Summary: You’ve been secretly dating Jared for almost a year when he slips up at a convention, accidentally revealing your relationship to the fans. He makes it up to you in your hotel room. Words: 5.4k Jared x Reader, Jensen (mentioned James Lafferty and Chad Michael Murray) Warnings: good-natured bullshiting between a loving couple, smut Square filled: Fingering A/N: this was requested by @blacksiren after donating to my justgiving page, and it’s written as part of this year’s @spnkinkbingo
If it weren’t for the sturdy construction of a late 2008 MacBook—yes, white (well, more like off-dingy-white) shell and all—and the soft, fluffy rug—a housewarming gift from your mother–that covered your hardwood floors, the computer would have been shattered when you vaulted from the couch after the article—sent from a friend that was in desperate need of a lesson in softening the blow–loaded on the screen.
“Fuck!” you cursed, haphazardly picking your laptop up by the corner and tossing it on the sofa. “Shit, fuck!” Snatching your not-yet-empty wine glass from its perch, you stomped into your flat’s little kitchenette and uncorked the bottle of red while downing what remained in your glass. You poured and downed another.
“Really?!” you screamed at the pocket pig calendar hanging opposite you, a bit of spittle and wine flying from your mouth.
Poor Darius; he and his little cowboy hat didn’t deserve any of this.
You tried to calm yourself, really you did, but after a few huffing breaths that were anything but calming, you gave up and grabbed the bottle of wine before heading back to the couch. Your phone was at your ear, number selected and dialed, before the blankets and pillows had even settled from the force of your entire body weight slamming dramatically into them.
“Honey, are you alright?” Despite the hint of worry in her tone, your mum’s voice managed to calm you a bit; suddenly air wasn’t being forced in and out of your lungs as a more natural rhythm took hold.
“No,” you answered tartly before taking another swig of wine. It was silent as you both waited for the other to speak.
“Well are you going to tell me or can I get back to bed?” Mum was always impatient when it came close to bedtime; she was a solid eight-hour sleeper—nothing more and nothing less—and she coordinated her bedtime and wakeup time perfectly so she always got the right amount of sleep.
“He’s…engaged,” you said bitterly, lips puckering around the words, a sour taste left in your mouth at the admission; it didn’t feel right coming off your tongue. And it wasn’t jealousy—or at least you didn’t want to admit it was—because you weren’t entirely sure that if He were replaced with We you would be left with the same sour feeling.
could you please please write a blurb about Harry trying to convince you to be with him and you're all nervous about it because he's your friend? I absolutely love your writing
Thank you sweetheart! I’ve written and posted this before then deleted it because I was so indecisive about it … but thanks to this request I’m putting it back on my blog again so I hope you like it ❤️
“Are we really
doing this?” you whispered, raising your eyes to meet his emerald ones.
Harry could hear the confidence in your voice waver at the thought of it
all – of you and him together. He reckons it shouldn’t have been that much of a
surprise. He was being utterly obvious about his feelings for you. Whether it
was in public or in private, he always rushed to be by your side. His friends
often pestered him for the way he treated you. “The
lad’s practically married!” “We’re jus’ friends, mate – buzz off.” But he swore he
didn’t mind the teasing; he kind of liked the way your cheeks would burn at the
thought of you being with a bloke like him.
“D’yeh not want
to?” he asked slowly, arms crossing as he looked at your uncertain eyes.
Here’s a silly one. Rank Katie’s roles in terms of hawtness (@rtracker).
Alrighty. This killed me, because personally, I would just choose them all. Can’t I just have them all??? It was almost as difficult as having to decide which character I would date (a high point in my life), so thanks for that! But first I had to consider my criteria for Maximum Hawtness™. It was necessary. I mean we all know Katie is gorgeous and hot af no matter what. So instead I had to consider things beyond Katie’s perfect face.
