkook!” and finally let go, your cum and squirt coating his cock all over.

jungkook came with a guttural moan as soon as your walls clenched around him. your name left his lips continuously as he continued to thrust into you - fucking you gently through your high - until they began to get sloppy. “good girl.” he praised when you were finished.

he stayed buried inside you for a bit, head resting against your shoulder until he pulled back and pressed a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. jungkook then brushed some hair out of your face and moved so that you two were lying side by side, still not pulling out.

he adjusted the covers over you then pulled you closer - one arm draped over your waist and bump whilst the other gently stroked your hair. jungkook could tell you were exhausted by now, your quietness the main hint. he murmured an ‘I love you’ to both you and the baby before adjusting the pillows again. you hummed, only registering the press of warm lips against your forehead before dreams finally pulled you under.

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five days weren’t supposed to feel this long.

jungkook had reluctantly left on sunday morning for a business trip overseas, it was now friday evening. he had been travelling since early morning, having taken a series of trains, buses, and flights just to get to the airport which was still a two hour taxi ride away from your shared apartment.

he was exhausted, slightly hangry, and terribly missing you - his heavily pregnant wife, his y/n, the one and only love of his life.

you were just about eight months now, always hungry and waddling everywhere, your due date fast approaching. jungkook had been very hesitant to leave, refusing the offer at first. but then you assured him that you could call your best friend - jina, who lived 5 minutes away - if anything happened, and that this trip could lead to a potential promotion for him, which would benefit you both greatly given the baby on the way.

even though jungkook knew you’d be fine for a couple of days with help nearby, he still didn’t want to leave at all - he missed whispering to your belly at night, missed kissing and stroking your hair until you fell asleep, missed being able to slip it in gently from behind when you got needy during the night - which was nearly every night.

a little pathetic for a 5 day absence, yes. but this was jungkook - you’d been married for 3 years, dated for 5, and his obsession with you only grew stronger with each passing day.

your pregnancy wasn’t planned, but it wasn’t a surprise, either. you weren’t on any birth control and hated when jungkook wore condoms, so it was only a matter of time. a baby now wasn’t an inconvenience, you worked remotely and jungkook’s job was steady. he couldn’t wait to become a father, to grow your family and watch either a mini you or him run around the apartment.

throughout your pregnancy, jungkook had literally stopped letting you do anything tiring - especially when your belly started growing bigger. he was constantly by your side, usually one hand on your belly and the other stroking your hair. he cleaned the whole apartment regularly, made sure you took at least two naps a day, and tended to every pregnant need you had, no matter how silly it was.

jungkook always agreed to doing whatever you wanted, even before you got pregnant. you were his main priority, and he wanted to make you feel happy and loved all the time. so when he’d come home from work to find you sprawled on the couch balancing a box of pizza on your bump whilst watching tv? he just took out a spoon and your favourite ice cream from the freezer, sat beside you, and fed you the ice cream with one hand while the other rubbed your swollen feet.

he was never overbearing, just wanted to ensure you and the baby were completely comfortable and calm - even if doing so meant watching you eat junk food all the time and treating you like you were a piece of easily breakable fine china.

you knew he was constantly working hard so you didn’t have to. he’d assembled almost everything in the nursery himself or with the help of taehyung - a close friend - during weekends, he’d ask to work from home some days just because you didn’t want to let him go in the mornings. and despite being exhausted, he still intently listened to you ramble on about whatever whilst tenderly rubbing your back each night.

you thought this trip might be helpful for jungkook, might give him a deserved break from you, even though he’d text you every twenty minutes complaining about how he’d rather be home with you.

you wanted to do something special for him tonight. you wanted to fulfill jungkook’s needs, too. being pregnant meant you two went on a lot less dates, you dressed up less, tired most of the time. and whilst jungkook claimed this was definitely not a problem - you just felt like you weren’t really trying for him anymore.

he had called you fifteen minutes ago, asking how you felt and if you had eaten. you lied to him, saying that you were just about to go for a nap, when you were most definitely not.

jungkook had just gotten into the taxi to get home, which meant he’d be back in around an hour, leaving you enough time to get ready for him. he had sounded so exhausted and frustrated over the phone, the poor thing. apparently he’d already eaten, you just hoped it was something light since you’d planned to be his dinner tonight.

you had just finished shaving your body head to toe - difficult with your bump, but not impossible. “sorry, baby.” you had whispered when you accidentally scratched your belly button too hard whilst putting lotion on. you weren’t going to half ass this, you were going to make sure jungkook had one of the best nights of his life.

