I finished reading the webcomic “Never Understand/ Out of Control” around January and It was so good?! It gave me so many feels ah. These are a few doodles from that time that I am just now getting around to posting… Kim Jaerim and Yuri (Comic never revealed Yuri’s last name for some reason) made a good pair…
I think this is the third time I posted this. It keeps on getting deleted for some reason so i’m sorry if it’s popping in and out of your dashboard.
Request: Can you make a young Sirius x reader smut? Like he wants some attention and that’s what he gets
WARNING: sexual themes, rough
Time had passed by quite fast and (Y/n) have been unaware of this. She had been studying for hours upon hours, her mind completely immersed in every lesson and chapter. She was normally not this studious and would rather read other books, preferably something intriguing and not the names of every plant that could heal a doxy’s bite if it weren’t for her N.E.W.T.S.
(Y/n) took a deep breath and was about to flip to the next page when she heard loud voices coming from the doorway.
“Got it from a muggle store! I told them I wanted one of those black dragonskin jackets and no questions asked and voila, they gave it to me!” Sirius bragged loudly to his housemates who were all awed. He straightened his brand new leather jacket and ran his fingers through his hair, making the ladies squeal, but he had one girl in mind.
He approached you from behind the couch where you sat, resting his chin on your shoulder before giving you a quick kiss on the cheek.
“Hello, love. Haven’t seen you all day,” he smiled, “What’re you reading?”
“Healing herbs,” (Y/n) replied.
Sirius immediately picked up the humorless tone in your voice and so he brushed the back of his fingers on your cheek, gently turning your face to meet his eyes.
“But you’ve been studying all the day. I missed you.” He tucked your hair affectionately behind your ear.
“I know, sweetheart. I just need to study for the exams.”
Sirius tilted his head, something that made your heart melt and swell.
“Maybe you should read someplace else, mm? So you could um…concentrate better?” His voice lowered, thick with lust but (Y/n) did not notice.
The common room was now full of other students, loudly chattering, so it was no longer a quiet place to study. Maybe Sirius has a point. Oblivious to his intentions, (Y/n) smiled and nodded.
A different scenery might just help a lot and to be with Sirius would certainly help her study better since he was great in almost every class. She closed her book while Sirius followed her from behind, eyeing her short skirt as she climbs up the stairs to their dormitory.
He closed the door gently, locking it with a spell. (Y/n) sat down on one of the beds and opened her book to where she left off but Sirius had a different idea in mind.
He transformed himself into his animagus form, a large black dog with his neck tie as a red collar, before walking up to the bed where you sat. He sniffed your socks and began to tickle your toes with his nose.
“Sirius! Tsk, no!” You pulled away, tucking your legs to your chest. “I’m not in the mood.”
The dog whined and hopped onto the bed, continuously sniffing you and licking your hands but seeing as you were definitely not giving up easily, he took the book from you and dashed under the bed.
“Sirius! Get back here! I am not playing games!”
This only made him happier so he wagged his tail and ran around the room while you chased him. It went for a few minutes with you casting spells and charms to make him stop but he was quicker. After a few hexes, however, you managed to knock him out. He slowly transformed back into his human form, his back against the wall with your book between his teeth.
You took it from him and he smirked once more, “Still gonna study, love?”
With a shake of your head, you replied to him and gave a sigh, “I believe not. I won’t be able to pay attention anymore.”
“Then have it on me.”
He kissed you deeply and pulled you against his chest, his hands on your waist. You kissed him back with the equal amount of adoration and pure lust, tasting him, feeling him. His tongue began to lick your lips and even felt brave enough to slide inside your mouth, coaxing your tongue to come out and play. You moaned softly against his hardening length before whispering close to his ear.
“Was this your plan all along? To distract me?” You teased, “ Because if it is…”
You wrapped your hand around his neck tie, pulling him close before licking a long stripe from his jaw to the shell of his ear.
“You’ve been a very bad dog.”
Sirius was beyond aroused. His cock stiffened and he could not contain it any longer. He needed attention and you were going to give it to him whether you liked it or not. He did not need anymore teasing. He wanted the main event, the highlight, the damn fucking main dish.
