[5:32 PM] UNKNOWN NUMBER: Hey, this is Jungkook. Taehyung gave me your number, he mentioned a build job you have for us? Happy to chat whenever, just let me know.
[5:40 PM] You: Good to hear from you Jungkook. Unfortunately I’ve vowed to never do work with a man whose name starts with the letter “J”. Nothing personal
[5:46 PM] Jungkook: Uh…no disrespect intended…but are you joking?
[5:52 PM] You: No. J is reserved for Jesus. Amen
[6:10 PM] Jungkook: Well…I guess in that case, let me know if you change your mind. God bless, I suppose
[6:12 PM] You: I’m totally fucking with you, man. You got the wrong number
[6:12 PM] You: Sorry I couldn’t resist
[6:15 PM] Jungkook: Wait, serious?
[6:16 PM] You: As a heart attack. Sorry about that
[6:18 PM] Jungkook: You got me good, I gotta admit.
[6:19 PM] You: I get my kicks where I can
[6:23 PM] Jungkook: Well sorry to bother you. Thanks for the chuckle
[6:27 PM] You: So you work construction or something?
[6:30 PM] Jungkook: Yup. General contractor at your service
[6:30 PM] You: Your own business?
[6:31 PM] Jungkook: yes indeed
[6:32 PM] You: Damn, big bossman. Pretty hot
[6:35 PM] Jungkook: You’re silly. I'm just an old man who’s put in too many years of work. Got achy bones
[6:40 PM] You: I know you’re not supposed to ask this on a first date, but how old are you, Jungkook?
[6:42 PM] Jungkook: HA! You’re a funny one! lol
[6:42 PM] Jungkook:38 very long years old
[6:45 PM] You: Oh, now, that’s not so old!
[6:50 PM] Jungkook: Tell that to my knees. lol
[7:03 PM] You: You lay a lot of pipe as a contractor, Jungkook?
[7:06 PM] Jungkook: Suppose I do. Gotta have plumbing. Why do you ask?
[7:15 PM] You: Actually been looking for someone to come snake my drain
[7:19 PM] Jungkook: I mean you’re probably looking for more of a plumber in that case. I got some contacts if you need one
[7:25 PM] You: I prefer someone who knows how to lay pipe to snake my drain 😏
[7:36 PM] Jungkook: I feel like you may be talking about something different than I am. Less appropriate maybe
[7:37 PM] You: It’s possible
[7:46 PM] Jungkook: if we’re breaking those rules I suppose I should ask how old YOU are, before I say somethin stupid
[7:46 PM] Jungkook: or illegal
[7:47 PM] You: Well at least you’re careful. I’m 20. Safely out of “jail bait” territory
[7:48 PM] Jungkook: 20. God was I a careless kid at 20. Hope you’re better behaved than I was
[7:50 PM] You: I bet there’s still a little careless kid in you 😉
[7:51 PM] You: I could stand to have a little more careless kid in me 😉
[7:58 PM] Jungkook: You’re a bit of trouble ain’t you
[7:59 PM] Jungkook: What you doing flirtin with a man almost twice your age
[7:59 PM] Jungkook: A STRANGER at that
[8:00 PM] You: Oh I found you on google about an hour ago already. Not so strange anymore.
[8:00 PM] You: Jeon Contracting, right? In xxxx?
[8:02 PM] Jungkook: I’ll be damned. We got a detective on our hands.
[8:03 PM] You: Wasn't terribly difficult 😂 Already had your first name, area code, and occupation.
[8:03 PM] Jungkook: Well shit if that ain’t a reminder to be more careful…
[8:05 PM] You: You’re a very handsome man,Jeon Jungkook
[8:07 PM] Jungkook: Think you’re lookin at Taehyung. He’s the face of the operation. I’m just the brains.
[8:08 PM] You: Oh no, I see Taehyung here. But he’s not who I’m looking at. There’s a couple pics of you on google.
[8:08 PM] You: straight shiny hair. Piercings on the brow and lips. Nice sturdy build with an arm full of tattoos. Little scowl. Sound like you?
[8:09 PM] Jungkook: I guess
[8:09 PM] You: such a handsome man
[8:10 PM] Jungkook: Well I’m blushing over here. Thanks darling
[8:10 PM] Jungkook: I’m sure you’re a beautiful young woman
[8:15 PM] You: How about you let me know
[8:15 PM] You: [Image Attached]
[8:15 PM] Jungkook: SHIT
[8:15 PM] Jungkook: Darling you can’t just be sending stuff like that!
[8:16 PM] You: I’m fully covered!
[8:16 PM] Jungkook: Barely!
[8:17 PM] You: I suppose I should have asked if you’re married
[8:17 PM] Jungkook: Might’ve been smart. But luckily no. Wouldn’t want to have to explain that shit to no one
[8:17 PM] Jungkook: Wrong number suddenly sending me…pics like that
[8:19 PM] Jungkook: Not that it’s a BAD picture. You certainly are an undeniable beauty
[8:19 PM] Jungkook: But you ARE trouble just like I said
[8:20 PM] You: Well then I have to ask. Do you like trouble, Mr Jeon?
[8:21 PM] Jungkook: Hey now don’t be calling me that…Mr Jeon, that was my daddy
[8:21 PM] You: Is that so
[8:21 PM] You: How would you feel about me calling you my daddy?
[8:22 PM] Jungkook: oh god darlin…you are a straightforward little devil aren’t u
[8:22 PM] Jungkook: A little temptress
[8:22 PM] You: I tend to know what I want.
[8:22 PM] Jungkook: Seems like it
[8:25 PM] Jungkook: Ok. In that pic…that really you? That’s what you’re wearing right now?
[8:25 PM] You: It is. Do you like it?
[8:26 PM] Jungkook: Lord strike me down, but I do. You wear it real nice. Skimpy little top. Like you’re right out of a fuckin dirty magazine
[8:27 PM] Jungkook: What would your daddy say if he saw you taking pictures like that and sending them to strange old men like me?
[8:27 PM] You: I dunno, daddy, what would you say?
[8:27 PM] Jungkook: Fuck me. You’re a naughty fuckin thing aint you
[8:28 PM] You: VERY naughty. And I think you like that.
[8:33 PM] Jungkook: Goddamn it. Alright if you wanna be naughty who am I to stop you, darling
[8:33 PM] Jungkook: Show me a little more
[8:42 PM] Jungkook: Shit I’m sorry that was too much
[8:43 PM] You: [Image Attached]
[8:43 PM] You: Just wanted to get it right
[8:43 PM] Jungkook: god, you are…..
[8:43 PM] Jungkook: That is the finest pair of tits I may have ever seen in all my years. All pulled out of that flimsy little kid’s shirt. Absolutely perfect
[8:43 PM] You: Thank you, daddy. I’m glad you like them.
[8:44 PM] Jungkook: I more than like them. God would I love to…
[8:44 PM] You: Love to what? Tell me, daddy.
