Hehe idk if it possible to put two request in or not but since it's open, I will try:)) Can you make a scenario with JB X makeup sex? Lolol eeep love u adminn💕💕💕
I just got to Corpus Christi! It’s 10:22 at night but you know what? I am currently on a pull out couch…but I am in the mood to write some smut lol
Jaebum paced back and forth in his “ex” girlfriend’s apartment waiting for her to message him back. Or to come home. It had been hours since he heard from her, and the last thing he did read was: “Fuck you JB, if you’re going to be like that, I don’t even know why we are together. I’m done.”
Being his normal self, JB figured she was just mad and so he wrote back: “Whatever you want.”
It had been two days and he hadn’t heard a word from her. Two days and he had called and texted her to no avail. She couldn’t have been serious. Just the thought of no longer kissing her plump, pink lips. Or cuddling up next to her bed, letting his hand slide down her long, brown legs before squeezing her luscious ass made him mad. How dare she? He tossed his black hair back, how dare she want to leave him. He was everything to her, he knew that. Didn’t he?
The sound of a key inside a lock, made his heart jump and JB stopped his pacing long enough to sit down on the couch. One leg over the other inside his jeans, his button up shirt opened to his chest. He waited.
She opened the door, sighing heavily as she carried in some shopping bags. She kicked her door closed, flicking her shoes off her feet. Shuffling the bags she put her keys on the hook before moving into the living room, not even seeing the figure on the sofa. She walked right past him to her room. JB grinned. Oh this was sweet. He quietly got up following her, to her room as she peeled off her outer shirt, sitting down on her bed in a crop top to look at her purchases.
“Went shopping?” JB asked her. Leaning against the frame of the door.
He smiled even wider as she screamed, before she recognized him. Her eyes angry she growled at him.
“What are you doing in my house? Sneaking up on me!” She rose to a stand, pointing out her door. “I wasn’t playing with you JB, I’m done. Get out.”
Walking fully into the room, JB closed her room door behind him. “See, I was thinking. You can’t really be done with me. We’ve been together what? 3 years. You love me too much. I’m just too stubborn for you sometimes.”
She scoffed, arms over chest now. “You were late to our anniversary dinner. I planned this weeks in advance. You knew. You were late, you didn’t even get me a gift.”
JB pointed a finger at her. “I got you a gift. I just forgot it. I was in a rush.”
“A 2.5 hour late to dinner rush. Whatever, I told you I’m done. See yourself out.” She turned her back on him, only to have him grasp her wrist, turning her around again.
“See the way I see it.” JB pushed her down on the bed. “I was in practice, last minute things to do for the guys. For JYP. I forgot to text you, yes but I’ve never forgot anything else important to you. To us. Ever. This is my first offense.”
She rolled her eyes, hand reaching up to toy with a curl on her fro. “We’ve been reaching our boiling points with each other a lot lately.” Rubbing her arms she shrugged her shoulders. “Maybe the novelty of us being together has worn off.”
JB eyed her body in her crop top. Her chocolate stomach peeking through. The way her shorts hugged her wide hips, and the long legs the sprouted from that. How could he grow tired of her? How could he grow tired of the woman he had fantasized about meeting at every fan meet. Every concert. He got to his knees in front of her, hands on her waist, stroking her skin.
“You know I love you, jagiya. Why do you have to be like this?” He kissed her stomach, hands moving up her shirt to grasp the two, firm breasts there. Bra or not he slipped his hands under and came to skin, twirling her nipples in each hand.
She groaned, her mind willing her to open her legs and lay back almost immediately. Look at his face, he was begging her. His dark eyes stayed on her as he licked a trail from her stomach. Hands unbuttoning her jeans, she allowed him to slip them down her legs. The lace of her panties making him bite his lip. Red lace. How he loved seeing her in it, she looked wrapped up like expensive chocolate.
“What are you trying to do?” She wanted him kiss up and down her thighs before stopping at her temple.
“Makeup sex.” That was all her said before he pushed her legs open, and kissed her mound still inside her panties.
His thumb rubbing against her slit, before moving up to the neglected pearl. JB blew gently on her mound, before giving a long, lazy lick to the fabric. Hard enough for her to feel his tongue. She quivered and moaned, hands reaching down, burying into his mop of long black hair.
He took his time kissing her waist and removing her panties. He took his time, kissing down her a shaped temple. His hands squeezing her thighs, opening her legs wide. He pushed his tongue inside of her and listening to the heady moans she made, watched her body undulate under his precise tongue movements. Watched her face contort as he flicked his tongue, record speed on her clit, her mouth making an ‘O’ shape as she came, and her toes sought purchase on the blanket of the bed.
His mouth was wet with her desire, and he shared it with her in a kiss. Letting her taste himself on his lips. “That’s where you belong. Right on my mouth. You know that jagiya.”
She nodded her head, looking at the obvious tent in his pants. JB followed her gaze, smiling.
“Oh you want this?” His hand cupping his package.
She nodded again, eyes on the prize. “Yes.”
JB removed his shirt, his skin glistening with the light sheen of sweat from the work he just put in. His jeans followed, his bulge now apparent.
“I can’t hear you yobo, what is it that you want?” He slid his boxers down, palming his length in his hand. Stroking diligently. His head leaned back, stifling a moan.
“I want your dick. Now.” She had some edge to her voice, his eyes sultry with need looked at her.
“Kiss it. He wants to hear your sorry.” She was eager, flashing him one more look at her temple, she crawled forward, placing a light kiss on his tip.
JB licked his lips. “Kiss him with your tongue.”
He watched her face disappear and only the curls of her fro remained as her head went back and forth. Tongue skimming greedily over his shaft, she worked him like she never had. Her hand coming forth to stroke him. He was on the verge of orgasm, wanting to pull out. Just as he was about to, she held his waist close. Her mouth fully on him as he let go. His hand on the back of her neck as he spurt forth his seed into her mouth.
Like always, she swallowed. Smacking her lips when she was done. She wiped her mouth with two fingers, leaning back on the bed. In all her naked glory, just a gold necklace on, contrasting on her skin like an Egyptian pharaoh. She opened her legs, begging him close with her eyes, her fingers touching herself.
“Come and get it.”
JB wasted no time. Condom be damned at the moment, he slid home. Feeling her walls clench around him, accepting his length, accepting his girth. Her hands on his forearms as he backed out, and slid in once more. Oh, the delicious heat of her body. How could she not want this? How could he not? JB closed his eyes, his ears concentrating on the pitch of her moans. The tone of her groans. The rhythm of her pleas.
He was working his way toward oblivion when, her legs tightened on his back, her breasts bouncing against his chest. Her lips close to his ear.
“Just like that daddy, I’m gonna come.”
That was all he needed to know. Her nails pierced his skin, and he saw white light as he came within her, struggling to pound harder as he felt her achieve orgasm.
As she showered in the bathroom, JB laid on her bed, watching the door as she came out smiling. He decided to be an ass, smiling at her as he spoke.
“So are you still done with me?”
Hope this was what you wanted!