It’s too hot for this. Too hot for blankets, too hot for anything other than shorts and a tank, and wayyy too hot for jungkook to be moaning like this, arching his back in the sluttiest way possible. Like a little bow and arrow poised to strike. God your cunt aches at the sight, tummy so warm and fuzzy just from looking at it your almost sick. Such a fucking pretty man.

“Haaahhh” another loud, desperate mewl pours from his open lips. Another of many. One after another, he can’t contain it. Not when you’re plowing him far too good to be humanly possible, launching him face fucking first into an alternate dimension. His hole quivers more, squeezes tighter, squelches louder. Abused and pink; chubbed and puffy from such treatment.

It was mere hours ago you’d been busy cuddling on the porch with your dear little husband, pointing out the different clouds and shapes which weren’t actually there, laughing at each other’s teasing lies and almost snapping the poor legs of your seat from the effort it took to fit on it. Mere hours ago he’d been bursting with laughter, adorable bunny laughter and heart-squeezing smile. It was no wonder you’d swooned for him instantly, and yet now he was, at your mercy, just the way you were, mere hours ago on that balcony.

“mo-mmy. o-oh mommy” with each thrust deeper then the last, you couldn’t help yourself. The muscles from beneath the skin of his shoulders flexed, and stretched. Flexed and stretched. Your foot planted firmly in the bed sheets just to get good momentum, pulling out not even half way before shoving it back in so fast it was practically a blur.

“You like that?” God your voice was utterly despicable. Trembling and breathy, yet low an raspy enough to have Jungkook’s entire body quite literally shaking, choking on a moan just to whine far too loudly for a hotel in agreement. He couldn’t stand it, not any of it, and you wanted it just like that.

“Poor bunny, look at my baby..” his arms had gone weak beneath himself at least twenty minutes ago, slender waist and perky, round booty (oh what a perfect booty it was) shaking in the euphoric pleasure that was you. A short, pathetic yet aching whimper clucked from his abused throat. Your hips came to a slow, steady rock and jungkook wanted with everything in himself to refuse, but he couldn’t speak. Could barely fucking move.

The image made you almost melt. Your heart squeezes and he’s pouting, oh so hard just like the greedy little baby bunny he was. He wanted you closer, so he’s just suddenly thought. The absence of sensation has him sinking further into space, mind swirling with each word you spoke, curling in his ears like smoke pouring from a hungry dragons nostrils.

In a way, it was indeed an accurate representation.

The poor little bunny and the big bad dragon.

If the big bad dragon was madly in love with the bunny, and the bunny was greedily mewling and whining for the dragon.

Okay, so, maybe not that accurate.

“I just want to eat. you. up, sweetheart. You’ve done so well all evening” the nails of your fingers rake over his back, long and square, before spreading out onto your palms squeezing at the petite, boney yet strong feeling of his slender waist. You were obsessed with it. Unfairly, bordering on unhealthily, but you couldn’t help it. He was just so delectable in every way.

“Don’t you think mommy owes her pretty, good bunny a treat?” Slowly, without much meaning, your hips continue to rock, nails latching into his abs as you make the effort to lean forward, nipples grazing his back as you do so.

No, it wasn’t necessarily convenient to have your nails done like this when you were fucking your husband every night on vacation in some exclusive island of course only a man like himself could afford. However, making him stretch himself open has been quite the treat. A little something you learned you enjoy quite well.

Jungkook’s pink bowed lips trembled, little mole doing it’s dance as he opened his mouth to speak:

“K-kisses..” his eyes cracked open to beg you, so kindly your entire world almost exploded. As if he’d ever have to ask for kisses. What a perfect bunny. Here, beneath you, shaking and trembling, on the verge of another orgasm from the previous uncountable ones, begging you for a kiss just because he’s so sweet, and loves you so much.

“Oh kookie…” his eyes began to water, a sign that he was just in it deep. You knew a little break was needed, and so you allowed it. Here, strap buried a literal foot in his ass you connected your lips with his own sweet thin pinks ones and began to work your magic.

Your tongues mushed, pushed, and pulled. His lips, though surely sloppier than your own, felt so warm and longing for you, pulling you into his own. He just wanted to suck you deep inside of himself (literally and emotionally) so far that you’d never be able to escape. You’d just stay with him and never leave. You felt like his rock, in this very moment. You are his rock, in this very moment.

You’d run out of breath. 1, 2, 3, inhale and exhale. Jungkook had practically twisted himself backwards just to seek the solace of your lips. And so like magnets you’d drawn together again, forehead first, just resting. Just…feeling. Feeling how close you were to one another. Feeling how deeply connected you were in this very moment.