[8:45 PM] Jungkook: Goddammit something about you calling me that darling
[8:45 PM] Jungkook: Got me all fucked up in the head
[8:45 PM] Jungkook: I want them soft tits in my hands. In my face. My mouth
[8:45 PM] Jungkook: Bet they look fuckin exquisite bouncin up and down on…
[8:46 PM] You: On what, daddy?
[8:47 PM] Jungkook: You got my filter all turned off babygirl. Thinking some things that’ll send me straight to hell. Specially with a young thing like you
[8:48 PM] You: Let me be real clear then. I like older men, Jungkook. Like how much they KNOW. All that experience. All that practice. 38 years, I know you know how to talk to a woman. So talk.
[8:49 PM] Jungkook: Shit
[8:49 PM] Jungkook: Fuck it then. I certainly don’t aim to disappoint
[8:49 PM] Jungkook: Those gorgeous tits would look downright sinful if you were bouncin on my dick
[8:50 PM] You: Fuck yes daddy
[8:50 PM] Jungkook: You touching yourself baby girl?
[8:51 PM] You: Just my tits right now. Imagining those big, rough tattooed hands of yours all over them.
[8:51 PM] Jungkook: That’s good, babygirl. Squeeze those tits for me.
[8:51 PM] Jungkook: Fuck. Sending me dirty pics. Calling me your daddy. You’ve got this dick nice and hard. Might pull it out in a second
[8:51 PM] Jungkook: Would you like to see it?
[8:52 PM] You: Yes please daddy
[8:52 PM] Jungkook: Good girl
[8:54 PM] Jungkook: [Image Attached]
[8:54 PM] Jungkook: All for you babygirl
[8:55 PM] You: Holy fuck!
[8:55 PM] You: I know every girl says this but I mean it, you are so fucking BIG
[8:55 PM] Jungkook: Haha believe me I know darling
[8:55 PM] Jungkook: Had a lot of girls over the years, they have to take me real slow at first
[8:55 PM] Jungkook: But they all end up screaming my name just quick
[8:56 PM] You: Fuck I want it. Make me one of those girls. But don’t go slow.
[8:57 PM] Jungkook: Yeah? You want it rough pretty girl? Want to be split open on this dick? want me to make you take it like the filthy fucking whore you are?
[8:57 PM] You: FUCK. Yesyesyes please keep talking to me like that i’m touching myself daddy
[8:58 PM] Jungkook: I know you are baby. Can’t fucking help yourself. Begging and drooling over this dick since you started talking to me. Slutty little girl wants to get fucked and degraded by an older man
[8:58 PM] You: Yes daddy I do I need your fucking huge dick in me PLEASE
[8:59 PM] Jungkook: Surprised a whore like you knows her manners so good, saying please all pretty and nice
[8:59 PM] Jungkook: Matter fact when I put this dick in you, I better fuckin hear a thank you as well
[8:59 PM] You: THANK YOU DADDY
[9:00 PM] Jungkook: That’s right babygirl take that fucking dick and touch that pretty clit
[9:01 PM] You: I'm already close daddy please please
[9:01 PM] Jungkook: Fuckin right you are. greedy little whore throbbing for this big dick. cum all over those soaking wet fingers thinking about me. god such a slutty little bitch aren’t you
[9:01 PM] You: Yessssss daddy im a slutty little bitch you're gonna make me cum
[9:02 PM] Jungkook: Stop texting and take a video of that dripping cunt coming for me. That fuckin orgasm belongs to me doesn’t it babygirl. I'm givin it to you so I deserve to see it
[9:03 PM] Jungkook: So fuckin pretty babygirl got my dick so fuckin hard let me see that fucked pussy
[9:05 PM] You: [Video Attached]
[9:05 PM] Jungkook: Shit baby, you are the filthiest thing I have ever seen. Sound so sexy those little whimpers when u came fuck
[9:05 PM] Jungkook: Gonna make me cum all over my fist baby
[9:05 PM] Jungkook: Gonna pump this pussy full of my cum take this dick and this huge fuckin load up your cunt babygirl
[9:08 PM] Jungkook: [Video Attached]
[9:13 PM] You: Shit. That was. Fuck.
[9:14 PM] Jungkook: Not so quick-witted when you’re fucked stupid are you
[9:14 PM] You: Shut up…
[9:15 PM] You: Goddamn you sure know how to sext I’ll tell you that
[9:16 PM] Jungkook: As you said. Had some practice over the years. Wink.
[9:16 PM] You: Oh god, do you not know how to use emojis to wink? 😂
[9:16 PM] You: You dinosaur 😝 🦕🦖
[9:17 PM] Jungkook: Yeah, well, if this “dinosaur” ever gets ahold a you, you’re gonna be real sorry for poking fun at him, little girl
[9:20 PM] You: Well since you mentioned it…
[9:20 PM] You: It’s possible I might be in xxx too
[9:21 PM] Jungkook: I may have suspected.
[9:22 PM] You: Wouldn’t it be REALLY embarrassing if I did end up actually being that guy you were looking for? 😝
[9:24 PM] Jungkook: Shit, if he looks as fine as you I wouldn’t give a damn lol
[9:25 PM] Jungkook: I ain’t giving out any dick discounts though 😉
[9:25 PM] You: gasp you do know how to use emojis!
[9:26 PM] Jungkook: Quick learner 😉 Gotta be if I’m gonna be your daddy after all 😏
[9:30 PM] Jungkook: Well I’m mighty glad I texted the wrong number darling
[9:31 PM] You: Me too 😊 Maybe someday we can try this in person…
[9:34 PM] Jungkook: I’ll bring the snake
[9:35 PM] You: 😂😂😂
. . . . . . . . . . .
Jungkook is half-tempted to down a whiskey before he leaves for the restaurant, but thinks better of it. He has never been so goddamn nervous. Not on his first date with his ex-wife, not his first official project of his brand new business, not even the day his daughter was born.
After his indecent texts exchange with you, his brain was off to the races. He didn’t want to come off as overbearing or desperate, but damn if he couldn’t get you off of his mind.
He lasted three days before he texted again.
[7:34 PM] Jungkook: Would you allow me to treat you like a proper gentleman should have done first and take you to dinner? on Saturday?
[7:36 PM] You: Can’t stop thinking about me, huh? 😏
[7:36 PM] Jungkook: I’m a lonely old man. Humor me.
[7:37 PM] You: I think you misspelled “horny” 😝
[7:38 PM] Jungkook: Hey. A man can be two things. I can be lonely and horny.
[7:38 PM] Jungkook: But the two things I prefer to be are an asian gentleman and a depraved degenerate.
[7:38 PM] Jungkook: Ideally on the same night.
[7:39 PM] Jungkook: So let me get dressed up. And then after maybe you’ll let me pull YOUR dress up 😉
[7:40 PM] You: Smooth
[7:40 PM] You: Who says I’ll be wearing a dress?
[7:41 PM] Jungkook: Again, I ask. Humor me.
[7:41 PM] Jungkook: 7 PM, xxx?