He swiftly removed his jacket and shirt, revealing his toned chest before ripping away your blouse, leaving it as a torn piece of fabric lying on the floor. You immediately jumped and he caught you by the thighs, continuing his hot kisses on your throat. He nipped your skin softly, leaving you moaning and grinding against his hard on.
“Mm, I feel you, love. So sweet.”
He skillfully unhooked your bra and had you pressed against the wall, his mouth now trailing down from your collarbone to the top of your breasts. He began to suck on your skin, marking you as his own, leaving hickeys behind. They would surely stay for days just like last time but at this point, you were sure that everybody knows who they belong to. He gave you a quick peck and moved to your nipples, sucking it into his mouth. He flicked it with his tongue while his other hand groped your other breast, making you moan louder.
“A-Ah, Sirius…T-That feels…good,”
“Come on, sweetheart. Onto the bed,“
He commanded. You headed towards the nearest bed and laid down, sprawled out on the sheets with heaving breaths. Sirius crawled on top of you slowly like a hungry predator approaching its prey, his eyes staring back at you. It sent shivers down your spine to see him so primal and wild but it also excited you as you have never seen him like this before. He hovered above you and tugged your skirt down, removing it completely. His eyes landed on your panties and the wet spot that had now formed on the cloth.
“Is that for me, darling?”
“Mm, love it when you say my name,” He knelt down between your legs and spread them apart. “I would love it more if you screamed it.”
He quickly removed your panties and dove into your womanhood, tasting the juices that trickled down. Your hand automatically went to his hair, grabbing a fistful. His fingers moved to your opening, his thumb pressing into your clit in such a way that made you writhe beneath his merciless tongue and fingers.
“Oh, Sirius! Mm…”
He licked up and down slowly, making sure you enjoy every second he dragged his tongue across your folds. You were already soaking by the time he stuck two of his fingers inside you, you gripping the sheets hard. He kept his pace quick and fast, allowing them to slide in and out of you easily until you were nearing your climax. That’s when he had to stop and kiss your lips to taste you once more.
“Please don’t tease me anymore. I want you so bad.”
You did not need to say it again. Sirius removed his pants and boxers and pumped his thick cock in front of you. You couldn’t help but admire the way he bit his lip as he pleasured himself before slicking your folds with his pre-cum. He gently pushed in, savoring every inch that entered your tight cavern, moaning so quietly until he bottomed out. He pulled all the way and thrusted back once more, creating a slow rhythm that had you wrapping your legs around his waist.
“Ugh, so tight, m’ dear! Feels so fucking good. And it’s all for me.”
He growled. He rested his elbows on the mattress and started increasing his speed. He thrusted hard and fast, driven to feel the need to you make come. You were his princess, his queen, and his goddess and deserved nothing but the best. The bed began to squeak and scratch the floor, no doubt leaving behind marks. He was slamming himself inside you and could not care less of the damage the two of you caused in the room. You were entrapped in this moment of intense pleasure and passion the man you loved.
After a few more minutes, Sirius pulled out and carried you to the top of the bed where you were close to the wall.
“Come on, baby. I want you on your hands and knees,”
You sat up and positioned yourself before him, your arse in front of him.
“So nice for me, love. That’s a good girl.”
He slid back inside you and continued thrusting, his pace quicker than ever. He soon began to hit your g-spot and it was at this moment, you were already moaning and screaming. Your insides were clenching onto him tight as you were pushed near your climax.
“Ahh! S-Sirius! Oh my God,” you screamed, “A-Ah! I’m so close!”
“Oh, love. Yes! Do it for me, baby. Come for me. Doing so well!”
He gave your arse a loud smack before draining thick spurts of his cum inside you while you released as well. It was the best climax you’ve ever had and even though you were not his first, Sirius admitted that no one had ever made him cum that much. He panted heavily as though he ran for miles before pulling out and lying beside you.
“That was…amazing,” He smiled, pulling a blanket and covering the two of you.