Sooo personal style, attitude, the way she carries herself, innocence vs. …naughtiness? Sauciness? Can that be a thing? Sure! Oh, and chemistry and interactions with other characters. That’s a big one. Leaving out the usual characters. So here is my list.
1. Kate Foster (But of course!)
Pretty sure a lot of you have seen me freak out about Kate. When it comes to judging hawtness, I am all for the sharp and pointy. When did the question of wanting fries cause anyone to become uncomfortably aroused?? When Kate Foster asked the question, that’s when! Kate is smooth, seductive and she spends pretty much her entire date with Erica looking like she is ready to rip her clothes of with her teeth. …Yeah that’s pretty hot. Bonus points for the lingering touches and the sex hair the morning after. #shooketh
2. Lena Luthor
The perfect combination of sharp and pointy and soft and squishy. There is definitely something about her that has drawn so many in. The heart-eyes, the perfect buns, the eyebrows, the lip-bite, the red lipstick… Then there is the fact that she dresses like she’s on her way to view the next big line during fashion week (That Magenta Coat™ tho). Speaking of the lip biting, heart-eyes, and eyebrows, is it me or is Lena more flirty than pretty much all of Katie’s characters combined? Throw all of that on top of the fact that she is an angel and classy af and you can just consider me deceased.
Pssst. If you are for any reason interested in more of Katie being hot and/or my somewhat warranted opinion/endless thirst, keep reading! Ok let’s move on.
It’s the way your toe runs the length of his foot as you’re cuddled together on the couch. And as he shivers under your touch, the feeling of you nuzzling in closer, really burrowing underneath his arm whilst pressing soft kisses to his side, he senses it.
But when he looks down at you, trying to catch the gleam in your eye or the soft smirk on your lips, he’s greeted with only a shy, demure look on your sweet face that he’s come to know so well in the few short months you’ve been together.
He didn’t pick up on your hints before, but now that he knows…
It’s when he catches you staring at him, mouth agape and movement ceased when you’re completely distracted by whatever mundane task he’s set to (it happens most often when he’s cutting vegetables because the way his arm muscles flex and bulge makes you dizzy).
It’s after he catches you staring at him and how you look away quickly, cheeks reddening as you bite your lip and try not to allow the lust you feel for him settle so obviously over your features.
It’s in the middle of a meeting
when Graves suddenly feels the band on his finger grow hot and agitated. He
stops mid sentence, hands braced down on the end of the conference room table,
as images flash across his mind’s eye – quick snap shots of things until
finally, he has what he needs.
He presses his thumb to the
underside of his ring finger and against the band itself and says, “I’m coming,
hang on,” before turning to the room at large.
“Director Graves,” Picquery
blinks, cool and composed but he can see in her gaze that she has at least some
inkling of what has happened. “Everything alright?”
“I am afraid I must excuse
myself,” is all he says and then he’s abusing his high security clearance to
disapparate out of the meeting room and into the living room of the flat he shares
with a certain Magizoologist. He finds the case atop their bed, a rather
nervous looking Dougal sitting on its top most step – peering out, waiting. The moment it sees him, it dips back into the
case; obviously aware of what Graves has come for. Graves follows him down in a
hurry, his feet flying down the rickety ladder, only to find that Newt is not
in his little shack.
Ah yes, the good ol’ Romantic Misunderstanding also Hanzo’s a weird nerd
He wasn’t there when you woke up.
It was a regular enough occurrence to not concern you, so
you went about your morning routine with no problem, only slightly disappointed
that you didn’t immediately see him afterward. You double checked the date,
just to confirm that it was, in fact, Valentine’s Day. It wasn’t as though you
even expected anything… overt – Hanzo liked to keep his romantic life private,
after all, but…
But it was like he was going out of his way to avoid you.
You barely caught sight of him except when he was leaving
rooms, and on the rare occasion you caught him in the middle of something, just
as you approached he always found an excuse to leave. It was strange – and a
little disheartening. Something was bothering him; something you did was bothering him. Was it
Valentine’s Day? You thought back on any time you may have unconsciously
pressed him into taking action with this day in mind, but you fell short.
