Playtime - A Book Of BTS Smut And Fluff

Kiss Marks - Jungkook NSFW

It's true what they say, no one is a bigger critic of themselves than themselves. And that much was true for Jungkook. The Golden Maknae would spend hours after a new video came out online of him just rewinding bits and watching scenes and just criticising himself. "Look at how I'm dressed!" "I'm so fat." "My nose is so big." Every single time you'd sit there next to him, listening to him putting himself down and despite all the words of encouragement you gave him, it still wasn't enough. 

It happened again. You were sat in bed with Jungkook reading a book and out the corner of your eye you could see him scrolling through Twitter. He was watching the videos taken of him at their latest concert, was staring at the pictures. And though the fans were practically drooling over him, he still didn't feel like the Jungkook everyone else saw. 

"Look at that," he groaned looking at a close-up of his face. "Why am I so ugly?"

You didn't say anything. You were, in part, too annoyed with him so if you said anything it would come out harsher than intended. So, you threw the duvet back, stormed towards the corner of the room, and dragged the floor length mirror to the edge of the bed. "You. Clothes off. Edge of the bed. Now." You ordered. 

Jungkook was a bit taken aback. You'd never spoken to him like that before. "Yeobo, I'm not in the mood."

"Jungkook. Now." 

You turned your back on him and headed towards the bathroom, hearing his clothes lightly hit the floor. The bed squeaked under his weight and he sat there waiting as you'd told him. In the meantime, you were in the mirror, grabbing your red lipstick and putting it on. Putting a lot of it on. When you emerged, you looked, for all intense and purposes, like a hooker. Jungkook giggled a bit, as did you when you saw his reaction. But that soon faded. 

"I'm looking like this because I need to show you every single part of you that I love. Do not take your eyes off that reflection, understand?" 

Jungkook nodded. In the mirror, he watched as you stood and walked around the mirror to the other side of him. Your lips landed on his cheek to start off with. Then you kissed his ear. You kissed both his eyes; his chin; his nose; his jawline. He felt and watched as you moved downwards to his neck; his clavicle; his shoulder; his biceps; his chest. Red kiss marks were placed down his abs, his hands, each individual finger. And when that colour started to fade, you applied more lipstick. You kissed his calves, his thighs - multiple times because you just adored his thighs. That was when the atmosphere started to change. 

Jungkook's breathing became shallow, and you could see that you were getting to him. There was no hiding it as he was completely exposed to you. As your lips moved closer up to his cock, you started to feel him really lose his mind.  You flicked your eyes up at him and saw that he was still mesmerised at your reflections. His entire body was covered in little red kiss marks that he couldn't seem to keep his eyes off. That was, of course, until he felt you take his cock in your mouth and take it all the way in. His eyes closed and he groaned, and almost fell back onto the bed. It wasn't until you took him out of your mouth, he opened his eyes again and looked at you. "Don't take your eyes off that mirror." You told him. And, he did as was ordered. While you were bobbing your head and deep-throating him, all he was watching was the mirror. 

It was almost as if he was having an out of body experience. It felt like he was being naughty and watching a completely separate couple getting their kicks, and he was hiding behind a door observing the situation, though he knew he shouldn't. His hands gripped the bedsheets below him so tightly, his knuckles were turning white. He didn't moan - it wasn't that he didn't want to - he just couldn't. There was something in him that just couldn't come out, despite how much he wanted it to. Your tongue on him, working that magic like you never have before, it was a wonder how he lasted as long as he did. 

His breathing became even more erratic, his abs were contracting against his will. There was nothing about this situation he was in control of, and he loved it. 

When you finally let go of him and stood back, you applied more lipstick and kissed his lips, a passionate, deep kiss that smeared the colour all round your face, and his. During the kiss you grabbed his hands and stood him up. You moved to the side and made him look at what you'd done to him in the mirror. Around the base of his cock was a thick, deep red lipstick ring that just added to the hundreds of kiss marks all over his body. And his face, well, there wasn't much of his natural skin colour left, because if the lipstick wasn't hiding it, his blush was. 

You stood on the bed behind him and ran your fingers gently up and down his biceps. "Look at you." You began. "You have your flaws, of course you do, but there is not a single inch of you that isn't perfect. You have a big heart, and a beautiful body to match." Your dominant hand moved down his body. "I love," you took his hard length in your hand, "every," you began to stroke him, "single thing about you." 

"Fuck." He mumbled. His eyes closed and his head rested on your shoulder. You allowed him this; it wasn't as important as the last time. You allowed him to feel you where he needed you the most. You allowed him to buck his hips into your hand as your grip tightened and your stroking got faster. His hand gripped onto your wrist quite tightly, almost as if he needed something stable to hold onto as you made him feel as though he was walking on cloud nine. And when he came, he came hard, and loudly, finally using his gorgeous voice to call out his pleasure as his thick cum spurted onto the mirror and dribbled down your reflections. 

Still with his eyes closed, he could hear you giggle. When he opened his eyes, he looked at the mirror and saw what you were laughing at, but also became very bashful given just how exposed he was and how vulnerable he allowed himself to be. "I think you ought to go and shower. Clean all that crap off you." 

He turned to face you and put his lips very close to yours. "I will." His hands came up to your legs and gripped onto the back of your knees. "But first," he pulled and knocked you down onto the bed. He climbed on top of you giggling. "I think it's time I showed you just how much I love you."