“Mm, I enjoyed it.” You replied, giggling. You scooted close to him and rested your head on his chest, your fingers tracing circles on his skin. He yawned wide and kissed your forehead softly.
“I promise you we’ll study tomorrow. No more distractions.”
The two of you soon fell fast asleep, all safe and sound.
“Blimey, Padfoot, you could’ve at least had the decency to clean up. All your clothes are on my bed,” James scolded.
“And my lamp’s broken! Even the drawers are a mess!” Peter complained.
“Trust me, boys, both of you have the least damage,” Remus sighed and wiped his face with his hand frustratedly. “At least you don’t have scratches on your walls and floors.”
“What can I say? We study hard,” Sirius replied with a grin.
Jin was nervous. He didn’t know what you liked when it came to inside of the bedroom, and what you didn’t, so the nerves he felt slowly starting to build up as he stared at you, sitting on the edge of his bed in only black lingerie, was eating him up completely. He couldn’t deny it, he thought you looked absolutely stunning in your attire, but he felt so scared to touch you - what if he messed up? what if he said something extremely awkward?
Knowing that Jin was nervous, you decided to make the first move, stepping up from his bed and walking toward him. He gripped your waist and pulled you into him, smiling down at you.He dipped his head into the side of your neck, where he began to leave small love bites. Jin smirked as small whimpers left your mouth, his hands soon finding their way to your bra and unclasping it.
He pushed you down onto the bed where you removed your panties, clearly becoming too impatient for him.
“You’re too fucking beautiful, I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around me.”
It all happened so fast.
You weren’t planning on riding Yoongi in his studio, but here you were, straddling his hips, your bare chest completely exposed to him. You and Yoongi never got around to ever having sex as normally the both of you were too occupied to even think about it, but Yoongi was extremely stressed today, and the only way you thought you could relieve him from his stress was to ride him as he sat in his chair, staring up at you with wide eyes. You grinded yourself against his clothed member, only earning a grunt of frustration out of him.
“No. Teasing.” Yoongi firmly told you, becoming way too impatient to wait any longer for the feeling of his member buried inside of you. Complying to Yoongi’s commands, you slipped off your panties as Yoongi pulled his boxers down, his erection springing free. You were a little surprised at the size he was, and as it had been a while since you last had sex, you weren’t too sure how much it would hurt. Aligning your entrance with his length, you sunk yourself down onto him slowly, causing Yoongi to throw his head back and let out a sigh. He held your hips as you sat on his cock for a few seconds to get used to him.
“You’re-so-fucking-tight.” Yoongi almost growled.“F-fuck, you feel so good.”
You had always pictured your first time with Namjoon to be extremely romantic, maybe after a fancy meal, or after a night out, but it wasn’t what you expected. You had worn something a little too revealing, and with everytime Namjoon glanced at you, he found himself growing hard. At first, you didn’t notice the erection in his pants, until he walked up behind you, pushing his hard-on into you. He pulled you tightly into him, where he whispered into your ear “can you help me out with something, baby?”
It was so sudden, but you weren’t complaining, turning around to face Namjoon. You nodded shyly, and Namjoon smirked, pushing you up against the wall. He asked again to make sure you were certain, not wanting to force you to do something you weren’t ready for. But to his surprise, it wasn’t long before you were begging for his cock to fill you up.
“Hmm, I love hearing you beg for Oppa’s cock. I wonder how tight you’ll feel wrapped around me.”
You and Hoseok always had movie dates, and they were always harmless - curling up to one another, occasionally exchanging soft kisses, but somehow, Hoseok had ended up positioned between your thighs, thrusting his fingers in between your dripping wet folds. You whined at the feeling as his fingers pumped in and out of you, his long beautiful fingers working at a rapid speed.
“Do you think you’re ready for my cock?” He asked, removing his fingers from your entrance. You nodded, mumbling out a soft “yes.” He grinned at you in response, gripping onto your thighs, as he began to ease his length into you. Hoseok leaned himself down, burying his head into your neck as he let out deep grunts at the feeling of you around him.
“S-So fucking good, (Y/n). You feel so fucking good.”