The more reasonable – rational – part of you would chalk it
up to cultural differences, maybe it just wasn’t as big a thing in Japan, you
weren’t sure, but your less sensible side…
You tried valiantly to keep yourself from tearing up, and
for the most part it worked, except for the nagging little thought in the back
of your mind Hanzo doesn’t love you he’s
going to leave you which popped up every five minutes or so as you went
about your day as normally as possible. And if anyone else picked up on your
mood, they were good at hiding it, and nobody brought it up, for which you were
thankful. (Best to be spared some dignity
in what was shaping up to be something horrible.)
When all signs pointed to the inevitable, you at last braced
yourself. You paced your room, mind turning over ways to reassure Hanzo it was
okay that he no longer had feelings for you, and he didn’t owe you any
obligation by staying in a relationship he was unhappy in, as much as your
chest hurt throughout. In the middle of your mumbled ramblings, your door slid
open behind you and you jumped, nearly spinning on your heel to spot Hanzo
standing in the doorway with wide eyes, no doubt alarmed at your distressed
You tried and failed to speak, all the words you’d been
rolling around in your skull drying up as soon as they made it to your mouth.
Hanzo cleared his throat quietly, offered a soft ‘Happy Valentine’s Day’ and a
frankly impressive looking bouquet of flowers.
“I understand that it is late, and I’m sorry that I could
not find anything more suitable. I searched for a long time, for something
worthy of your affection, but…” He laughed quietly, a little self deprecating. “I
perhaps spent a little too long in
the search. McCree had to remind me what day it was.”
He shifted self-consciously, the paper around the flowers
crinkling with the motion, as you stared at him, mouth only slightly slack.
Oh. You had been
overreacting. But even the visceral relief of having been wrong in the best way
couldn’t stop the tears from rolling down your face. Hanzo’s expression
immediately dropped into one of fear and you could see him hesitate to approach
you, desperate words of apology at the ready. You gave him no time, and launched
yourself at him, the flowers narrowly pulled away in time to avoid being
crushed between your bodies.
Hanzo grasped for something to say, thrown off by your
behavior. “I… If you dislike them, I can – “
You buried your face in his chest, clung a little tighter,
the ache in your chest fading as his free hand stroked gently down your back.
Thanks for the prompt Nonnie, here we go. Also this has a makeout scene which I still don’t feel very confident in writing, but trying to practice writing to get better. Honest opinions, constructive criticism would be sooo appreciated. Even anonymous asks would be great.
He thought himself lucky some times to be almost invisible. He could blend into the background with relative ease. No-one noticing him, until she had noticed him. He had seen her as unattainable. Her the pretty cheerleader, him the awkward boy in the beanie. The first time she had spoken to him he had to check that she was actually talking to him. She had come into the diner and sat in the booth next to him and asked him what he was writing.
The murder of Jason Blossom had intrigued her as it did him and she had stayed with him most of that night, with the endless supply of black coffee fuelling their discussion. She had asked him if she could talk about it with him again the next day, at the same place and he had eagerly agreed. He knew she was pretty and he knew she was popular and there was no way on earth that she should be giving him the time of day, but she was and that feeling was indescribable.
The first time he had been bold enough to kiss her was ingrained in his memory, likely it would be for years to come his first kiss. They were sitting on her bed, talking, when he did not feel like he could resist the urge any longer. He had brushed a thumb along her cheek, a move so tender and unsure, before closing the distance and pressing his lips against hers. He went to pull back sure that his temporary insanity had ruined their new found friendship, but she put her hand n the back of his neck and pulled him towards her, returning his kiss eagerly and arching her body towards his own.