It’s true, he hadn’t been on a date in years. After everything that happened with his ex and his daughter…well, he’d spent a lot of time picking up his own pieces and attempting to weld them back together with nothing but a heat gun and several bottles of whiskey. And a lot of meaningless sex.
Taehyung had helped, but he had his own life and family to care for. Jungkook does like Taehyung’s wife, even if she is a bit tender-footed with him most of the time. And damn it, he loves his niece. She’s got a lot of Taehyung’s features. Many of which are also Jungkook’s features. And many of which were also his daughter’s.
Jungkook can’t quite put his finger on the reason he asks you out on a date. He is certainly no stranger to one-night-stands or fuck buddies. There was something about the way you seemed to completely disarm him without even trying. The way you made him laugh right off the bat. The way you responded so readily to his brand of dirty talk.
Shit, it also helps that you might be the most gorgeous young woman he’s seen in a long time. He may be old, but he is definitely not blind. If you like experienced older men, he’s got an extraordinarily willing one for you right here. He sincerely hopes you’re just as beautiful in person and not playing him for a fool.
He checks himself for the tenth or eleventh time in the mirror, ensuring the buttons on his white button-up aren’t accidentally asymmetrical and that an appropriate amount of his chest is showing–trying his best to walk the fine line of “dressed up, but not too dressed up”.
He went back and forth on the tie, ultimately deciding it might be a tad too much. He does choose a nice belt buckle–a sleek oval with engraved wildflowers and a skull in the center. He adjusts and readjusts the buckle so it sits just right below the belly of his tucked shirt. He knows his stomach has gotten a little soft over the years, a long way from when he used to care about having a more trim and toned body.
But he’s never been self-conscious about it; his body does what it needs to do to get the job done, if not for his lower back. But he’s been content with himself, not too bothered.
Until tonight, that is.
He shakes it off, nothing to be done about it now. He just hopes she likes her men a little soft in the stomach, but hard where it counts. Besides, if he has it his way, by the end of the night you’ll be craving every inch of him regardless.
He finishes up by rolling the sleeves on his shirt to the tops of his forearms. He does know he has nice arms, one full of tattoos. If construction does anything, it does guarantee that. He figures he should play to his strengths. Not to mention he fucking hates the feeling of tight, buttoned sleeve cuffs around his wrists.
He checks the time on his watch, muttering a “shit” as he hurries out the door.
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The moment he lays eyes on you, he’s absolutely positive he must be dreaming. There was no way you look as good as you did in your picture—hell, better.
You did wear a dress. A flouncy little lavender thing that molds to your breasts perfectly while still putting your cleavage on display, making his dry, nervous mouth suddenly feel like a water slide—one he would love for you to ride on. His eyes slip down to where the dress lands a little higher than mid-thigh. Enough to still be decent, but enough to still look plenty indecent.
When he catches your eye, you light up, and it might be the most breathtaking sight he’s ever witnessed. He jumps up from his seat at the table reserved for the two of you and reaches for your hand to place a light kiss to the back of it. Lips still hovering over your skin he says, “You look absolutely stunning, darling. So pretty.” He allows you to relinquish your hand and hurries to pull your chair out for you. You give a small giggle at the gesture and offer him a polite thank you as he scoots you closer to the table.
Before he can help himself, he dips low by your ear and whispers, “Somehow even prettier than your pictures. I didn’t know that was possible.” You blush slightly at the words and Jungkook strolls back to his seat across from you.
“And you are a big handsome man, Jeon Jungkook. I’m very glad that I was right.”
You glance at the table, taking in the small bouquet of flowers laying on the center of the table.
“Oh!” Jungkook hops up again, swiftly picking up the bouquet and rounding the table to offer them properly. “Almost forgot. For you, of course.” He shifts on his feet, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry, got so distracted with you walking in all…perfect and cute.”
You give him a light laugh in return, pressing the flowers to your nose and inhaling. “They’re beautiful, thank you, Jungkook.”
Jungkook nods matter-of-factly, giving you a bit of an awkward smile. “I apologize, my dating skills are a little rusty.”
“You’re just fine,” you say with another small laugh. “I’m gonna go run these to my car, okay? So we’ve got some room on the table.”
“Shit,” Jungkook mutters, shaking his head, “I’m sorry, I didn’t even think about where you’d have to put them, I just wanted to be polite—”
“Jungkook,” you gently interrupt as you stand with a delicate hand on his shoulder and the flowers pressed against your chest, “I love them.” You make sure he is making eye contact with you when you deliberately nod reassuringly.
You smile at him again, sliding your hand down his shoulder to his bicep, squeezing so lightly he’s not entirely sure you actually meant to do it, before letting go and winking at him over your shoulder as you head out to your car.
Oh, you definitely meant to do it.
Jungkook looks down sheepishly, smiling a little to himself. He feels the tips of his ears heating up. You called him handsome. You squeezed his bicep. You loved the flowers. Fuck, he’s got to shake off this awkwardness. It is not doing him any favors. He stretches his neck from side to side, rubbing it as he takes his seat again.
The second time you approach the table, you look just as radiant. When he stands again to help you into your seat, you bypass your chair and press a soft hand to his chest. “I can pull out my own chair, but thank you. And thanks for the flowers.” You lean in on your tip-toes and give him a peck on the cheek. Pink rapidly starts to bloom where your lips had been and he tilts his head in gratitude, only retaking his seat once you’ve taken yours.
Right then the server appears, and you order a red wine. Jungkook takes that as his cue to finally have that glass of whiskey he’s been yearning for, for about the past three hours.
As the server leaves, Jungkook’s brows scrunch together as he looks up at you. “How the hell are you so good at this? I feel like I’m floundering to impress you here.”
You shrug, a smile dancing at your lips once more—god, he could watch that smile for hours and not get bored a single second of it. “You remember I told you that I typically know what I want.”
“I do. And I greatly admire it right about now. Feel like a goddamn fish outta water.”
you take a sip of your water that had been set with the table.
“I’m doing my best out here,” he sighs, lifting his hands in a helpless gesture.
“I think the good news is it can only get better from here,” you tease again with a smirk. “I can wade through the awkwardness because I know full well what’s on the other side of it.” Your eyes dip down ostentatiously to what you know sits just below the lip of the table, and then slowly rake back up Jungkook’s torso to his lips, finally meeting the spark that has ignited in Jungkook’s own eyes. “Unless you end up being all bark and no bite,” you add with an innocent lilt to your voice.
Jungkook feels a low growl travel up his throat. “Oh, I bite.”
The server chooses that moment to deliver your drinks. Jungkook clears his throat a little, shifting in his seat as he wills the prickling of arousal in his body to subside for the moment. As she sets down your wine, you offer a quiet thank you to the server, then glance again at Jungkook and respond with a simple, “Good.”
The banter comes easier after that. It seems like neither of you can really help the sexually-charged quips that keep slithering out of each other. In a way, Jungkook is grateful for it.