You were sprawled against the bed, completely naked, staring up hopelessly into Taehyung’s eyes, almost trying to signal to him through your expression how desperate you were for him. You and Taehyung weren’t very nervous about your first time together, as you had both shared your kinks to one another before hand, so you both knew what you both did and didn’t like.
Taehyung deeply chuckled, admiring how needy and ready you looked all for him. He wanted to tease you, but this was both of yours first time together, so he wanted to give you what you wanted before putting his pleasure first before yours.
Taehyung pushed his member in between your folds, letting his eyes flutter shut at the pleasure he felt. “S–Shit.. You’re so warm and tight for me.”
After a stressful day at work, you were not expecting Jimin to be holding you against a wall, letting his warm tongue delve into your mouth, kissing you with all his might. Jimin slowly crept his hand underneath your shirt, and too his surprise, he found you without a bra. He smirked against your lips as he fondled with your breasts, your arousal already starting to grow. You wondered how far you both would take it, and you were hoping Jimin wasn’t going to leave you a needy, whiny mess, but Jimin was willing to take it however far you wanted to go. Asking before hand if you wanted to go further, to which you had said yes, he slid his hand up your skirt, removing your panties which were wet from your arousal.
Jimin pushed a finger inside of you as you hoisted your leg up, and hooked it around his waist. You gripped onto his shoulders for your balance, letting yourself indulge in the pleasure you were feeling.
“So tight around my fingers.. I wonder how tight you’ll feel wrapped around my cock.”
Jungkook was always busy - always occupied with work, meaning he never really had much time with you. Of course, with every opportunity he had which gave him some spare time, he’d always spend the time with you, however it was extremely rare for him to have any given time on his hands.
It had been a couple of months since you had last seen Jungkook, as he was on tour, and he was arriving home shortly. You were excited - more than ever - to see him, especially as you had planned a secret surprise for him. The only thing you were wearing was red lingerie, which was his favourite colour on you, and you were extremely nervous to see his reaction.
Not long later, Jungkook arrived home, his mouth fallen agape, as he stared upon you, taking in every inch of your exposed skin. At first, Jungkook was a little nervous, as you had never made a bold move like this, but soon, the feeling faded, and he had you laid out across the bed for him, where he could see your beauty in better view.
“You’re so fucking stunning, you know that, kitten?”
Kitten. Jungkook always called you by that pet name, and you had always seen it as an innocent name, but the way he said it, his voice deep and hoarse, made you almost shiver.
With quick moments, his clothes were sprawled across the floor, and he pushed your panties aside, sliding his length in between your slick folds. A throaty groan ripped from his throat, and it was almost like a sound as if he had been longing for this feeling for a while.
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“Hello, love,” Jin says, coming up behind you to hug you. You’re not having it today though, not after what he did yesterday.
Your back stiffens and you give a small huff. Jin chuckles slightly and you feel your blood run hot once more.
“Still mad, I see,” he says smoothly, and you elect not to answer. You subconsciously push your nose a little higher in the air in defiance. Not that it matters - Jin is still towers over you.
He leans down to place slow wet kisses along the length of your neck, your resolve starting to crumble slightly under the tantalizing kisses, but you know that there’s no way he’ll change his mind if you relent now.
It’s only when he presses into you and you can feel his hardness against you that you pull away. Jin’s jaw clenches slightly at your stubbornness, but he doesn’t say anything.
“Princess,” he says, “I’m sorry that I’ve upset you but we really can’t get a kitten.”
You pout thoroughly, and despite Jin’s earlier arousal he’s smiling at you.
“Why not?” you cry.
“You’re allergic to cats… I didn’t think I’d have to remind you. We were only in the pet store for five minutes and your eyes were leaking so much everyone thought you were crying.”
“Maybe I was crying, huh? Did you ever think of that? Maybe I was crying because I loved all the animals so much. What does that make you, pulling me away from all those sweet babies even when I love them?”
Jin laughs again at your antics. You’ve always had a flare for drama, but it’s something he loves about you. He wraps his arms around you in a hug, and tips your head back to place a soft kiss to your lips.
“I’m sorry,” he tells you, “I love you.”
