JUNGKOOK ☆

18+ mdni

You’re still twitching when he pulls out, cock shiny and heavy, and the second he sees the way your cunt gapes and drips he whines.

“Nooo… don’t close up,” he breathes, voice high and cracked.

He pushes your thighs open harder, almost frantic, and shoves his face back in like he’s been denied for days.

“Gimme—fuck, gimme it. Still so wet, still so fucking open—”

He’s loud about it. Wet, sloppy, desperate sounds. He doesn’t lick clean. He devours. Tongue flat and greedy, dragging through every drop, then shoving deep so his nose is crushed against your clit.

He grunts into you, low and animal, hips twitching against the mattress like he can’t help it.

“Mmmh— ngh— tastes so fucking good, baby… can’t stop—”

You’re already moaning, open-mouthed and shameless, and it only makes him worse.

“Oh my god— Jungkook— fuck— right there, don’t stop, don’t you fucking stop—”

He answers with a broken little sound, almost a sob, and starts fucking his tongue into you properly. Messy. Loud. Spit and slick everywhere.

He’s not neat about it. He’s starving. Every time you clench he groans like it hurts, like the squeeze of your pussy is too good and he needs more of it now.

“Talk to me,” he begs against your cunt, voice wrecked and whiny. “Tell me how it feels. Tell me you like it when I’m like this—”

“I do— ah— fuck, I love it, you sound so desperate, you’re so fucking messy, Jungkook—” Your voice cracks on a moan when he seals his mouth over your clit and sucks. “Yes— yes, just like that, eat it, baby, eat it—”

He does. Messier. Hungrier. Two fingers shove in without warning, curling hard, and he starts finger-fucking you while he tongues your clit, wet sounds so filthy it’s almost embarrassing.

His other hand is gripping your thigh so tight his fingers dig in, holding you open like he’s scared you’ll take it away.

“So good— ngh— so fucking good, can’t think, can’t stop—” He’s panting into you between every lick, every filthy suck.

“Gonna stay here all night. Gonna keep you dripping so I can keep tasting it. My pussy. Mine to ruin. Mine to get drunk on—”

You’re louder now, almost sobbing with it.

“Fuck— Jungkook— I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come on your tongue, don’t stop, please don’t stop—”

He whines at the please, high and needy, and doubles down. Tongue, fingers, lips, all of it. Sloppy. Greedy. Completely gone.

When you finally break, thighs shaking around his head, he doesn’t pull away.

He keeps going through it, moaning into your orgasm like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted, like he needs every pulse of it.

Only when you’re oversensitive and gasping does he finally lift his head.

His mouth is destroyed. Chin shiny. Lips swollen. Eyes glassy and dark.

He looks up at you like he’s high.

“More,” he whispers, already crawling up your body, cock heavy and leaking against your thigh.

18+ MDNI

a/n: first post , WOOOO!

You’d only meant to try the pieces on for a second.

The CKJK bralette sat soft against your skin, the thin straps cutting neat lines over your shoulders, the little embroidered logo resting right between your breasts.

The matching hot shorts hugged low on your hips, the waistband stamped with that same tiny “CKJK”.

“Fuck, baby, You really bought the set just to wear it for me?” he asked, voice low against your neck.

You felt your face heat. “Maybe.”

Jungkook huffed a quiet laugh, thumb stroking slow circles on your hip. “Dangerous move.”

“Why?”

He pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes still dark. “Because now all I can think about is taking it off you again.”

legs spread wide around his hips. Every hard thrust dragged a broken moan out of you as your fingers twisted in the sheets.

Jungkook’s breath was hot against your ear, voice rough and filthy.

“Fuck, listen to you… taking it so deep. You feel that? How hard you make me when you squeeze around me like that?”

He snapped his hips harder, the sound of skin meeting skin loud in the quiet room.

“Look at you gripping the sheets like you can’t handle it. But you can. You take me so fucking well.”

“Mmph…Yes, koo—“

“You put them on knowing exactly what it’d do to me, didn’t you? Looked so fucking good I almost didn’t want to take them off.”

His tattooed hand slid up and closed lightly around your throat, not squeezing hard—just enough pressure to tilt your chin up and hold you there. Jungkook leaned down, still rolling his hips deep into you, and kissed you open-mouthed and messy.

Against your lips he murmured, voice low and rough,

“That’s it… take it. You look so fucking pretty like this, all mine, still tasting like the way you looked in those clothes.”

“Jungkook—fuck, I’m gonna cum… I’m so close, don’t stop—”

He groaned low at the sound of it, hips snapping harder, the pressure of his hand grounding you as he murmured right against your mouth,

“Then cum. Let me feel it.”

Your mouth fell open, eyes glassy, face completely fucked-out as the orgasm ripped through you. A loud, broken moan tore out of your throat while you clenched hard around him, body shaking under his grip.

Jungkook’s hand tightened just a fraction on your neck as he followed right after, burying himself deep with a raw, open-mouthed groan that was just as loud as yours. His hips stuttered as his breath rushed out of him in messy, unrestrained sounds against your lips while he came, holding you through.