“Do you wanna keep going?” your tone barely above a whisper. So gentle and earnest, just like Jungkook’s longing for you. He was still leaking profusely, though his dick wasn’t hard from the profuse amount of prostate stimulation, balancing just there at the beginnings of madness.

Jungkook struggled to get the words out, or even think them his brain was so scrambled. Mind and body so high off the more than addictive substance that was you.

He swallowed before his head twitched forward in a nod, “wan’ it so bad mommy..” and just like magic there it was again. That sweet, love drunk little bunny. “Wan’ it o-on my back. Wanna see you…wan’ you to see me..”

Oh, fuck.

His words hit your entire reproductive system like a sudden typhoon. You wanted to. You almost moaned out loud.

“Mommy will give you anything you desire sweet thing” Jungkook whimpered before you went to place a warm, chaste peck to his jawline, warning him before you pulled out.

“Is this okay?” your inquiries were met with hasty nods of confirmation. Pillows had been swapped around and bodies had been shuffled. Jungkook’s poor hips have been propped up onto two secure and ridiculously expensive resort pillows. You’d never known anything could cost so much before Jungkook, especially pillows, but your sweet husband deserved the best. “Okay, I’m gonna push in again, then, my love”

And you did.

This mewl was so much different then the last. The last 5 million, you should say. This mewl was warm and, achy, and heartbreakingly pleasureful in the most beautiful of ways. His back arched knee-jerkingly instant, chest raising high and face contorting in ways porn stars could only ever dream of, eyes rolling back at the ecstasy that rushed him. Toes curling and muscles tensing.

“Good boy” you murmur. Two words that go very far for jungkook, seeing as his eyes are still rolled so far back you were afraid they were stuck. That and the fact his ass quite literally just swallowed at least seven inches in mere seconds. You were so impressed. So proud.

“Fuck kookie that’s so hot. Fucking holy shit kookie. That’s so impressive baby. You’re doing so well” Jungkook’s toes were on the verge of breaking from how hard they were curling. Your praise reached nerve endings he didn’t even know existed in his body, and he could only respond with a deep, throat burning mewl that sounded way too similar to a cry. “Hubby I could cum just watching you take my cock, shit kook” ten inches in, and his head dropped to the side, knees raising and spine tensing with a squeal.

“Oh god” his voice was broken and utterly blissed. Not a single thing was swimming in his head other than just how good his wife’s dick felt buried so deep in side his ass. Hole so full he felt like exploding.

“Baby just a little more” you encourage. You can see it on his blissed out face, that little peak of determination coming through “just a little bit more for mommy, come on darling, only a little bit more” and it wasn’t too late after you’d finished those words he’d managed to maneuver down the rest. Despite just being fucked with this thing, he was still so tense. So worked up. You’d grabbed the lube from its miscellaneous space thrown onto the also painfully expensive sheets, opening the cap with its distinct ‘pop’ just to drizzle more onto his quivering hole.

God, it was just so cute. Everything about your muscle bunny was just too cute. Two fingers reached out from your right hand, held like a peace sign and flipped palm faces toward him to rub the slimy substance onto his skin. Spreading it evenly.

Slowly you began to rock your hips.

“Such a good job..” you murmur, closing the lube and allowing it to fall back into the white oceanic of swirling waves of sheets, your hands reach to grip the back of his knees and begin lifting softly, not even a centimeter further than before, allowing him to adjust “mama’s so impressed bunny. You’re doing so well for me”

This time you pulled out a little further than an inch before pushing back in.

“Oh” his delicate voice crumbled, head twitching.

“There you go” with each thrust you were able to pick up until you were fucking him gently, slowly in and out half way, needy man already squirming beneath you in a pleasure you could only imagine.

He’d expressed to you many times the way you make him feel, when you fuck him like this. How everything you do feels good, just because you’re you. But how fucking him…it gives him a moment to completely let go of himself. To completely fall into his sub space until he can’t even hear or see anymore. Only feel. Completely let go and trust you to keep him safe. How you make him feel so comfortable and loved. It motivates you to fuck him with all you’ve got.

“Is that nice, sweetheart?” you question. You can’t peal your eyes away. Not even for a second. You soak up each micro-expression with as much passion as the last. “Does bunny feel so good?”

Jungkook’s eyes were squeezed impossibly tight, fingers gripping at the sheets just there at his hips so tight his knuckles burned a bright white. “Bunny feel…s’good…!” His whole body jolted, mewling the last word out.

There it was.

Impossible to miss, you’d hit his delicate spot.

“That’s so good baby, mommy’s so proud” Jungkook’s grateful whimper from your compliment made you swoon.