Wrapped up in your boyfriend’s arms you know there’s no way you can stay mad at him, especially when he’s being so sweet.
“Jin,” you say, “Can we still have sex?”
It’s early in the morning when Yoongi finally crawls into bed. You’re still awake though, never really being able to get to sleep when he’s away. He’s been gone so much lately, and while you’re trying to be understanding you have to admit that it’s grating on your nerves just a bit.
Perhaps it’s your own self doubt, but you can’t help but think that it’s something wrong with you that’s keeping him out and away all night, rather than his work.
Yoongi must know you’re awake; he pulls you towards him and into a kiss that’s hot and heavy, and your head is spinning with the passion behind it. You briefly consider abandoning your carefully thought out plan for a moment, but decide to hold your ground.
You break the kiss and roll away from Yoongi quickly. He’s still for a moment - shocked - you’ve never rejected him before. Never.
“What’s the matter?” Yoongi asks, and you repress a shiver at how low his voice is. It’s always so rough when he’s aroused, his Daegu accent slipping out and lighting your core on fire.
“Nothing, Oppa,” you say, allowing your aggravation with him to seep into your voice. “But maybe you should see if someone at work can fuck you, since you’re always there. It might be quicker - you wouldn’t even have to come home.”
He heaves an annoyed sigh and even though you’re not looking at him you can imagine the look on his face; twisted into a cranky grimace that would usually have you giggling.
“You know I don’t want anyone but you, baby,” he tells you, forcing you to roll back and face him, “But I’m sorry if you’ve been feeling neglected because of work.”
He looks so sincere gazing into your eyes that you can’t help but lean forward to kiss him. He lets his lips lightly play against yours, gently kissing you and pressing you down into the mattress. You tangle your fingers in his hair in order to deepen your kiss but Yoongi stops you, whining slightly as he pulls away. The sound makes him chuckle.
“Yoongi!” you cry. “Oppa, please.”
His eyes darken at your words, but he holds his ground.
“Sorry baby. This is what you get. I can’t have you thinking all I want from you is sex. Let’s just cuddle tonight.”
You huff quietly again, but let your boyfriend wrap his arms around you and pull you close. He’s warm and firm against your back, and even though you’re still a little flustered you can’t help but let out a quiet contented sigh before letting sleep overtake you.
“No?” Hoseok says, “What do you mean no?”
“I mean no, Hobi,” you reply, “We aren’t going to have sex tonight”
The two of you are lounging in your bed on one of Hoseok’s rare days off. You hadn’t been planning to reject your boyfriend’s advances tonight, but with how he’d been teasing you tonight–in front of the other boys–you felt this was a fitting punishment.
He had been relentless, running his fingers over your body under the table, raking his hands through his hair and giving you that look, kissing you breathless when the other’s hadn’t been looking… it was shameless, honestly.
And so now you’re here, refusing him and hoping for the love of God that he’ll call your bluff to put you out of the flustered misery he’s caused.
Hoseok merely looks at you quietly for a moment before nodding his head.
“Okay, babe. I understand.” He lays himself back down, leaving you in a shocked and slightly angry state.
You huff to yourself, turning so that your back is facing him. All is silent for a while, just the two of you laying in bed in the dark. Eventually though, you can hear the sounds of your boyfriend’s breathing getting heavier, small gasps and moans escaping his mouth.
You turn back around to see Hoseok running his hand up and down his member, jerking himself off while staring directly at you.
“H-Hobi!” you chastise. “What are you doing!”
“I thought it was pretty obvious,” he quips, not slowing the movement of his hand, “It’s a shame that this isn’t your pussy wrapped around me, though. Bet that would feel way better.”
Your breath hitches in your throat, heat pooling at your core in a way that’s all too familiar. You can already feel yourself squirming in an attempt to get more friction for the throbbing between your legs as you watch your boyfriend stroke himself firmly.
“Do you want it baby?” he asks you, and you just nod and bite down on your lower lip. “Ah. Too bad… This feels too good to stop now…”
Hobi laughs as you gape at him, astonished that he would reject you even with his cock literally out and ready.