They had agreed to keep it a secret, he didn’t want any un-needed attention his way. It was to his benefit to remain as invisible as possible he was the victim enough as it was, an easy target to the jocks of the school. Being with Betty Cooper would only paint a larger target on his back. That was the reason he gave her anyway truth was he didn’t want to jeopardise what was occurring between the two. He knew in the real world that popular, pretty cheerleaders did not end up with the weird kid, and he wanted to hold onto her for as long as he possibly could.
That was how they found themselves in the school supply closet during a free period, he had her sat on top the workbench with her legs wrapped around his hips, while their tongues did battle. He yearned to touch her, almost not believing that this was real. That he was in a school supply closet with one of the most beautiful girls at school and that his touch was making her make those delicious noises in his ear. He was surprised when she moved her lips to trail down his neck, sucking on the skin just below his ear. His thumbs dug into her hips in response and she gave a little mewl at the pressure of his touch.
“I want you to touch me Jones.” She whispered in his ear. “I need to feel you.” Her hands had found their way underneath his shirt, fingers delicately tracing the muscles of his back, before raking her nails down, him gasping at the sensation. His hand fisted in her hair pulling her lips back to his own as he captured them in a bruising kiss. She giggled at his eagerness, but whimpered as he caught her bottom lip in between his teeth. He felt as though his skin was on fire, he was burning up. He was pulling at his own jacket removing the item while she continued to explore his body with her hands. Cautiously at first he brought his hand up to cup her breast through the material of her cheerleading top. She sighed into his touch, encouraging him to proceed further. He squeezed and she produced a moan that reverberated through his body.
The sound of the bell soon broke them from their private moment. She was breathing heavily as she looked into his eyes, darkened with lust.
“Guess free period is over.” She said, smiling seductively at him, as she pressed a final kiss to his lips before hopping down from the bench she had been perched on. She smoothed down her skirt and pulled her hair back up into a pony tail pulling tightly. he was working on calming his own breathing as he continued to stare at her. Her skirt swung from side to side as she sauntered over to him. “I’ll leave the window unlocked tonight, we can continue this.” She trailed her hand down his chest, stopping just above his waistband, and he groaned inwardly his breathing becoming erratic once again. She opened the door carefully before leaving him in the closet alone to collect his thoughts.
“Hey Weirdo Jones.” He sighed as Reggie shouted at him from across the student lounge. He went to leave the lounge to avoid another torturous high school moment. Chuck Clayton had already anticipated this move and blocked the door.
“Where are you going in such a hurry?” He commented, as Jughead backed up back into the lounge, mentally preparing himself for what was to come.
“So, Jughead, saw your old man hanging around the drive in last night. He is looking rough. Say Chuck do you think it is the disappointment of having Wednesday Adams as a son that drives him to the drink?” Reggie posed the question to Chuck.
“Well I know if I was related to that psychopath, I’d be hitting the bottle.” Chuck replied.
“Give it up Reggie.” He replied trying to defuse the situation without somehow making things worse.
“Get the hell away from him Reggie.” Betty’s voice broke through the tension in the lounge.
“Betty, hey, we were just having a friendly chat with Jones here.”
“Not anymore.” She went over to Jughead, rubbing his arm.
“What is this Betty, charity work?” Reggie had snidely remarked, holding out his hand awaiting a high five from Chuck.
“Reggie.” Her eyes snapped to Reggie, challenging him to say another word.
He watched as cautiously she shifted her body closer to him, and pressed her body against his, her arms around his neck pulling him down to meet her lips in a kiss. She kissed him passionately pouring everything that she had into it. He was shocked at first but soon returned her kiss with equal fervour. She broke the kiss to look around at the shocked faces of her classmates around the student lounge.
“Jughead Jones is my boyfriend.” He blinked at those words, ‘boyfriend’, ‘Betty’s boyfriend’. They hadn’t even dared to bring up labels during their interludes, at fear that they would ruin whatever it was they had before it had even had time to become something. “So if anyone wants to harass him, or his family they need to go through me first.”