Sex he’s comfortable with. He can do sex. Romance, not so much. And as much fun as he’s having playing the gentleman with you, he is itching to show you what he truly has to offer. Prove that he is bark and bite. See those perfect tits spill out of that pretty dress like they’ve been fighting to do all throughout dinner.
When the check arrives, Jungkook immediately reaches for his wallet.
“Do I need to do that thing where I pretend like I want to help pay, or can we just skip that?”
Jungkook flicks his eyes over to you with raised brows before he slides his card into the black check presenter and hands it to the server with a polite smile and an expression of gratitude. When the server is on her way, Jungkook lets out a small chuckle and looks back at you. “Oh, you’re gonna pay, darling. You’re in charge of dessert.”
You quirk an eyebrow back at him. “Am I now?”
Jungkook nods, running his thumb back and forth over the rim of his empty whiskey tumbler. “I’m in the mood for something juicy and sweet. Any ideas?”
Your tongue mindlessly, mesmerizingly caresses the straw in your water. “Something with whipped cream and a cherry on top maybe?”
Jungkook scoffs, leaning in across the table with a harsh whisper, “I know a goddamn slut like you don’t still got her cherry, but you better believe if you did I’d be popping it tonight while you scream out my name.”
A wicked smile crosses your face as you adopt an innocent cadence to your voice. “But I do still have my cherry, daddy.”
That goddamn name again. With that goddamn voice to go with it. “Fuuuuck me,” he mutters, desperately wishing he had another whiskey to toss back. But he fully intends on taking you back to his place as soon as the server returns. “You better knock that shit off real quick or this restaurant is about to get a front-row seat to me spreading open your precious unpopped cherry, little girl.”
You meet him with a determined look of your own, squinting your eyes with a challenge. “You don’t have the guts, old man.”
Jungkook is about to leap out of his chair when the server cheerily places down the black book and thanks you both for dining before leaving again. Jungkook snatches his card from the book and shoves it into his wallet before leveling a finger at you. “You need to learn some manners, babygirl. If you agree to follow me to my place, daddy will teach you those manners.”
Your eyes flicker from his pointed finger to his eyes. “I can be very stubborn.”
Jungkook smirks. “I like ‘em stubborn. Makes it all the sweeter when they finally break for me.”
That line gets you. You swallow. “Fuck.”
Jungkook scribbles in a generous tip on the receipt, mostly grateful that the server didn’t hover much and left the two of you to flirt awkwardly (in his case) in peace. He gets up and offers you his hand to help you stand. When you take it, he hauls you up close to him as you let out an unexpected gasp. He drifts his mouth to your ear like he had earlier, but this time his words are far less congenial. “Think very carefully about whether you decide to follow me, babygirl. Because I fully intend on fucking ruining you for every other goddamn man who even thinks about this cunt.”
As Jungkook heads out the front doors and pulls his car out onto the street, he doesn't even look back to see if you’re following.
He knows you are.
So far, Jungkook is fucking perfect. You love how awkward he was trying to impress you. You love how he gradually transitioned into that dominant personality when he became more comfortable. And you love that, when it comes to sex, he seems to be able to read you like a fucking book.
Like, the man bought you fucking flowers. Come on. Who the hell buys flowers for a first date anymore? Maybe a guy who probably did most of his dating in the early 2000s, you guess.
But seriously, how were you not expected to open your legs at the first chance? He’s straight out of a dirty rom-com. The way his sexual banter comes so easy to him, dishing it out as well as he can take it. Threatening to fuck you in the middle of a restaurant. Whispering in your ear how he’s going to destroy you for other men.
If it turns out he can, you decide, you’re going to fucking let him.
Jungkook’s car rolls up the driveway of a nice suburban home, on a nice suburban street. You follow, pulling up the drive next to him. Before you even have your seatbelt off, Jungkook is opening your door for you and holding his hand out for yours.
“Such a gentleman,” you purr playfully, accepting his hand. You’re pretty sure you hear him mutter under his breath, “Not for long.” That makes you smile. He drops your hand in favor of placing his on the small of your back, guiding you up the front steps to the door.
You almost expect him to jump you the second he unlocks the door, but he doesn’t. Once you’re both over the threshold, he presses the door closed behind him with his back and leans against it, his arms folding across his chest.
You give him a sultry look, taking one step toward him. Before you can take another step, he holds a finger up, indicating for you to wait. You wait.
“Now before we do this,” he starts, his voice calm and velvety in the tension-filled air, “I want to make sure I’m not gonna spook you.”
“I don’t think you’re gonna spook me, daddy.”
His head tilts away the slightest bit at the word, and you see a flex in his jaw. “Regardless. I wanna clarify. Is there anything I said to you during that…text conversation…that you didn’t like?”
Your heart swells a little at his deliberate consideration. It is so rare for a guy to actually make you feel safe and reckless at the same time. “Not a single thing,” you breathe, shaking your head. “Trust me, I’ve read it over about a thousand times at this point.”
You have. You didn’t want to bother him much after it happened, hoping he would make the first move. Instead, you just read the conversation over and over, your eyes lingering over his filthy words as you allowed him to bring you to orgasm two, three, five times over the few days Jungkook hadn’t reached out, just through his written words.
Lucky for you, he did make the first move. And now you hope—fear—that he might be getting ready to give you the best night of your life.
His eyes trace over your face, deciding you were telling the truth. “Well,” he flexes his biceps as they stretch across his chest, and looks down at the hardwood floor for a moment before meeting your eyes once more, “I can get a little intense. I’m a man who likes being in charge, who likes putting little troublemakers like you in their place. I may slap you, I may choke you, I may spank you. That okay with you?”
You nod eagerly. Oh hell yeah you wanna be slapped, choked and spanked by him.
“Your face is real pretty, darling, but I need you to say it. Let me hear that pretty voice too.”
You clear your throat. “Yes. That’s okay with me.”
Shit is it ever okay with you. You’re not sure you’ve ever been so okay with something. You’ve experimented plenty, tested the waters of more kinks than you can count on both your hands (as well as your toes if we’re being honest). You know exactly how you like to be treated. You already feel yourself shivering the tiniest bit with excitement and possibility.
“You have a safeword?”
You nod. “Honeysuckle.”
“Alright. You use that word if you need to, for any reason, and we stop. No questions asked. Otherwise, I’m gonna assume everything is fine and I’m gonna keep going. Understood?”
“Yes, daddy.”
“Good girl,” he rolls off the door at his back and saunters over to you, gripping your chin in his large hand. His thumb catches and drags along your jaw with a callused touch that you think you could quickly get addicted to. As he speaks, you feel his breath ghost over your lips, “We’re gonna have some fun, aren’t we, babygirl?”
Your eyes flutter closed as his nose traces up and down the shell of your ear, completely losing yourself in the sensation of him being near you.
“Answer me, babygirl,” he orders quietly but firmly into your ear.
You swallow and nod your head, “Yes, daddy.”