earlier that day, the new lingerie set you’d ordered arrived - crimson, lacy, and with minimal coverage - jungkook’s favourite. you carefully slipped it on, the lace hugged your curves beautifully, highlighting your bump without feeling too uncomfortable. you also curled your hair and did your makeup, finishing the look by applying some sultry lipstick.

as you adjusted the set in the mirror, your gaze drifted to the clock. perfect, jungkook would be home soon - and you looked hot.

you’d planned to wait for him on the couch, but your impatience started to get the better of you. but who could blame you? you were 8 months pregnant, missing your husband, and your sex drive impeccably high.

around five more minutes had passed, and you soon found yourself reaching into the bottom drawer of your nightstand where you and jungkook kept a series of sex toys - dildos, kegel balls, restraints, whatnot - and took out the baby pink vibrator jungkook had bought you just a couple of weeks ago.

you’d used it continuously during his absence, and you were already so wet at the thought of him finally coming home that sound of the vibrator made you drip even further.

legs spreading, you moved your panties to one side and edged it closer to your aching folds. the cold air made you gasp, and the moment you pressed the vibrator against your clit - you became a moaning mess.

thoughts of your husband filled your mind - him putting together furniture in the nursery all shirtless and sweaty, the way the veins on his arm popped out when he flexed it just because he knew it turned you on. “ah. fuck.” your eyes rolled back as you pressed the vibrator harder against you, that sweet feeling already forming in your lower stomach.

in between your gasps and moans, you faintly heard the front door unlock. finally, jungkook was home - and what a sight he’d walk into. you didn’t turn the vibrator off, didn’t get up, you just waited for him to come and find you - pleasuring yourself to the thought of him.

jungkook was so happy to finally be home, to find you and hold you after what felt like forever. as he closed the door and put his suitcase to one side, he noticed that the lights were off and the living room empty. had you fallen asleep?

“baby?” jungkook called out, voice slightly hoarse from the wind outside - you didn’t respond. he slipped his shoes and jacket off, dropping his keys on the side dish, and started walking to your shared bedroom. if you were asleep, then he wanted nothing but to join you as soon as possible.

as he approached, he could hear soft muffled sounds. what were you doing? the bedroom door wasn’t fully closed, and when jungkook pushed it open, his mouth immediately went dry at the sight before him.

you, legs spread wide and shaking with your vibrator pressed against your core whilst your free hand played with your nipple erotically - luscious tits now spilling out of your sexy lingerie.

your head was tipped back against the headboard, eyes closed and biting your lip as the vibrator circled your dripping clit. “mm…baby, is that you?” your eyes stayed closed. “I missed you so much, kookie - ah..” you gasped as you turned the vibrator to a much stronger, harsher setting, pushing the tip of it inside you now.

jungkook was stunned. he was frozen, eyes wide, just stood there in the doorway watching you - cock already straining his pants - you’d never pulled anything like this before. christ, you looked pornographic right now, and he’d never been more turned on. the sounds of the vibrator pushing in and out of you were actually obscene.

he quickly found his voice again, though it was quiet and slightly shaky. “b-baby, what are you doing?” jungkook inched closer, now stepping fully into the bedroom and closing the door behind him. his gaze landed on your bump, so plump and full with his baby - the fact that you were pregnant made this even hotter.

you giggled, your eyes opening slightly to look at him. fuck - he looked so good - a mixture of confused, exhausted, and aroused - standing there in a white button up and black slacks, hair slightly messy. “i couldn’t wait anymore…had to take care of myself without you…” your breathing was starting to become laboured, it was clear you were nearing your release.

jungkook’s eyes darkened immediately, desire replacing the confusion. he couldn’t take it anymore, he wanted to throw that vibrator across the room and pleasure you himself. he quickly lowered one knee onto the bed and dove in, taking the vibrator from your grasp and tossing it somewhere behind him, then quickly sliding your drenched panties off.

his mouth closed over your clit immediately, licking and sucking enthusiastically. “yes…fuck..” your hands tangled in his hair, pushing him further into you whilst you wrapped your legs around his head, effectively trapping him in between your legs so you could grind against him easier. jungkook loved it when you did that, especially when you were so wet like this - you tasted so sweet, he wanted to be buried in your pussy forever - even if it suffocated him.

