Jungkook would be lying if he said he couldn’t wait for this time of month to roll around for you. the incessant humping and clinging onto him for dear life, the crying and acting like you were going to d!€ without him near all contributed to his ego, of course, but it turned him on to see you so much more desperate and needier than usual. 

while you never had a problem with submitting to Jungkook in the bedroom, your submission was on a whole other level when you were ovulating, the surrender coming to you naturally in all areas of your body and mind.

you might as well have been a ragdoll when you were so passive and pliant like this. it was almost like your brain was on sleeping mode for this short period of time, any and all thinking was rather done by Jungkook instead. 

of course, your husband would take advantage of this and treat you like a brainless little fool while bending you to his every will. making you suck his fingers before teasing you and edging you to tears, encouraging you and whispering filthy obscenities in your ear while you humped his thigh, leg, knee, pretty much anything you could get your needy cunt on.

his personal favorite though was when you couldn’t resist crawling in his lap and smothering him with kisses. 

despite him acting annoyed, he secretly loved that you couldn’t keep your hands and mouth off of him. “c’mon.. i'm trying to watch this.” you whined when he swatted your hands away, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips when you huffed out in frustration. 

“forget the tv!” you straddled his thighs, your heat sitting right on top of his clothed d*€k, “touch me, guk. please!” Jungkook sighed through his nose before planting his hands on your hips as if it was such a chore.

“kiss me too..” you stared up at him with those doe eyes, his jaw clenching at the sight before attaching his lips to the sensitive part of your neck, licking and nipping the flesh there. you moaned softly while your hips moved on their own accord, your clit rubbing against the lace material of your panties as you grinded down on your husband. 

Jungkook swore he could feel your wetness through the layers of clothing between you two, his suspicions confirmed when he moved you over and was met with the sight of a wet patch on his shorts.

both of you looked down, his d*€k growing rock hard in an instant as he snaked a hand underneath your dress and felt the mess between your thighs for himself. “poor baby, this p*$y is just aching for me to fill it up, huh?” you nodded frantically, a pathetic whine leaving your lips before you leaned in and kissed him sloppily. 

Jungkook groaned, keeping his hand there between your legs in order for you to ride his palm, the sound of your slick driving him to damn near insanity. “f*€k, just look at you, so pretty. you can’t get enough..” he teased, deciding to take matters into his own hands and drag your soaked p*$y up and down his erection.

you were mewling and whimpering as you two kissed each other feverishly, your lips now glossy with his spit. your hands were balled up tight in his t-shirt, your eyebrows knitted together in pure bliss while his fingers dug into the plush flesh of your thighs. 

you were practically dripping for this man already, your skin hot to the touch as you desperately angled your hips for more friction. “f*€kkk, look how you’re rutting against me, baby. you need my d*€k so bad, you want me to take care of you?” you cried out and begged as if he’d never ask, your arms raising above your head as he slipped off your dress.

he circled one of your sensitive buds, drawing a yelp from your lips as he knew how tender your tits were during this time. 

you held his head in your hands, your cheek resting against his scalp as he took himself out of his boxers. ripping your panties down your legs, Jungkook left the white lace dangling off of your ankle before you felt his length spring up against your tummy. 

he was hot and heavy, his d*€k standing mean and ready to split you open. pulling you against his chest, Jungkook guided himself at your entrance, giving you a few teasing strokes before entering you agonizingly slow.

your head dropped to his shoulder, your train of thought diminishing with every inch he filled you up. it wasn’t until he bottomed out that he grabbed you by your cheeks, the look on your face telling him everything he needed to know. 

you might as well have been dead to the world, the way you looked at him as if you didn’t have a brain, your eyes glassy and void of any emotion. you were truly, utterly c*€k drunk. Jungkook smiled, keeping his eyes trained on your face as he began thrusting into you. 

“this is what you needed, doll, hmm? needed me to stuff this pretty p*$y?” you mumbled a mix of nonsense in response, eliciting a laugh from your husband.

“aww it’s okay, you don’t have to make sense, baby, you’re a little dumb right now.” Jungkook continued thrusting into you, telling you how he was going to fill up your womb with his seed, making you the ‘prettiest mama’. 

“imagine that, carrying my baby around, being living proof of the filthy shit you let me do to you..” he shushed you when you cried out, his large hand rubbing your back soothingly as he pumped in and out of you. “yeah, let’s make that happen.”

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