“Good girl.” The combination of his praise and the intimacy of his deep voice floating into your ear has goosebumps shooting across your flesh. “That’s what you call me. Daddy or Sir. Is that clear?”
You quirk up the corner of your mouth. “Not ‘Mr. Jeon’?”
You don’t anticipate the sharp slap that lands on your cheek, whipping your head to the side. You feel the sting immediately after, and you have the insane thought that you want him to do it again. He jerks you back by your chin to look at him, eyes unflinchingly blazing into you. “I’ve already told you once not to call me that. Or were you lying through your teeth about reading those texts a thousand times?”
You know you shouldn’t, but you can’t help the smile that spreads on your lips. “I remember, sir,” you reply, testing the new term on your tongue to see how it feels. You like that one too, you decide.
“Seems like you fucking forgot. I hope, for your sake, you got a better memory going forward. and you better wipe that goddamn smile off your face. Little girl’s got a fucking death wish.”
You struggle to rein in your smile, biting into your lower lip. “Yes, sir.”
Jungkook’s hands find your hips, walking you back until you hit a wall. He inhales deeply into the crook of your neck, shaking his head as he exhales. “Nothing but trouble, just like I said.”
“I’m sorry, daddy,” you sigh as Jungkook’s mouth sucks wet kisses into your neck and down to your collarbone.
“Not yet, you ain’t,” he grumbles into your skin. His hand skates down your thigh, gripping near the back of your knee and hitching it up onto his hip. Your dress raises with it, revealing your lace panties to the open air. The fabric, already flooded with your arousal, chills against your flushed pussy with the new exposure. “But you will be, babygirl.”
You already know how big he is from his picture and video, but when he grinds his crotch against yours, you start to understand how big he really is. A moan falls out of your lips at the thought.
“Feels awfully big, doesn’t it?”
You whimper in response, his mouth still working its way across your chest and onto the swell of your tits in your dress.
“What do we do if it doesn’t fit?” He proposes as he grinds against you again, hand clutching tight into the flesh of your thigh at his hip.
“I don’t know, sir,” you pant out.
Jungkook chuckles with a darker tone than he has before, and the sound inexplicably has a gush of juices defiling your panties further. He raises his head to curl his tongue at your earlobe and nip it playfully. “We make it fit, babygirl.”
Your head falls back against the wall with a breathy moan, daring to bring your hand up to bury into his hair and tug lightly. Thankfully he groans into your neck at the action. You nod your head, a little shakily. “We’ll make it fit, daddy.”
“Good girl. Now let me see these pretty tits. Practically bursting out this slutty little dress, hmm?” He slides his hand around to your back, finding the zipper and pulling it down. The top of your dress droops down over your waist as you slip your arms out of the straps. A dexterous hand makes fast work of the clasp of your bra, and you allow that to fall too, leaving you naked from the waist up. “Fuck, babygirl.”
Jungkook’s face immediately drops into your chest, hands squeezing them together to nip and suck at them. “Shit, this is all I've been thinking about all week. These perfect fucking tits.” You gasp as he takes a nipple into his mouth, biting and sucking until it’s hard and stinging while he massages the other in his broad hand. He dutifully mimics his ministrations on your other breast until they are both red and glistening.
Breathing heavily at your chest, he suddenly pulls away, grabbing your hand and tugging you behind him. “Fuck it, waited long enough,” he mutters, leading you up the stairs and through a door at the top—his bedroom. Your dress falls down your hips on the way and you step out of it hastily along with your heels.
Jungkook drags his eyes up and down your body in nothing but your soaked thong as he jerks his shirt out of his pants, making quick work of the buttons and shedding the garment. “Get on your fucking knees.” The order is cold, domineering, and you don’t think twice before obeying. “Fuck, the way those pretty things bounce when you drop to your knees for me. Naughty fucking thing.”
You look up at him with an attempt at innocence, bringing your hands up to play with your tits for him. “Not used to a beautiful, young girl being on her knees for you, daddy? This is new for you?”
His eyes burrow into yours, his face stoic as he flips open his belt buckle and unfastens it deftly, sliding it out of the loops and tossing it onto the floor. He raises an eyebrow at you. “I’d think twice about antagonizing me like that if I was you. Got you on your knees pretty damn quick, what makes you think you’re the first young, slutty piece of ass I’ve had looking up at me with those big, baleful ‘fuck me’ eyes?”
He cups your chin in his hand, using the other to undo his jeans and pull down the zipper. “You got something to say, little girl, then say it. before you get your mouth full.”
You blink up at him, swallowing the excessive saliva gathering in your mouth at the thought of him filling it. “Nothing, sir.”
His eyebrows shoot up. “Nothing? That smart little mouth always got something to say, and when I let you speak you got nothing?”
Your eyes dart away from him as you let out a quiet breath. “I just…,” you shuffle on your knees nervously. “You mentioned you were out of practice, so I thought maybe…”
“Look at me,” he barks out at you, and your eyes hurry back to him. “You look at me when you’re talking to me. You got something to say, you say it right to my face.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Now, when I said I was rusty I meant about the whole dating, romance thing. I don’t gotta wine and dine a girl to fuck her.”
“You wined and dined me,” you point out.
Jungkook nods. “I did. And now that I think about it,” he removes his hand from your chin to rub at his own, fingers scratching against his jaw, “I haven’t heard a thank you for that, have I?”
You play the dinner over in your head, analyzing whether he’s right about that. “I thanked you for the flowers.”
“Didn’t see you eating the flowers though, did I?”
“No, sir,” you reply softly. “Thank you for the dinner.”
Jungkook strokes your hair gently for a moment, then grips it harshly at the root, jerking your head back so you’re looking at the ceiling. “Open your mouth.”
You do as you’re told, opening your mouth wide. You can’t exactly suck him off from this angle, but you don’t ask questions.
He doesn’t make you wait long for the answer. Without warning, he leans over you and spits directly into your mouth. Your eyes fly open in shock. You’ve done a lot of things. Yet, for some reason, you have never had a man spit in your mouth. You feel it glide along your tongue and pool at the back of your throat.
“There’s your dessert, babygirl,” he grunts coldly, “Swallow it and say ‘thank you’.”
Something akin to shame paints your cheeks pink, but you love it. The feeling of degradation has your pussy pulsing in your panties. You make a point to meet his gaze as you swallow down his spit, mixed with your own, and say, “Thank you, daddy.”
He loosens his hold on your hair, stroking it softly again. “That’s a good girl. See? Told you I’d teach you some manners.”
“Yes, daddy.”
Jungkook crouches down to your level and palms your cheek, brushing your skin with his thumb. “Good manners get rewards, babygirl. Would you like that?”
You hum as your eyes drift closed at the rhythmic movement of his thumb. “Yes, daddy.”
“Look at me, babygirl,” he prompts, but with softness this time. Your eyes fall open again to stare into his for a moment before he tilts your chin and presses a gentle kiss to your lips. It’s exceedingly chaste in comparison to everything else you’ve done up until this point, which makes the tips of your fingers and toes tingle.