“But how about this,” he proposes, “Why don’t you touch that sweet pussy of yours too… we can cum together this way.”
Nothing had happened to make you feel like this; it wasn’t something Namjoon had done, nothing had gone wrong at work and there wasn’t anything to feel stressed about… but god were you in a piss poor mood. You had tried hard not to let it show while you were out with Namjoon and the other boys, but you could tell Joonie knew something was up.
“Babygirl, is everything okay?” he whispers to you during dinner when the rest of the boys are distracted.
“I’m fine Namjoon,” you say, scowling.
Namjoon let’s it drop, knowing that if you’re acting like this there isn’t going to be an easy way to pull you out of it. He let’s you eat in peace, as do most of the other boys when they notice you’re feeling a little grumpy. You’re happy that they do, too. You would feel terrible if you ruined the mood or made them feel awkward.
When your night is finally finished and you’re just walking into your apartment, Namjoon stops you.
“You’ve been upset all night,” he says. “What’s the matter?”
“Nothing Namjoon, I already told–”
“What was that babygirl?” he questions firmly.
“Namjoon, I’m not in the mood tonight. I just want to be left alo–” Again he interrupts,
“You and I both know that’s not true. Whenever you get like this it means you want to be taken care of. It means you want to be punished.” Your cheeks heat up at your boyfriend’s words and you stare down at your shoes. “I’ve not been a very good daddy, have I, if you’re acting this way? You only do it when you’re desperate for me.”
You huff and try to walk away. You know Namjoon is right, but you can’t help but want to push him just a little more; that way the punishment will be all the better. He grabs your arm as you walk away, pulling you back to him and grasping your chin, forcing you to look up at him.
“Look at me when I speak to you babygirl.” The sight of the fire in Namjoon’s eyes immediately flips a switch within you. “You’re being a bad girl…”
“I-I’m sorry daddy, I–” Namjoon tuts and you immediately silence yourself.
“You act like a brat all night, begging for punishment and when I try to deliver you tell me you’re not in the mood? You know you’re allowed to say no, but I want you to look in the eyes right now and tell me if that’s the truth. If you’ve lied to me, you’re going to be sorry. You’ll not be able to walk for the next week I swear.”
“I’m sorry…” you say. quietly.
“For lying, daddy. I want you please.” Namjoon’s eyes darken at your submissiveness, relishing in the power he has over you.
“Then bend over the table sweetheart. You’re in for a long night.”
You just wanted to test him, that was all. You knew it was petty, but you still couldn’t help it. It wasn’t fair that Jimin got to tease you whenever he wanted, do whatever he wanted, while you had to be a good girl all the time.
You decide enough is enough, and that no matter what he says or does, your boyfriend will be the one begging tonight. Jimin has the day off, and the rest of the maknae line are over at your apartment playing video games and generally causing mischief.
You try to be as subtle as possible in your teasing, keeping it to little things you can totally play off as nothing. You bend down a little slower, stretch your arms high so that your shirt rides up, doing anything and everything you can do to work Jimin up. You can tell it’s working, too, by the way you can feel his dark eyes on you whenever you walk into the same room as him; their heady weight threatening to pin you down and fuck you right there if you aren’t careful.
You feel a bit high on all the heated gazes he’s throwing your way, and by the time the rest of the boys leave you’re feeling both excited and smug.
“What was all that you were doing today, kitten?” Jimin asks, stalking towards you. You back up until your back hits the wall and Jimin seems pleased by this, placing his hands on either side of your head to trap you.
“I was just acting normal, Jiminie, I was just–”
“Cut the shit,” Jimin growls. “You’ve been teasing me all day, acting like a little slut. Trying to turn me on in front of Tae and Jungkook.” Suddenly Jimin presses himself against you, letting you feel how hard his member is in his pants before continuing. “Well here you are. I’m turned on. Is that what you wanted?”
Summoning all the courage you can muster, you squeak out a small ‘no.’
“No?” Jimin scoffs. “Then what are you playing at? What do you want?” You stare into his eyes for a moment, watching as he gets visibly impatient. Finally you blurt out your motive for the entire night.