“Fa— aaaa….please mommy faster” god this greedily perfect bunny man that was your husband was gonna be the end of you, his head nuzzled to the side, black hair splayed dark across the pillows like a halo, gotten long recently, pitch black. His tattoos, the colorful ones at least, seemed to glow underneath evening light. You complied easily.

The first snap of your hips has jungkook sobbing, jolting forward on the bed with an airy pout, lip ring sparkling with a sudden catch of light.

The whole room is on fire, and like a disease something catches you instantly, and suddenly you can’t help the urge but to lift Jungkook’s legs higher into an almost parallel squat. Muscled, firm dancer legs feel like stone beneath your fingers at the action, the sluttiest whine bellowing from his chest, eyes crossing just to slide back behind his eyelids once more.

He can feel it, so deep and full it’s almost as if you’d reached his stomach. You’re so deep that each flutter and squeeze of his walls sucks you deeper before panicking and attempting to spit you back out. But he can’t. So fucking deep. The prospect makes his moan, loudly, over and over again as your hips pick up speed.

He feels so lost, so floaty that he can’t find himself. His hands race, from the sheets to his thighs, fingers brushing against the skin of your abdomen. He tries to grab it as if it were your shirt. Reaching for it because even though you were so deep, fucking him three days to Sunday and within an inch of his life, he wants you closer. Wants to feel your body and hear you whisper anything in his ear just to know you’re there. Really there and that this isn’t a dream.

He tries to tell you, tries to communicate how he feels but he can’t speak. It only comes out as a long drawn out sob, and three fingers scratching at the skin of your tummy. He’s so close.

“Almost there, bunny? I can feel your pretty little ass forcing me out. Don’t push me away baby, feel it. Feel how deep mommy’s fucking you baby” Three fast slaps pursue your words before he squeals. You’re words are so dirty, so dirty and if his prostrate wasn’t so fucked he’d be as hard as a fucking redwood tree. He’s leaking everywhere like a broken faucet, tears beginning to collect in his eyes. He’s so close.

His eyes shut hard, extraocular muscles on the verge of snapping as his eyes thrash about behind his lids and pretty black lashes.

“Mama” he manages to cry out, force it from his throat like a piece of apple lodged deep. The tears begin to overflow, spilling from his eyes, and then a hiccup “mama!” He mewls again, almost frenzied.

“I’m here jungkook, oh baby mama’s right here. Let go sweetheart. Cum for mommy, jungkook” the slaps have stopped, one last forceful thrust as your pelvis connects with his ass, grinding into his shaking, fluttering hole and demanding he take all of it like the greedy, good boy he is.

“MAMA” he screams it. Even with the distance between other resort rooms and yours and Jungkook’s penthouse hotel, you’re sure another patron has to have heard him. His body shakes violently, trembling and inebriating his mewls and sobs. The shake at the weight of his vocal chords, chest rumbling and hitting perhaps his highest note to date. A record setter for sure. His nails grip at the top of his own thighs, and you have to flatten his fingers out flat with your palms before he draws blood.

“Just like that, bunny, so sexy. Yes bunny. You’re so sexy” practically moaning the words you assure him, continuing to grind your cock as deep in him as it can reach. He looks euphoric, you can almost feel it as he shakes, hiccuping with one last wail as the last spurts of cum shoot out across his upper chest and tummy. Even a little bit on his chin. His chest heaves, soft moans of exertion squeak from his throat. His fingers flap against your stomach, gesturing for you like a puppy does pets.

“Good job Jungkook, oh bunny you did so so well” your hands caress his waist leaning forward to pepper his sweaty face and jaw in smooches. Just as rewarding as his orgasm.

God, he’s still so high. He feels surrounded by you, utterly and completely as if he’d been swaddled in a blanket of you. It’s so much. So much love whelming him in all the good ways that he can’t help but let a few more tears slip. He’s just so lucky.

Little does he know you feel the exact same way.

“…so blessed to have such a sexy, talented man like you kookie” your hands are cupping his face now, kissing away his tears and peppering him in adoration. “so lucky and I just love you so much jungkook” the words that fall from you even if excessive are true, all true and in a vulnerable moment he deserves to hear every earnest one wholeheartedly.

“mommy…ouch…” he sounds quiet and horse as he speaks, wincing as the strap shifts in him.

“Oh— sorry baby” you chuckle, “I’ll pull out in a second, okay? Do you need a second?” You brush the sweaty raven-colored bangs from his forehead to cool him down. He nods. It’s still hot.

“Okay” and so you sit there in silence, brushing the strands of hair out of his face and tracing each feature. Jungkook watches, too. Entrapped and unmoving at the sight of your eyes darting back and forth over his face. Heart so warm and filled and happy.

And in that moment, you both are thinking the same thing.