He deepens the kiss slowly, bringing his other hand to wrap around your neck. Not squeezing, but a comforting pressure that has you sinking into his kiss even further.
“You taste so sweet, babygirl,” he muses, placing a final kiss on the corner of your mouth.
“Thank you for my reward, daddy.”
He nuzzles his nose against yours, “You’re very welcome, baby. Thank you for being a good girl for me.”
You take a deep breath. “Can I…”
Jungkook pulls back enough to watch as you speak. “Can you what, babygirl?”
You fiddle with the hem of your panties, but look him in the eyes like he asked. “Can I please suck your dick, daddy?”
Jungkook’s gaze falls to your lips as he licks his own. “You say ‘please’ so fucking pretty.” He hoists himself back up and finishes pulling his cock and balls out of his underwear and undone jeans.
Your eyes go wide as you drink him in, his hand wrapped around the width of himself making it look even bigger. He strokes himself leisurely, using the pre-come at the head to lubricate the slide, staring at you with hooded eyes. “What do you think, baby? Not quite so eager when you see how big it really is?”
You shake your head. “I still want it, sir.”
He lets out a laugh. “Of course you do. Cock hungry little whore.” He taps the leaking head against your bottom lip. You immediately lick the pre-come off in your haste to get just the briefest taste of him, savoring the saltiness on your tongue. “Greedy cumslut. Spit on it.”
You look up at him hesitantly, but he nods down at you. You gather your saliva in your mouth and follow instructions, spitting it onto the head of his dick. Jungkook groans, stroking himself from tip to base and spreading out your makeshift lubricant.
He makes you wait for it, makes you watch as he strokes himself at a languid pace. “Being such a good girl for me. So responsive. What are the fucking odds that the person on the other end of my wrong number is a bratty little slut like you? Just my type.”
“I’m very lucky, daddy.”
“Shit, I'm lucky, babygirl. Lucky you were brave enough to push me to talk to you. Lucky you’re such a desperate fucking whore, you get your tits out for every man who gives you the time of day. Isn’t that right, baby?”
“Yes, daddy.”
“Say it out loud for me. What are you?”
You bite your lip, affecting a façade of innocence that severely contradicts your words. “I’m a desperate whore.”
“And what should a desperate whore like you do when on her knees in front of a giant dick like this?”
You furrow your brow as you search for the best answer. “Beg?”
Jungkook shakes his head, “Not unless I tell you to. Whether you get this dick is not up to you, is it?”
“No, sir.”
“What you do is you shut up and take what you’re given.”
You nod in response, not wanting to speak unless he asks you to after that instruction. He places his hand at the back of your head as he moves closer toward you.
“Now, open nice and wide for daddy.”
A whimper slips out as you drop your jaw and stick out your tongue for him.
Jungkook starts by rubbing the head of his cock along the length of your tongue, letting every inch, every taste bud get its fill of him. He is thick and heavy on your tongue, already stretching your mouth to accommodate him. You can’t help moaning around him as he dominates your mouth.
“Very good. Now keep that tongue out,” He instructs as he pushes further in, not stopping until he hits the back of your throat. You reflexively gag against him, your jaw protesting against the size of him, but you stay steady. His hand on your hair digs in tighter, ensuring you stay still as he fucks in and out and taps at the back of your throat repeatedly. Your reaction to the intrusion tampers as he goes, allowing him to take you faster, rougher.
Tears well and break free from the corners of your eyes and your nose starts to run at the relentless onslaught of his cock aggressively claiming your mouth. Jungkook’s grunts and groans mesh with the wet, sinful sound of your gagging as you relax your jaw and give it over to him to just take.
“Good fucking girl. Knew a slutty, cock-starved bitch like you would take this dick like a champ.” He pulls out and you cough, saliva running thick between your lips and his cock. “Look at you, darling,” he smacks his cock against the side of your face, then the other side, then your dripping lips, “Fucking pathetic.”
You just open your mouth for him again.
“That’s right. Open right back up for me.” He begins to fuck your mouth punishingly, bringing a hand to your chin and smearing your spit wherever he can reach on your face. “Such a fucking mess.”
He eases up again, using the head of his cock to spread more of your spit across your skin. He guides you with a firm hand down below his dick until you’re level with his balls “Suck.”
You waste no time mouthing wetly at them, sucking each ball into your mouth and lathing over them with your tongue. Jungkook’s moans grow louder as he strokes his cock above you. “Just like that, yes baby. Such a filthy mouth on you. So much more useful–fuck–when it’s filled up.” You hum around him, glowing with pride at his small break in composure.
“Alright, babygirl, that’s enough. Gonna make me fucking come already,” He grunts out, pulling your mouth from between his legs. He grips your upper arm and helps you stand. Your knees twinge from the sting of the carpet rubbing into them and your jaw aches from the stretch, but your hormones are soaring and your pussy is practically vibrating with how hard it’s throbbing.
You let him lead you where he wants you, which happens to be in front of a full-body mirror hanging on the wall. You take in your nearly naked form in the reflection, watching as Jungkook wraps his hands around your waist and hooks his chin over your shoulder.
“I want you to see what I reduce you to when you’re with me. See how fucking wrecked you are just from me fucking one of your holes. Look.”
You definitely see it, that’s for sure. You take in your blown-out pupils, your puffy red lips, your watery eyes, and your tangled hair. A mixture of tears, snot, and saliva coats your flushed cheeks and thoroughly fucked features.
You look used. Taken.
Ruined.
“You see it?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Remember it.”
You nod at him in the mirror.
Jungkook’s hand travels south as he locks eyes with you in the reflection. He toys with the band of your panties, then slips his hand inside. Your eyes follow his hand hungrily.
“Look at me,” He orders. You return to his heated gaze, forcing yourself to hold it as he dips a finger between your folds for the first time. You have to fight your body’s will to roll your eyes into the back of your head at the unbelievable zap of pleasure that comes from finally being touched. You fear if you disobey his orders he’ll stop, and you think you’d actually rather die than cause that to happen.
His finger traces lazy circles around your entrance, sliding around with far too much ease. “Shit, babygirl. You could swim in these fucking panties they’re so wet. Filthy fucking girl, getting off gagging on this dick.” He slides in with zero resistance, pulling a moan from your raw throat. “This cunt is screaming that she’s ready for my cock, isn’t she?”
Another pitiful moan vibrates your lips as he adds a second finger, spreading them inside as he fucks you. Your clit feels like it’s straining for his attention as it goes neglected, but you don’t dare speak. You simply melt into his avaricious eyes as he winds you up around his fingers.
Your hips jut forward in search of even an ounce more of pressure as you whine, shamelessly seeking relief as your orgasm begins to spiral without him so much as bumping into your clit. Jungkook tuts in your ear and removes his fingers at your actions and you groan loudly.
“Now, now, don’t get greedy, babygirl.”
“Please, daddy,” You sob, grabbing at his arm that’s now resting on your stomach, fingers still wet with your juices. “Don’t stop. I’ll do whatever you want, just please don’t stop.”