“I want you to beg for it.”
Jimin’s eyes darken in lust and anger. He brings his hand to your throat, pressing you back into the wall to kiss you roughly, biting your lip harshly between his teeth.
“Oh no, kitten. We aren’t going to fuck tonight,” Jimin whispers lowly into your ear, “My cock is only for good girls, not dirty little sluts like you. You’re going to have to get off the old fashioned way, with just your hand. Maybe if you put on a good enough show I’ll let you swallow my cum.”
Needless to say, you’re not altogether too upset with how poorly your plan has backfired.
“I honestly can’t believe you, Tae,” you spit out angrily, “She was all over you and you were so into it.”
“I wasn’t into it at all babe, I swear! She was the MC and I didn’t want to push her away on camera. It would’ve been so obvious that I was dating someone if I didn’t flirt back a little!” His admission only makes you more upset. You understand that you and Taehyung can’t go public with your relationship just yet, but still, hearing him say it always hurts your feelings. It’s as if you’re some shameful secret of his and you hate it.
On top of that, now he’s admitted to knowing he was flirting with that girl, too. Sometimes you just wish your boyfriend knew how to keep his mouth shut. You press your eyes closed trying to will Tae away- perhaps you can calm down if he just leaves you alone - but behind your eyelids all you can see is the way that MC had been flirting; touching Tae’s shoulder and letting small girlish giggles leave her lips at anything he had said.
You don’t blame her, really, you can’t. No one knows about your relationship, and you’ve been in the same position as her countless times - the thing that hurt was seeing your boyfriend’s reaction. The way he had looked at her… well… you only want him to look at you that way.
“Babe, I’m really sorry,” Tae says, approaching you with outstretched arms as if you’re some wounded animal. He places a soft kiss on your lips but you twist away from him, pressing your them together in a stiff pout.
“You don’t just get to kiss me and have everything be better Tae. That’s not how this works.” The boy in front of you hums quietly before leaning down to kiss your cheek softly, trailing his mouth slowly down your jaw and neck.
“I know babe… but we might as well try it anyway.” He leaves a small nip at your earlobe before continuing down, his hands coming around to unzip your dress.
“Tae-yah,” you say in warning, but all that really comes out is a breathy sigh.
He kisses your lips again, running his hands down your sides. “Come on babe,” he says, “Let me show you how much I love you.”
For the third time tonight you push Jungkook’s wandering hands out from in between your legs.
“Kookie-yah,” you tell him, “Not tonight.”
“Noona, come on. Why not?” he snipes at you. You raise an eyebrow at the younger boy but still he holds his ground, looking as petulant and as devilishly handsome as always.
“Watch your tone baby boy,” you tell him, “You’re sounding a bit bratty if you ask me.”
“Oh I’m acting bratty? Look at you noona! You won’t even take care of me.” He leans in close to you, and even in the dim light you can see how dark his eyes have become. You’re admittedly very surprised at the way your boyfriend is acting. He’s never begged so vehemently before, opting instead to submit to your every whim.
Jungkook’s hands make contact with your shoulders, pushing you down on the couch and scrambling in between your legs. You can feel the way his length rubs against your core, already desperately hard as he ruts against you, and you wrap your legs around his waist to bring him to a stop.
“Noona please,” Jungkook says, “Please. I need you so bad.”
His head drops down onto your shoulders and you run your fingers through his hair, still not allowing his hips to move. At the feeling of your fingers on his scalp, Jungkook shivers and his cock throbs against you.
“Baby,” you ask him, “Is someone desperate?”
“Fuck yes,” he gasps, “Please let me fuck you, noona. Let me taste you. God I want you so bad.” Heat pools in your core at his words and you let your legs go.
“Alright then,” you relent, “Come on. Fuck me hard, baby.” Jungkook whimpers in your ear as he scrambles to get the both of you out of your pants. He wastes no time, stretching you out around his fingers and pressing into you in a matter of minutes.
“Oh god,” he groans as he slips inside of you, “You make me feel so good noona, let me return the favor.”
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