KPOP X READER SMUTS ONESHOTS FF

JJK 🔞

Top: female reader
Bottom: jungkook

Your voice is calm and honeyed.

“Comfortable?”

Jungkook indicates toward the end of the bed with his chin in reply.

“Maybe another one from there.”

“Okay. Here it goes,” you reach over, choose the next best white linen pillow, shake it a couple of times to make it fluffier.

The poufy case soon props up Jungkook’s hips sufficiently from below. You double-check the ropework around his arms connecting them in the middle. All firm and symmetrical, but not too tight.

He’s good to go. This is going to be tons of fun.

With agile fingers of your right hand, you begin to stroke his cock until upright. Then, extend your left index to the camera tripod at the side of the bed.

Click.

Pressing play comes with a little blinking symbol on the screen. Just a moment later, a counter pops up next to it as well.

lovesubs.com | stream status: online | sub lover count: pending...

After a few seconds, ten, fifteen viewers are online. A dozen more join when you adjust the focus of the lens to show Jungkook properly in his supine position.

“Can we start?” you ask, and he hums a suave yes.

Alright.

Showtime.

Not that he isn’t whiny already. But Jungkook likes to play it up once the phone camera is pointed squarely at his collarbones downward — and half of you equally. Seated on your heels between his legs, nothing coating your skin except the warm bedroom air that carries with it a touch of Jungkook’s aftershave.

In the meantime, forty viewers have entered the stream, all likely with a fevered stare on the disabled yellow chat window on their screens.

But no chat. No comments allowed. Yet.  

You puff out, gather yourself. Stroke his cock again. The recording catches every pump and twist of your fingers.

After you bend towards his face, a series of soft kisses follows. You explore his mouth so gently. Then, reclined back into an upward position, you go on stimulating both him and yourself with both hands.

Either of you, more by instinct rather than deliberation, makes sure Jungkook’s neatly bound hands are centered on the screen. With every spike of pleasure, they twitch on his belly, aching to move and touch. But they cannot separate nor go elsewhere, frustrating your boyfriend to the point of whining even more. That has you in a cheeky mood, and you let him know. 

“You want a punishment, do you? Say please.”

All as usual.

“I, I want. Please.”

How he says it. So raspy and docile. Hot as fuck.

“Then you’ll have to deal with mistress’ favorite trick.”

You smile to yourself. Whoever is currently tuning into the stream will love it. And Jungkook is bound to break a sweat, too. All mischief, you grab a shapely lube bottle left of Jungkook’s foot with the little polka dot socks on. He already perks up. Spreads his legs a little wider in anticipation.

“I like it when you finger me,” he moans, and it’s riveting.

You smile again, put the bottle down on the bed’s opposite side. The little wooden vintage nightstand with the orange lava lamp on.