She turned to Reggie and Chuck looking at them pointedly. “And trust me boys you do not want to do that.” There was an edge to her voice that he had never heard before, in his mind she was all sunshine and smiles and coy looks. Reggie and Chuck seemed to back down from her look, shuffling awkwardly.
When she turned back to him there was that Betty Cooper smile, she linked her arm with his, pressed a small kiss to his cheek and pulled him with her. ‘Betty’s boyfriend’ he repeated again in his head, yeah he could get used to that.
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Summary: After seeing you getting closer to another member, Jungkook decides that he needs to teach you a lesson about keeping your hands to yourself.
Word Count: 2.3k
Thank you to anon for the request!
The dorm was filled with chatter after the boys had finished their evening practice; the room mingled with sweat and loud voices. You threw your head back in laughter as Jimin cracked another joke, raising a hand to grab his arm in an attempt to steady yourself. He leaned forward to butt his head against your shoulder as he tried to suppress his own giggles. Jimin placed a hand on your waist as he straightened himself up, the last of his chuckles fading out.
“You know, Y/N, no one else will joke around with me like this, we ought to hang out more often.” Jimin grinned, grabbing your hands and swaying them side to side as you nodded your head in agreement. You opened your mouth to respond when you suddenly felt a pair of eyes boring into you and looked across the room to see Jungkook sitting on his own on the couch. He glanced back down at his phone as he caught your gaze. He briefly flickered his eyes back up to glare between you and Jimin as his mouth screwed into a grimace while nibbling at the inside of his cheek. You frowned at his scowling expression, wondering what had caused his anger-filled state. You watched as he even brushed off Taehyung’s attempt to start a conversation, pushing himself further into the corner of the couch as his eyes narrowed towards you. Excusing yourself from Jimin, you began to make your way over to where your boyfriend was sitting. Jungkook’s glower remained unfazed as you approached him and his hands balled into fists, clenching so tight that you could see his veins begin to appear. Upon reaching him, he stood up, towering over you as he leaned down to whisper into your ear.
“Meet me in my room. Now.” He ordered; his warm breath washed over your neck, causing goosebumps to rise. You cocked an eyebrow and turned to innocently stare up at him through your lashes. Without another word, he stormed towards the stairs, leaving you in confusion at his sudden anger. It wasn’t often that you saw Jungkook like this, so what could he possibly be so upset over? Not wanting to keep him waiting, you headed upstairs and stopped outside of Jungkook’s closed bedroom door. You knocked gingerly. When there was no answer, you cautiously turned the knob and stepped into the room where Jungkook had his back to you, his shoulders rising and falling as he breathed heavily. You watched as he removed his jacket, leaving him in his sweat slicked t-shirt that hugged tightly against his brawny frame.
“Jungkook…” You pried carefully, afraid that you’d cause him to burst. He whipped around to face you; his jaw clenched as he advanced toward you until your back was pressed against the wall. You stared up at Jungkook exasperatedly as he lifted both of his hands to slam against the wall above you, cornering you against the surface. You felt a hot rush of blush rise in your cheeks as he towered above you. His tall form was intimidating as he stood over you, stepping closer to nearly crush himself against your small frame.
“Y/N, you’ve been getting far too friendly with Jimin lately.” He growled. You attempted to avert your gaze, but Jungkook immediately slid a hand under your chin, forcing you to look up into his darkened eyes.
“What are you talking about?” you spoke timidly, “He was making me laugh and-”
“You think I can’t see the way he gets close to you? Letting his hands graze your waist and holding your hands; it makes me furious to see someone else touch you.” He continued. You tensed as he brought one hand down to tightly grip your waist. “And the way that you’ve been allowing him to do so, even letting your own hands wander at times. No, this won’t do at all.”
“But-” You began but were cut off by Jungkook lowering himself close to you, until his face was mere centimeters from yours. His eyes, glistening with fire, bore into you as he breathed harshly through his nose.