Jungkook chuckles in your ear, extracting his arm from your grip. “Oh, darlin. Unless you use the safeword, you’re gonna do whatever I want regardless. Not much leverage there.”
As much as you hate to admit it, you know he’s right. You would do just about anything this man asked you to do at this point. He has you feeling so safe, so seen, that your safeword is far from the front of your mind. Still logged away in case you need it, but laying blissfully dormant in a corner of your brain. You’re as wrapped around his finger as your pussy was moments ago. You don’t know what this man is made of, but it’s intoxicating your senses, bending your will to his like some ethereal elixir trickling down your throat and seeping in through your skin.
He taps his two glistening fingers at your lips. “Clean up your mess.”
You oblige, sucking the digits into your mouth and enthusiastically licking them clean of yourself. He pulls them out with a pop and uses his spit-slick hand to play with your tit, squeezing the flesh and pinching at the nipple. “You let me play with you like a little doll, don’t you, baby? My little fuckdoll.” Then his hand is gliding up your chest and around your neck again. He presses in on the sides of your windpipe just enough to hinder your air supply. “Are you on birth control, babygirl?”
Your brain wades through the fog clouding your thoughts from the pleasurable thrill of the suppression of oxygen. You manage a nod.
“That’s good,” He mumbles into your neck, sucking and scraping his teeth and clearly not caring about leaving marks on you. You know you should probably be concerned with the state of your neck tomorrow, but you truly cannot bring yourself to give a fuck. Particularly so when he continues his thought. “Because I intend to shoot my load so deep inside this pussy that you taste it on your tongue.”
Your head drops back in a loud moan, “Yes, please, daddy!”
He tightens his hand on your neck, your brain going hazy again. “Listen to you, begging for this cum. You probably let anyone with a cock bust their nut in that fucked out hole. Dirty fucking slut. Wouldn’t be surprised if you feel so wet because you got another man’s load in there right now. Hmm?”
The humiliation at his words has your whole body burning hot. You take a grateful gulp of air as he slackens his grasp on your throat. “I don’t let anyone cum inside me, daddy! Only you!”
“You’re goddamn fucking right, only me,” He growls, delivering a hard smack to your pussy over your panties. “This?” He cups a hand over your crotch and digs his fingers in, “is fucking mine.”
You nod frantically, “Yes, daddy! All yours, I promise!”
At last, Jungkook releases you, spins you around, and shoves you in the direction of the bed. “On your back. Wanna watch your soul leave your body when I stretch you open for the first time.”
You scramble onto his bed, crawling to the top and plopping yourself among his pillows. Jungkook strips off what remains of his clothing, and you can’t take your eyes off of him. Seeing him fully naked has your cheeks going hot and your brain working overtime. You allow yourself a moment to take him in and admire just how truly sexy this man is. His wide , buff shoulders with a trail of tattoos following his manly arm, chiseled jaw, the fucking piercing at the corner of his brow, the enviably plush lips with silver rings . Your eyes roam down his strong, broad chest to his kinda soft belly, looking absolutely delectable. You want to bury yourself in that torso, kissing it and biting it and laying your head down on it after.
His still prominent V, thick, sturdy thighs frame that beautiful, massive dick. You want your mouth on every goddamn inch of him at once.
Jungkook clears his throat under your awed stare. When glance back up to his face, you could swear his expression goes momentarily bashful. “Like what you see, darling?”
“Very, very much, sir.”
“Feelings are mutual, babygirl.” He crawls up the bed after you, hovering over your sensitive body. You know it's probably in your head, but you almost feel a staticky sensation flowing between the two of you as he glares at you hungrily. He sits back onto his calves and flattens his hands against the top of each thigh, inching them achingly slow toward your panties. He hooks a finger under the hem at both hips and tugs them down at a frustrating pace, clearly enjoying every moment of your desperation.
Your body starts getting fidgety. “Please just take them off,” You whisper hastily, hopefully quiet enough that he doesn’t hear, but of course he does.
He raises an eyebrow at you and pauses, leaving your thong in place halfway down your calves. “Are we not being patient, baby?”
You bite your lip, your fingers clutching absentmindedly at his duvet. “I think I’ve been very patient, daddy. Just want you. It’s a compliment.”
That elicits a little smile from him. “Is that so? You think that’s how this works?” You shrug sheepishly. “Who’s in charge here, little girl?”
“‘You…”
He tilts his head in a manner that feels oddly threatening. “And who here decides whether you even get fucked at all?”
You whine, admittedly a little childishly, “Daddy, please–”
You hear the slap before you see or even feel it. This one was harder than the last one. The impact has your head swinging sharply to the side, followed by the ignition of a thousand fiery pinpricks where the smack landed on your face. You exhale a breathy gasp at the sheer force of it as tears well involuntarily at your waterline. A warm hand puts pressure on your smarting cheek, thumb stroking soothingly at the rapidly blooming red. When he speaks, his voice is low and admonishing, but with an undertone of compassion. “Do not whine at me like a bratty child. Especially when I am asking you a specific question that I expect you to answer. Understood?”
You nod as you scrunch closed your eyes to rid yourself of the tears. “Yes, daddy. I’m sorry.”
Jungkook brushes his thumb up below your eye where a tear has escaped, wiping up what he can. He locks eyes with you as he brings the finger to his mouth and wraps his lips around it, sucking off the salty evidence of your distress.
Something like that from anyone else in the world, you think, would come off as truly unhinged. But because it’s Jungkook, the act just serves to arouse you more. Him getting off on your humiliation, your pain, your suffering. Every issuance of degradation, purely for his own twisted pleasure.
It’s so fucking hot.
The way he masterfully seems to manipulate the levity of each moment since you entered his home–taking, then giving, then taking again–has the synapses in your brain firing at each other. The exhilaration of never knowing what he’s going to do next has your body in a near-permanent state of stimulation. It makes you want to poke and prod at him but humbles you enough to pick and choose your battles with him.
Jungkook rids you fully of your panties after that, flinging them somewhere behind him. “Are we happy now? Finally getting what you want,” he grunts. He wedges his hands at the back of your thighs and lifts, pushing your knees up by your ears. “Hold yourself open for me. Let me see what’s mine.”
Your body shudders at the rush of air between your legs and the anticipation of getting his dick inside you after what feels like a million years of waiting. You take over his grip on your legs, hooking your hands around the backs of your knees. Maybe you should be ashamed of how open you are for him like this, but the sick thrill of depravity ebbs away any disgrace.
“Fucking hell,” Jungkook groans in wonderment as lays on his stomach with his face at your folds, spreading your lips lewdly with his fingers. “Perfect fucking tits, perfect fucking pussy.” You do your best to crane your head forward to watch as his head dips low, licking a firm stripe up the whole center of your cunt. You jolt reflexively toward his mouth for more. Just that one lick has your legs shaking in your hands and your clit burning with the desire for release.
