BTS Smuts

Mommy(JungKook)

Warning! Mommy kink! I suggest playing Fetish by Selena Gomez. I love her music n shit!! Ugh so good~ enjoy!
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JungKook sits cross legged in the master bedroom, aka you and his room, with his laptop on his knees, scrolling through PornHub. He knows you hate when he watches porn, but you're not home right now, and he's really horny. You've punished him before, but he doesn't care right now. He clicks on an interesting video, that involves a Daddy kink. Now, he has a Mommy kink, but he'd love to hear you call him Daddy, even though he's the submissive in the relationship. He starts watching, growing even hornier by the minute. He grows impatient, and throws a hand in his boxers, stroking his erect member. "Fuck..." he moans, giving himself a hand job. "God, I wish Y/n was here..." but you are. You've been listening in on him jacking off, growing hornier by the second. And, you're angry.

You leave the door, and go to the room where all your sex toys are held. He doesn't know where they are, and that scares him. You pull out a whip, handcuffs, and a blindfold, walking back to your room. You listen to his moans for a little while longer, and then bust through the door. "Y/n?!" "You've been a naughty boy, JungKook." The look of terror in his eyes, excites you greatly. "What did I tell you to call me in private?" "M-Mommy.." "What?" "Mommy." "And did you call me that a minute ago?" "No..." "apologize." "I'm sorry." "Good." You pull up the office chair, and instruct him to sit on it. He does so, and you handcuff his hands to the arm rests. "Mommy?" "This is what you get, baby boy."

     You stroke the whip, smiling evilly, assessing his chocolate abs, wondering what it'd look like, having whip marks on it. "Mommy..." "aww, is baby boy scared?" "..." he doesn't reply. "C'mon JungKook. You know you have to tell me when you're scared. So, tell me. Are you scared, baby boy?" "Y-yes..." "I couldn't hear you?" "Yes, I'm scared, Mommy." "Good. Are you sorry for watching porn, and jacking off?" "No." "Wrong answer." You whip him hard, and he cries out, pleasure and pain coursing throughout his body. "Apologise." You whip him again. "Mommy, I'm sorry!" "Not good enough." You whip him harder. "Mommy, please forgive me! I'm so sorry!" You tilt your head, and drop the whip, straddling his hips, and looking him dead in the eyes. "You know Mommy doesn't like to hurt her baby boy, right?" "Yes..." "good." You stroke his cheek, and then kiss his soft lips deeply.

     While making out, you slowly unbutton your dress shirt, and slip it off, exposing your black bra. Then, you slide your skirt down, stepping out of it, leaving you in your heels, and lingerie. You slowly grind against his crotch, earning low grows from both you, and him. "Mommy..." "Fuck..." "Mommy...I'm hard." You smirk. "Good. Because Mommy is wet, and wants to fuck baby boy." He blushes. You are very much the dominant one in bed. "Mommy, can you uncuff me?" He asks sweetly. "No." "But Mommy..." "I said no, baby boy." You pick up the blindfold, and tie it around his eyes, smirking all the while. You stroke his soft, black hair, and then pull his boxers off, his semi erect member finally springing free from its confines.

"You're so big, JungKook." "Mommy..." he blushes, his face a bright red. You slowly stroke him, poking the pink tip occasionally. "Y/n..." "don't disobey me." You bite his neck harshly, leaving a large, purple mark, and he whimpers. "I'm sorry, Mommy." He whispers. "You know Mommy loves you, right Baby Boy?" "Yes." "Good." You sooth the area where you bit him with your tongue, softly sucking on the skin. "Mommy.." he throws his head back, light, soft moans escaping from his parted, slightly chapped lips. You place kisses all over his neck, and exposed collarbone, leaving several hickeys, claiming him as yours. "Ugh, please don't stop!" He cries out, hands gripping the armrests, knuckles turning a pale white. (Is that even a thing? Lol idk. Made sense in my brain).

You let the tips of your long fingers graze his abs, feeling him up as you nibble on his earlobe. "Mmm." Then, you travel downwards, placing kisses on his shoulders, and throat. "Are you enjoying this, Baby Boy?" He nods furiously, and finally, you undo the blindfold, letting it fall to the carpeted floor. "Mommy..." his cheeks are tinged a light red, and a single bead of sweat trickles down his face, splashing onto his naked body. "You've been a good boy so far, so I'll reward you. Do you want a tit job, or more hickeys?" "T-tit job please, Mommy." "Ok." You slowly unclip you bra, and shrug it off, nipples hard, from the cold.