his hands dug into your thighs - not hard enough to hurt - and pushed his skilled tongue inside you, quickening his pace just to hear you moan louder. “there…kookie, yes..!” his nose pressing against your clit sent you over the edge - eyes rolling to the back of your head as you began to see stars. “yes! oh!” you yelled. jungkook smiled against your pussy, his pace never wavering as his tongue lapped up all of your juices. he kept swirling his tongue and licking until your legs stopped shaking, loosening around his head.

jungkook pressed a sweet kiss to your clit before coming back up to look at you. his eyes finally met yours - your light hazel eyes glistened with contentment - his favourite sight ever. jungkook’s lips quickly found yours, the kiss was heated and your tongues immediately intertwined - now reunited after days apart. you could taste yourself on him, and you loved it.

your hands cradled his face as your lips continued moving, then jungkook reluctantly pulled back for some air, resting his forehead against yours. “i missed you so fucking much.” he murmured as his hands gently rubbed your belly - right where the baby had been kicking more lately. “baby ok?”

you nodded, still a little out of breath, your hands now at the nape of his neck - caressing his soft skin. “never better.” jungkook smiled and pressed one last kiss to the corner of your mouth, before looking down at your body, his finger hooking into the strap of your bra as he raised a brow. “new?”

you giggled and licked your lips. “yes. wanted to surprise you.”

jungkook hummed. “red. good choice.” he murmured before burying his face between your velvety tits - his hand started travelling back down, slipping between your folds which were already wet again - but your hand stopped him, wrapping around his wrist and pushing it away.

you shook your head and sat up, one hand on your belly as you got off the bed. “no more. I want to make you feel good.” you stated as you carefully kneeled on the floor in front of him and patted the mattress for him to sit on.

but jungkook frowned - cock still painfully hard. “baby, I can’t have you kneeling on the floor at 8 months pregnant.”

you rolled your eyes and patted the mattress again. “jungkook.” you licked your lightly swollen lips, and jungkook was halfway to going insane again, then you asked sweetly. “I want to suck your cock - please?”

yeah, jungkook was a goner. he couldn’t possibly say no to you when you sounded so fucking pretty and sinful. he did want to shove his cock so hard down your throat until you cried - the fact that you were pregnant and sensitive was the only thing stopping him. well, not anymore. you were being a brat tonight, and he had no choice but to put up with it.

“alright - fuck.” jungkook swiftly repositioned himself on the mattress so that your head was now between his legs. you started to massage his thighs through his pants, he undid his belt whilst you did that, tossing at across the room as you started to pull his pants down. once they were off, jungkook leaned back on his forearms and sighed, cherishing the feeling of you touching him after such an exhausting fucking day.

you started palming his huge cock through his boxers, thumb circling the tip - your mouth watered. “you’re so hard, kookie.”

jungkook groaned, one tattooed hand - the one with your initials on his knuckles - coming down to grab your hair as his hips buckled. “god…” his voice was low and quiet, you hadn’t even begun to blow him and he was already close to cumming.

after stroking his length some more, you finally pulled his boxers down - his massive cock springing out towards your face. it was so hard and thick - you’d missed the sight of it so much that it nearly brought you to tears, your wetness starting to drip onto the floor beneath you.

you licked your lips then leaned in, pressing a kiss to his tip and licking off the little bead of precum.

your tongue swirled around the tip - wet and slow - then you wrapped a hand around the base and started to stroke gently. jungkook muttered a series of tender curses as you continued to lick and tease his needy cock.

you pulled back and admired your work for a second - your saliva coated him all over now - his cock glistened in the low light. then you finally started to take him deeper, mouth stretching to accommodate his size, his breath hitched as your tongue serenaded his cock.

the feeling of his warm, salty, wet length on your tongue felt so heavenly, heat pooling low in your belly. jungkook’s delicate fingers tightened in your hair as you took him fully inch by inch, bobbing your head up and down just how he liked it. “fuckkk…baby, I love you so much.” his eyes were hazy as he watched you - tired but full of love. “you’re so beautiful like this, light of my fucking life…”

another deep moan escaped his lips, motivating you to take him further. your nose brushed his pelvis, tears beginning to pricking at your waterline from his thick length against your throat - but your motions didn’t waver. saliva started to form at the corners of your mouth, progressively dripping down your chin. you just hummed, one hand coming up to stroke the base of his balls with your thumb.