“I think you need to be taught a lesson about keeping your hands to yourself, Y/N.” He whispered, sending a chill up your spine. Your entire face burned a bright red as he got closer, his lips barely hovering over your own. The scent of him, his sweat mixed with his warm breath, swirled around you, making you feel intoxicated as you breathed it in. You shivered beneath him as each breath sent a dizzying wave through you.
“W-what?” You choked, blinking at him through your lashes as he towered above you. Without another word, Jungkook stepped back, suddenly letting out a low, conniving laugh, and made his way over to the bed where he sat down before lifting a finger to beckon you over. His previously furious expression wavered as a devilish grin now played at his lips. You slowly walked over, utterly confused by his behavior as he grabbed a hold of your hand.
“You’ve been a bad girl, Y/N, and naughty girls like you need to be punished.” He spoke in a deep voice as he lifted a hand to caress your thigh. Pressing his fingers roughly into your skin, his eyes roamed over you, scanning your entire body as he chewed on his bottom lip. Your breathing hitched as his cool fingers trailed further upward, disappearing underneath of your skirt and toying with the fabric of your panties.
“This ass,” he began, “is only for me. Is that understood?” Jungkook leaned forward to grip your jaw with his hand, bringing you closer to him. His other hand gripped your ass tightly, digging his fingers into the plush skin over the fabric of your panties. You gulped and nodded silently before he sloppily crushed his lips against yours, keeping a tight hold on your jaw as his tongue granted itself access and began to roam your mouth. Your lips smacked as he pulled back from you, his eyes darkened with lust as he stared up at you. Despite being unsure of Jungkook’s intentions, his intimidating actions were somehow managing to send a thrilling rush through you.
“Bend over,” Jungkook commanded, gesturing to his knees.
“I said bend over.” He said with a rising sternness in his tone when you failed to move. Jungkook placed a hand to your back, forcing you to lean over his knees. “Do you see how disobedient you’re being? You need to be disciplined.” He growled into your ear as his fingers disappeared underneath of your skirt once more. This time, they hooked around the waistband of your panties before he slowly tugged them downward until they pooled around your ankles.
“Jungkook, what are you doing?” You whined but were immediately quieted by his hand cupping over your mouth. Without warning, you heard a swish of air as his other hand lifted up and came back to crack down firmly on your ass. Jungkook rubbed your stinging flesh as you let out a cry muffled by his hand.
“I want you to count how many times I spank you. Outloud, is that understood?” He demanded as you trembled and nodded silently before he removed his hand. Despite being a bit frightened by his tone, you couldn’t help but feel a pool of fire developing in your abdomen and a slight heat between your legs. You couldn’t deny that you were finding his dominance thrilling when his hand cracked down another time, causing you to yelp once more.
“One!” You cried out, your voice echoed throughout the room as you immediately received another sharp slap which caused to you to screw your eyes shut.
“Not so loud, kitten. You don’t want the others to hear, do you?” He cooed, leaning down to nibble your earlobe as he soothed your burning skin. “Now try again, quieter.” He whispered before lifting his hand once more. Spank.
“Two,” you whimpered. Spank.
“Four,” you continued to count smack after smack as your skin blazed and reddened from Jungkook’s hand until the area began to feel numb. With each spank becoming more forceful, you felt the heat between your legs increase until your thighs were dripping with wetness. Jungkook’s sudden dominance sent a wave of pleasure through you with each grunt he emitted as he cracked down on your ass, smoothing it out with his rough hands after each one.
“Tell me who you belong to.” He demanded, sinking his fingers into the soft flesh of your thighs.
“You.” you managed to splutter out in between gasps.
“That’s right,” he growled, “only me.” This time, he brought his hand down to spank you three more times, rapidly without pausing in between to allow the stinging sensation to settle in. Your skin felt like it was afire and you bucked your hips forward in an attempt to relieve the pressure. You tried to bite back a moan, failing miserably as you squirmed over Jungkook’s knees and let out a loud groan.