Jungkook lays a single wet kiss to your clit, sucking for barely a second before pushing himself back up onto his knees and crawling over you again. His mouth shines with your wetness and a mischievous smile. “You ready for me to pop this cherry, pretty girl?”
You can’t help but laugh a little deliriously. Partly with unbridled horniness, partly with the utter absurdity of the false notion that you could possibly still have your virginity, particularly with in contrast to the indecency the two of you have committed in this room already. You do, however, love the little callback to your earlier dinner banter.
“I’m so ready, daddy.”
“You sure? It’s gonna hurt.”
“I want it to hurt,” You whisper.
“Shit,” He mutters in response. He takes his dick in his hand and you feel the blunt head of him press at your entrance. Once again, you’re forced to come to terms with how huge he is in comparison to your hole. You expected him to maybe stretch you more with his fingers first, try and make the initial intrusion a little easier. Then again, you’re not at all surprised he doesn’t. Jungkook’s sadistic streak has already poked its head out a couple times tonight, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t scratch a correspondingly masochistic itch of your own.
“Daddy, it’s too big,” You whimper as Jungkook teases at your dripping hole.
Jungkook nuzzles along your ear. “Now, baby, remember what we said earlier?”
You turn your head toward his, your noses brushing lightly and your breath mingling together warmly. You nod. You reply in a small voice, “We make it fit.”
“That’s right, babygirl.”
And Jungkook pushes in.
The initial shock of pain has the breath whooshing out of your lungs, punctuated by a high-pitched moan. The pain rapidly dissolves into pleasure as Jungkook continues to roll his hips steadily into you, inch by inch. Jungkook grunts through clenched teeth, “Such a tight cunt for such a filthy whore. There you go, baby. You wanted this dick so bad, fucking take it.”
All you can do is moan as your hands slip from behind your knees to wrap your legs around his waist. You’re flooded with relief when Jungkook permits the shift, continuing to rock his hips gradually until he’s bottomed out inside of you.
“Shit, that’s so fucking big.”
“I know, baby,” Jungkook placates as he pins your wrists above your head with one big hand. “Just take it like a good girl.”
Jungkook begins a brutal pace, pulling out to the head and snapping his hips into you with increasing speed. Your heels dig into his ass, silently begging for him to give you as much as he possibly can.
“How does it feel babygirl?”
Your breath comes out in spurts as you try your best to answer, “S-s-so fu-cking good! F-f-fucking in-in-credible!”
“Splitting you right fucking open, isn’t it, baby? Sucking it right up this fucking cunt.”
“Y-yes daddy!”
A hand comes up to squeeze at your throat, and your eyes start to roll at the heady sensation. The lack of air intensifies the rhythmic pounding of Jungkook’s dick inside your pussy, a floaty feeling trickling through every vein.
“Pretty little thing, letting yourself get used by a dirty old man like me. Spreading these fucking legs like I’m paying you for it.” Jungkook pulls out swiftly, flipping you over onto your stomach and yanking your ass in the air as if you were a ragdoll. His hand comes back around to grip your throat lightly as he shoves himself back inside in one thrust, settling back into that grueling pace. This position has his hips smacking into your ass on every thrust, the sound ringing filthy and wicked around the room.
“There we go, taking it from behind like a real whore now, huh?” He releases his hold on your neck as he gathers your hair like a ponytail into his fist, jerking your head back and using his grip on it like a handlebar, holding you in place as he wrecks your hole.
This angle has Jungkook hitting impossibly deep inside of you, and your pussy is screaming for attention. You’re pretty sure all Jungkook has to do is brush your clit and you’ll be coming all over him. As if he can read your thoughts, Jungkook mercifully drops a hand between your legs and starts rubbing circles around your clit. “Come on, babygirl, I know you’re close. Been close all fucking night, huh?”
“Yes, daddy, please!” You sob, greedily rocking your hips into his hand as your orgasm burns heavy in your stomach. The hand in your hair releases in favor of curling it under your shoulder, hauling you deeper onto his dick.
“Come for me, baby, come on this dick.” His permission has the band inside you snapping completely, throwing your head back with a garbled mess of “thank you”s and “daddy”s and “sir”s, your legs shaking violently below you. Little pulses of lightning sizzle along your skin as your release runs its course, leaving you boneless and thoroughly sated.
Jungkook continues to fuck into you roughly, both hands clutching at your hips. “That’s a good girl, let daddy use this sweet cunt to get himself off. Just like that.” A hand comes down hard on your ass, making you jolt forward, but you’re too exhausted to let out more than a squeak. “Fuck, daddy’s close, baby,” He groans out, smacking your ass again to feel you squeeze around him.
Jungkook’s movement becomes erratic as he approaches his own release, grunting to punctuate each thrust. “Gonna flood this fucking pussy with my cum. Fucking...take…it…” he growls out as his own orgasm finally hits, slamming in all the way to shoot his got semen as deep inside you as possible with a loud, primal moan. He drops down onto your back to breathe heavily in your ear as his dick softens slowly. “Good girl…” he pants out as he strokes the back of your head affectionately.
He rolls off of you gently, and you immediately feel the loss of his cock from your aching pussy. You have half a mind to beg him to just put it back in again to fill the void. Instead, Jungkook coaxes you to lay your head on his chest as he envelops you in his arms, scratching lightly at your back in a way that has you melting into his body. He uses his other hand to intertwine his fingers with yours and inhales deeply into your hair.
The two of you lay in companionable silence as you come down from your highs. Jungkook is warm and soft beneath you, smelling of cologne and sweat and sandalwood. You vaguely feel a trickling sensation between your legs as Jungkook’s cum starts to slowly flow out of you onto your thighs and the bed beneath you. You let it happen, getting secret pleasure from being coated in whatever Jungkook saw fit to give you.
Jungkook is the first to break the silence.
“How’re you feeling, darling?”
“Pretty sure I can honestly say I’ve never been better,” You admit.
He presses a long kiss onto your head. “You did so good for me.”
You smile broadly into his chest, placing a little kiss of your own there. “I fucking hate that you were right.”
“About what, darling”
You look up at him, taking in his furrowed brow and adorably sex-tousled hair. You heave a great sigh and crane your neck to plant another kiss on his jaw. “You’ve ruined me for anyone else.”
You see Jungkook fighting against a smile on his lips. “Sorry about that. I did warn you.”
“That you did. But as you now know, I don’t listen very well.”
“Nah, you just need a bit of a firm hand. And I don’t mind giving that to you.”
“I don’t mind receiving it.”
Jungkook smiles fully now, tightening his hold on you. “I think I would count this as a successful first date.”
“Very successful, I’d say. Not sure how we top this one.”
“I mean…” Jungkook trails off, as if deciding whether he should continue his thought, but ultimately does. “You do have one hole I haven’t claimed yet.”
His words have your heart racing in your chest and the traitor between your legs heating up again when it definitely shouldn’t. “Fuck.”
Jungkook chuckles darkly, burying his face in your hair again. “Just food for thought.”
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