jungkook’s hips began to thrust - gentle at first. when you started to moan loudly, some tears falling down your cheeks, his thrusts got bolder - your eyes were so soft, so watery all because of him. jungkook’s eyes never left your face, he always loved to watch your mouth get fucked by him. “come on, princess….you’re so good, you can take it…” his voice was hoarse, and airy - strained by your mouth.

it was evident jungkook was starting to lose control - his thrusts got meaner and faster, the lewd sounds of you taking his cock making him even more eager. the bedroom was full of quiet gagging and slurping sounds from your lips, spit was dripping to the floor now - along with your wetness. you sucked him off with complete love and care, smiling when his thighs began to tremble.

jungkook’s thrusts continued to get even rougher - his cock now practically buried down your throat. his moans began to get relentless and needier - as did your own - you were so turned on that you were grinding onto the floor subconsciously, whining and whimpering into it. his free hand came to wipe a tear falling down your flushed cheeks, whilst the other tightened in your hair, guiding your head up and down faster. jungkook’s breathing was erratic as he desperately tried to hold on and murmured to you. “gonna cum, pretty….gonna fucking fill you. you gonna swallow it all up, yeah?”

you hummed and nodded eagerly, and jungkook moaned your name deeply as he finally let go - white, hot ropes of cum beginning to shoot down your throat. “y/n…you’re such a good girl for me…yes..” he whispered breathlessly as you swallowed it all up greedily, not daring to waste any. your own orgasm came crashing down on you - eyes tightly squeezing shut - moaning and whimpering against your husband’s cock as you continued to grind and leak shamelessly all over the floor.

you kept your mouth around him the whole time, taking every last drop until he was trembling and starting to get hard again. jungkook had let go of your hair, now stroking gently. you released him with a soft pop, your lips glistening and glossy - chin still dripping his release.

jungkook hadn’t even realised you had cum too - too overwhelmed by pleasure. his eyes darkened again as he took in your face and the floor beneath you. “get on this bed now.” his voice was low and commanding, still hoarse from before - it was the sexiest thing you’d ever heard. he didn’t have to tell you twice, anticipation brewed in your lower stomach again as you quickly got up off the floor (as fast as a pregnant woman could), and got on the bed.

jungkook’s strong hands immediately found your forearms to steady you, you were still completely bare apart from that lacy bra and the evidence of your earlier orgasm still dripping down your legs. he shook his head and tutted whilst rubbing your belly, you gave him a confused look “hm?” - then his hand drifted down to your pussy, spreading your folds and dragging his ring finger over your swollen clit. “baby, you had to fuck the floor because of me - we gotta fix that.” his tone was apologetic yet teasing, and you couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped you.

jungkook smiled, gently rubbing your clit now - you were already so wet again (thanks to pregnancy), it was all he ever wanted to see and feel. he crashed his mouth onto yours again, gently sucking on your bottom lip, then he pushed his tongue into your mouth. he could taste himself on your tongue, but jungkook didn’t mind - if anything, it turned him on more. you had blowed him so fucking good he was sure his dick was going to snap in half.

you whimpered again when jungkook pulled away, his hand still working between your legs. you wanted him so badly - right now, completely inside of you.

your hands came up to his chest- still covered by that useless shirt - and lightly pushed him back against the headboard, he raised a brow. “want to ride you, kookie…” you sounded like an angel, grinding your hips against his.

jungkook’s breath hitched, he didn’t want to wait anymore either.

much to your delight, his shirt came off in seconds, revealing those delicious muscles. your hands immediately latched onto his biceps, just squeezing and feeling them. jungkook was so fucking big now compared to a couple of months ago, and you loved it. he had been going to the gym for some time, forever going on about how he wanted to be fit and healthy for you and the baby, but holy fuck - this was on another level.

jungkook let you explore for a minute, just sitting there quietly rubbing your inner whilst you basically drooled over his body - until he started getting impatient.

his hands moved up to your hips and lifted you onto his lap, looking straight into your eyes. then he leaned down to kiss the sensitive spot under your ear, nuzzling the tip of his nose against it. “thought you said you something about riding me, hm?” he whispered. you bit your lip, heat pooling low in your stomach.

a whimper escaped you as you nodded at his words. jungkook just hummed, rubbing the tip of his cock against your drenched folds - smearing your arousal all over it. you moaned instantly, your head dropping against his shoulder. jungkook pulled you closer so that your bump could rest comfortably in between you two, then he began to push the tip in.