“Are you enjoying this? Do you like it when I spank you?” He purred as you swallowed hard and nodded, unable to speak as you quaked from the fiery mix of pain and pleasure. By now your legs were practically soaked and you bucked your hips upwards, pleading for Jungkook to stop.
“You’re such a naughty girl, getting pleasure out of punishment. Look at how wet this is making you.” He laughed darkly as his fingers trailed towards your slicked thighs. You also took notice that you weren’t the only one who was finding pleasure in the situation as you felt the growing bump in Jungkook’s jeans poke against your abdomen. You felt his finger dip between your thighs, ghosting over your slit as you swished your hips towards him, begging for his fingers to fill you up.
“Don’t be too eager now.” You received another harsh spank, causing you to mewl softly as he began to glide his fingers along your slit. “Naughty girls like you don’t always get what they want. If you want these fingers inside of you, you’ll have to beg for it.”
“P-please Jungkook,” you keened, “I want it so bad.” Finally, he gave in and you gasped as he dipped one finger inside of you, slowly stretching you out. Your walls clenched around him as he added another finger, falling to a rhythm as he pumped his digits in and out of you. The feeling sent you into bliss as you lifted your hips up towards him, begging for more as he quickened his pace. Your moans echoed throughout the room which was now felt heavy with the scent of your sex. Jungkook’s fingers swirled around inside of you, curving at just the right angle to make your eyes roll back and your entire body pulse with pleasure.
“Jungkook, I’m-” You began, unable to finish your sentence; your vision became starry as the sounds in the room faded into white noise. You clenched around Jungkook’s fingers as you burst into your orgasm, covering them with your heat as you squirmed about over his knees. You went limp as you came down from your high; Jungkook removed his fingers from you and placed both hands on your shoulders, hurriedly pushing you off of his lap.
“Fuck, baby, I need you right now.” He groaned as he immediately stood up and began to fumble with his belt. You rose to your knees as he shoved his jeans down to his ankles and released his erection from his boxer briefs. Jungkook languidly stroked his cock before you reached up to wrap your hand around it followed by your mouth closing around the tip.
“Yeah, just like that baby. Suck my cock just like that.” Your eyes fluttered up to look at Jungkook who had had his head thrown back as a throaty groan emitted from his slightly parted lips. Your tongue swirled around his member as you bobbed your swollen lips along his length. After a moment, Jungkook impatiently reached down to grab a fist full of your hair in each hand. He began snapping his hips forward; thrusting into your mouth as he fell into an impossibly fast rhythm.
“Fuck, Y/N, I’m gonna come.” He breathed as he fucked your open mouth, your lips now darkened with saliva that dribbled down your chin. Jungkook pulled his cock out of your mouth before his hand flew downward, hastily pumping it through his fist. He kept one hand in your hair, tilting your head upward as he approached his climax. At once, his breathing hitched before he let out a prolonged groan that bounced off the walls of the room as he released onto your face. Jungkook breathed heavily, slowing his strokes as he finished himself off before bending down to cup your face with his hands.
“You know to suck me just right, baby.” He said, still catching his breath as he lifted you to stand up. You winced as you rose up; your bottom sent a scorching sensation through you with every movement. Jungkook noticed your struggling and leaned around you to admire his work on your ass, tenderly placing a hand on the still reddened flesh.
“Well, I expect that you’ve learned your lesson about being a naughty girl?” He asked smirking as he grasped your chin and tilted your head up to look at him. You nodded as he pressed his lips to yours, tasting himself on your still swollen lips. “And will you misbehave like this again?”
You shook your head vigorously, promising to obey him.
“Good girl,” he grinned, squeezing your ass once more and making you wince quietly, “otherwise, you know what’s in store for you should you decide that you need to be disciplined again.”