Jay Park is the Master of callin’ out sexy ladies in the audience and causing fangirls heart attack. xD Here’s a compilation of all the times he’s done it in his Mommae performances + check out the bonus at the end hehe…..
@yameme HERE’S YOUR DADDY JUNGKOOK SMUT. CALLIN’ YOU OUT. HAAHA. enjoy~ I hope I did well~
Paring: Jungkook x Reader
Warnings: Daddy kink, fingering, dirty talk, etc.
You’re a pretty average college student…sort of.
You receive passing grades, have a nice group of friends,
and attend class regularly. But…you don’t live in a dorm, and you don’t have a
‘job’. Strangers reactions are always confused when you tell them that—because
how can you survive when you’re not making money?—and usually they just assume
your parents are wealthy and are putting you through school. And sure, your
parents are lending you a hand in
paying tuition costs, but they’re not that
generous. Or rich.
Your phone buzzing in your pocket is what knocks you out of
your daydreaming, and you flinch, eyes flickering to where your professor is
standing in front of the white board. Luckily, he doesn’t catch your slip
up—the rule of the room being that phones must
be on silent—and you slyly pull the device out from the pocket of your bag.
Come over after your class. I’ll buy you those heels you wanted the
Licking your lips, you stare at the words on the screen for
a good minute, your thighs unconsciously rubbing together in anticipation. Usually
you meet at night—after Jungkook is done with his days, and you’ve finished
your classes—but he wants to meet now?
In the middle of the afternoon?
You try not to smile, imagining how worked up something must
of made him today for him to ask of you out of the blue like this. However,
nonetheless, you reply that you’ll be over soon and deposit your phone back
into your bag, hiding your excitement behind your hand for the remainder of the
When your professor finally dismisses you, you don’t waste a
moment before grabbing your bag and bustling out of the room—your knee-length dress
fluttering behind you.
Exiting the building, you hurriedly make your way to the
usual rendezvous point, smiling when you spot a familiar black car parked in
the pick-up area for students. As you approach the vehicle the lock on the back
door pops up, and you scoot inside, setting your bag on the ground and flashing
a polite look to the familiar, well-dressed driver.
“Miss,” he nods in acknowledgment and then shifts gears,
pulling away from the university and starting towards the middle of the city.
Cars bustle up and down the street, and you stare out the tinted window along
the practically memorized route.
You’d traveled to Jungkook’s residence far too many times now…
Pulling up to the building, you ready your bag and thank
Jungkook’s driver for the ride, stepping out of the car and kicking the door
closed behind you. Gliding across the lobby of the luxurious apartment
building, you step into the elevator and press the button for the floor you
need, silently leaning against the railing and waiting as the doors slide
You hate to admit it but your panties are already feeling
quiet damp, your mind having conjured up many…images along the ride. Obviously, your relationship with Jungkook
isn’t exactly…a romantic, two-kids-in-love type relationship. It’s
Teasing, sex, hungry eyes, wandering hands, payment. He’s the reason you don’t work.
The reason you have far more nice clothing and items than a college student
needs. He’s your dark knight—which you had happened to meet about a six months
ago, in the dark depths of a club on the far end of town. But more so than a dark
knight, he’s your…sugar daddy.
You can’t help shake your head at the term. It hardly feels
right, considering that he’s only in his late 20’s, but—technically
speaking—you are his sugar baby. His very much beloved, very much called upon
At first you’d been doubtful of his proposal when he’d told you
about it on the cold street outside the night club—your car engine shot and no
way to get home. He’d offered you a ride, which had turned into a drunken,
passionate make-out in the backseat, and then a re-route to his house. When you
woke the next morning you had barely remembered what had happened, but you
remembered Jungkook—how could you not? He was more stunning than a marble
statue in an art museum.
“Let me take care of
you,” he had said, brushing your hair out of your eyes, touch gentle, and without
thinking much you had agreed.