low curses escaped you both as his thick cock started to stretch your walls - warmth filling you quickly. jungkook buried his head in your neck as you fully sat down on his length, pressing soft kisses everywhere he could. he let you get comfortable first, then started to slowly thrust his hips upwards. “oh…” you murmured at his slow motions, hands gripping his biceps again.

you started to move up and down - jungkook was not ready for that. “fuck, baby-“ his hands flew back to your hips, helping you move yourself up and down.

the pace was still slow, just how you two liked it - not short and sweet, but long and loving. jungkook’s lips kissed down your neck, collarbone, to the column between your tits. one of his hands started to massage one gently through your bra. he was so mesmerised - pregnancy had changed your body significantly, and jungkook wouldn’t have it any other way. you looked so full now, full with his baby, full of love - he wanted you pregnant always.

“so pretty for me, baby…” he murmured as his hands continued to play with your tits. his breath hitched when you reached back and unclasped the bra, tits spilling free.

you started getting bolder, quickening your pace, using him to fuck yourself. jungkook didn’t mind at all - he wanted you to take all the pleasure you could get. the image of you bouncing on his cock was always his favourite.

“ah! yes!” you moaned as his cock went deeper, hitting that sweet spot inside you again and again. jungkook’s mouth then closed over your nipple, licking and biting gently. you whimpered at his actions, nails digging into his back as he started to move his hips faster up to yours.

jungkook kept sucking on your nipple, and that’s when he felt it - a warm, sweet liquid - your milk. he let out a low, loud moan as it continued to come out, it turned him on so much. your milk tasted so fucking good, jungkook lapped it all up without missing a drop - he was almost jealous of your unborn baby for getting this milk.

jungkook could tell you were reaching your peak now - your back was arched, your nails were scratching and digging into his back, and the sounds coming out of your mouth as you bounced up and down on his cock were nothing but obscene - he couldn’t torture you any longer, his own release was building in his lower stomach.

“I know, beautiful, I know.” he murmured, groaning as your lips met again. his hand travelled back down, finding your clit and beginning to rub firm circles over it. “let me help you. let go, baby..” you moaned into his mouth at his words “yes! jungkook!” and finally let go, your cum and squirt coating his cock all over.

jungkook came with a guttural moan as soon as your walls clenched around him. your name left his lips continuously as he continued to thrust into you - fucking you gently through your high - until they began to get sloppy. “good girl.” he praised when you were finished.

he stayed buried inside you for a bit, head resting against your shoulder until he pulled back and pressed a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. jungkook then brushed some hair out of your face and moved so that you two were lying side by side, still not pulling out.

he adjusted the covers over you then pulled you closer - one arm draped over your waist and bump whilst the other gently stroked your hair. jungkook could tell you were exhausted by now, your quietness the main hint. he murmured an ‘I love you’ to both you and the baby before adjusting the pillows again. you hummed, only registering the press of warm lips against your forehead before dreams finally pulled you under.

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“wait for me baby, don't go anywhere.”

that was what your boyfriend jungkook had rasped two hours ago after kissing you breathless enough to leave your legs shaky and then he ran back onstage.

you stood just off the main stage, your heart pounding in your chest, feeling the sexual desire wafting between you both even though he was away giving all his energy and power to singing and dancing with his members.

but you only got the version of him no one else got or knew about, the one who glanced toward you between songs, eyes locking on yours with a hunger that had nothing to do with the performance.

it was as if he were giving his own personal sultry show to you instead of thousands of fans screaming his name.

you watched a droplet of sweat trace a line down the middle of his chest almost pornographically, like it begged for your tongue to lick it right off and you wanted to so badly.

now during the short break after one of their songs, jungkook jogged offstage for a quick towel and water, his denim jacket with nothing underneath parted to show off his sweat slick muscular body, his jeans low enough to show off the tiny hint of his calvin klein underwear.

he tossed the towel aside and made a beeline straight for you, ignoring the staff calling after him.

“fuck i've been thinking about you the whole time.”

his voice was husky from singing, a little breathless as well, he grabbed your wrist impatiently before you could even reply and pulled you deeper into the backstage down the corridor for more privacy.

“i can't focus when i know you're right there watching me.”

“jungkook the performance and the fans—”

you started but your protest melted into a gasp as he pushed you against the wall directly out of sight.

“they can handle the next song. i need you now.” he grumbles.

his eyes were dark, pupils blown wide with lust and with pent up energy that he wants to take out on you.

he spun you around without waiting, pressing your chest against the wall, his front molding to your back as you felt the hard line of his erection already straining against his jeans.

“it's been hard since i saw this tight little ass in those jeans.”

“kook...”

you whimpered at his words, your back already arching for him, your eyes growing half lidded.

“god i love it when you call me that.” he rushes out.

his hands moved fast before you could even catch a breath, yanking your jeans and your panties down your thigh in one rough tug.

you could hear the cheers of the crowd and the beat of the music still playing, everything made you both feel alive and the thrill that you both might get caught at any second, yet instead of stopping you it made you hornier, your pussy giving a twitch.

“shitt you're already wet.”

jungkook groaned low, one hand sliding between your legs to tease your folds, feeling the copious amounts of arousal you leaked.

his fingers were so skilled, always knowing how to find your clit like an expert and it makes you shudder each time as he circles your clit once twice before dipping inside just enough to make your knees buckle but not fully inside, just giving you a little taste of what's about to come.

“all this for me hmm? while i was out there dancing?”

you bit your lip hard, nodding frantically.

“yes kook p-please...” you panted.

he chuckled as he grabbed your hips, leaning down to nip at your earlobe.

“atta girl, keep quiet for me yeah? can't have them hearing how i fuck my baby backstage.”

he pulled the zipper down, freeing himself, his cock hard and throbbing hotly, precum already beading at the tip.

he rubbed it along your slit coating himself in your essence, letting out a string of curses at the warm feeling of you.

there was no time for foreplay and time was running by fast and he had to join everyone on the stage so he didn't wanna waste any time.

jungkook was big, always had been and each time he decided to impale you on his cock, it felt like the very first time even though the stretch had gotten familiar.

“ahh... yes…”

you let out a long relieved whine at the feeling of him coming home inside you as he pushed in slowly inch by inch, intentionally letting you feel every ridge and vein of his dick and how he twitches inside you.

“fuuuuck...”

he hissed through gritted teeth, forehead dropping to your shoulder as he felt your pussy clench on him, welcoming him inside with a wet hungry swallow like it'd been dying for him to be inside.

his one hand gripped your hip hard enough to bruise, the other hand on the wall above your head.

“so tight, always so fucking perfect for me.”

he growls and grunts like a madman and you respond with a moan of yours.

he bottomed out with a deep,manly noise and he watched with hooded eyes at the way your ass quivers.

the fullness was overwhelming, his cock buried deep and pressing against that spot inside you that made you see stars behind your eyelids.

for a second he just stayed there, breathing hard, both of you listening to the crowd outside, then he started moving and you were already a squirmy mess.

backshots or whatever they called it.

receiving that from him always turns your brain to mush and it felt like he was literally rearranging your insides.

hard, quick, yet rough thrusts that only happened when he was trying to make you cum fast and with each thrust from him, you rocked harder against the wall, your hand scrambling to grab onto something and not being able to help yourself, you gripped his hand tightly, your nails digging into it and the pain fueled him even more.

the angle was perfect and with every thrust he reached that special spot inside you.

his hips moved like a needle does on a sewing machine, your tongue lolls out lewdly, almost drooling in the mindless pleasure.

squelch. squelch. squelch.

obscene noises were made each time he pumped in and out and in and out, his heavy balls slapping against your clit, sending jolts through you.

each thrust made your breasts bounce under your top, nubs hard and aching against the fabric.

“listen to that!” he snarls.

“hear how wet you are? taking my cock so willingly while everyone out there thinks i'm just taking a break.”

you sobbed, trying to muffle it against your arm though it didn't do much help anyways.

“kook… faster p-please, i need—”

he didn't let you finish your words because he obliged instantly, picking up the pace, his hips slamming inside you.

the same control he used on stage now driving you into insanity.

sweat dripped from his hair and onto your back, his free hand snaked around you to rub your clit in a tight fast rubs, matching the brutal rhythm of his cock.

your lips remained perpetually parted, letting out little “uh uh uhs” with each of his thrusts, not having any control to hold yourself up, your body was held like a ragdoll with one of his arms alone.

“yeah uh huh? you like this?”

he asks, mockingly imitating one of your noises with a breathless chuckle.

“oh god..”

you mewled, not even processing his words enough to reply to him.

“answer me when i ask a question. tell me, do you like getting pounded like a secret slut while i'm supposed to be performing?”

he lets out an animalistic sound, his palm coming down to give a sharp spank on your butt cheek, most definitely leaving a red handprint there.

“nhnnmm ahh y-yes so good. i want more. i want more pleaseee.”

you choked out letting out quiet squeals, unable to keep up with his fucking while he poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue, his head falling back, adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.

“of course you want more, this pussy never gets enough does it huh? so greedy.”

he gives you a few more hard thrusts, his hips circling occasionally doing that grinding rhythm that makes your toes curl while you start fluttering hard around him as if trying to just trap him inside you forever.

“dammit you feel so good, g-gonna cum so hard inside you baby.”

he stutters, his brows furrowing.

the pressure was starting to build fast so fast, from the way he dominated you, from his words, the rush of adrenaline and everything else... it was too much yet so amazing at the same time.

you wanted more, more and more.

your head thrashed side to side as you felt like he'd just hit deep inside your stomach, your hand scratching red lines on his tattooed wrist.

“yes—yes—yes—”

you yelped, trembling uncontrollably as you felt so near to your orgasm.

“that's it cum on my cock, let me feel you.”

he starts pounding you, angling your hips, manhandling you so he's able to reach the depths inside you that you didn't even know existed.

his hand quickening on your clit, doing that side to side and up and down motions on your clit, he knows it drives you a little insane.

he knows that you love it when he plays around with that little sensitive button of yours.

when he decides to pinch it between two fingers and holding on while delivering sharp thrusts, did it finally break you.

you came with a loud scream that ended in a wail.

“hahhh!”

your pussy pulses around his pistoning length, milking him, making his pace falter at the heavenly feeling of you cumming around him.

but he soon picked back up, fucking you through it and chasing his own release while making your juices splash everywhere making a mess on the floor beneath you.

his breaths turned ragged, thrusts losing their rhythm as he got closer and closer.

thrust. thrust. thrust.

“gonna fill this cunt up baby ughh!”

he hisses, slapping his palm beside your head as he buried himself to the hilt and came.

“mmmph..”

you let out a pathetic muffled noise as hot spurts of his cum filled you to the brim, leaving so much of the white mess as he ground his hips slowly, murmuring expletives while pressing open mouthed kisses along your shoulder.

for a long moment you both just panted, bodies locked together, both of you throbbing in the same way with heartbeats racing together.

he didn't wanna leave you so soon or lose the feel of this sweet cunt wrapped around him that he was addicted to but time was almost up, he could hear the members getting ready and the staff calling for his name.

with a reluctant groan, he pulled out slowly with a grunt and an “ohh” leaves you from the empty incomplete feeling.

your pussy gaping right in front of his eyes, leaking his cum as if saying without words how much she misses him already, he had to force his eyes away or else he'd probably just cancel everything and throw you over his shoulder and take you back to the hotel.

he pulled you close pushing your panties and jeans up, smoothing over them while you squirmed at the sodden feeling but the way he held you tighter confirmed that this was exactly what he wanted.

“you okay?”

he asked, eyes searching yours with concern and cups your cheek.

you nodded, a wanton moan leaving you as he kissed you deeply, tongue tangling with yours, tasting your cherry chapstick and your natural taste that he knows by heart.

“i love you so much, i will be finishing the show as soon as possible and then i will take you back to the hotel to finish this properly, you get me yeah?”

he patted your clothed butt and you giggled even as your legs still trembled a bit as he leaned down to steal another kiss.

“i love you too, go kill the rest of the performance pretty boy.” you cooed.

he grinned at the praise, cheeks flushing, that bunny toothed smile breaking through the post sex haze which you adored so much.

he adjusted his earpiece and took a few steps forward but he paused and turned to look back at you.

“keep those panties on, i want my cum leaking out of you when i come back to you.”

he winks, wiping sweat from his brows and rushing back toward the stage as if nothing had happened and he hadn't just said the filthiest thing ever.

you leaned against the wall with a giddy laugh, catching your breath, feeling his cum slowly start to sweep into your panties.

you watched him rejoin his members and dance like he hadn't just ruined you backstage.

your beautiful man is glowing even more now.

but one thing he didn't forget to do every now and then was look back at you with that secret smirk.

the world wanted him, yet you had him all to yourself and you never felt more lucky.

he was yours and you were his, it was a forever kinda thing.

you watched his tongue trace his bottom lip while singing and watching you with bedroom eyes.

it was a promise of what was to come.

you knew the night was far from over.

you couldn't wait.

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