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“Don’t like sharing, hmm?” Jungkook’s voice strained as his lips and teeth grazed the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your spine. The softness of his lips paired with the sharp edges of his teeth playfully biting, sucking and pulling at your most sensitive spots had you writhing in his grip.
Hands caressing your hips and thighs, he got off on that pathetic expression on your face, distorted with pleasure. Eyebrows pulled together, you whined, throwing your arms around his shoulders, closing the proximity between the two of you, the sensual smell of his cologne still lingering at the nape of his neck.
“Don’t like ‘em staring at what’s yours, hmm?” Jungkook’s hands cradled the back of your head, hips bucking into you at a brutal pace.
Memories flashing, tears prickled at your lashline. You winced into his hair, trying to muffle your high-pitched pleas. Just a few hours ago, there was this girl all over your boyfriend. Her arms caressing his biceps as you watched her practically eye-fucking him with her Bambi eyes. Obviously, Jungkook was quick to shut her down and remind her of her place by snaking his arm around your waist, tugging you into his side, whispering something dirty into your ear, loud enough for her to hear.
“Mhm-mhm,” you protested, attacking his neck with kisses. Red marks that would soon turn into that purple-blueish color that you loved so much appeared on his skin shortly after, your stamp of ownership over him. “Mine,” you mumbled, innocently batting your lashes at him.
“Oh, darling,” your boyfriend cooed, drying your tears with the palm of his hand. His eyes were soft while his hips remained glued to yours, not allowing you to catch your breath. “You’re the only one,” he reassured you, his thumb pushing past your lips as your tongue swirled around it, your mind finally at peace. It was a rare occurrence for him to be sincere like this. Putting his love for you into words was something he always struggled with.
“J-jungk-kook,” you stuttered, sucking harder. Instinctively, your hips trashed in his grip, trying to run from the overwhelming sensation of your boyfriend’s cock sliding in and out of your hole. His marked neck was slick with sweat, pupils dilating from the immense amount of pleasure.
His eyes went dark when you felt his dick twitch inside of you, his tip nudging against your uterus with every thrust. His cock was a perfect fit for you since he was the first one to shape it according to his size, length and girth, hitting all the right spots.
“Fuck,” he groaned, throwing his head back, his lips parting. “You’re so wet,” he pointed out, taking in the milky-white ring of pre-cum that formed around his base, slimy strings connecting your pussy to his cock.
“Can’t-t take it anym-more.” stumbling over your words, your nails sank into the flesh of his shoulders. “Please l-let me cum,” you pleaded, dragging your lips across the expanse of his cheek.
Suddenly, his thrust slowed down, one of his hands finding your exposed boobs. While his thumb played with your nipples, he used all of his remaining strength to spin you around and forcefully pin your body against the couch.
Legs in the air, you knew what you had to do. Folding yourself in half, Jungkook was able to shift his entire body weight onto you. Your gaping hole was still plugged up by his cock, but now he was able to reach even deeper. Mating press was your favorite position. It heightened the sensation of your boyfriend driving into you, working you open before giving you his load. The position allowed you to keep his cum inside of you, relishing in the feeling of being pumped full.
Jungkook’s thrusts were slow, but precise, loose strands of his hair tickling your face. “Gonna give you my load.” he was close too, having a hard time forming coherent sentences. “Keep you full ‘til you're waddling around with my baby in your tummy.” his hand pressed down onto your abdomen, visualizing the outline of his dick.
“Please!” you were getting desperate, bucking your hips against his to meet his thrusts.
“Letting ‘em know that you’re in good hands.” he cradled your face in his palm, keeping your eyes on him.
Jungkook delivered one last thrust before letting go, feeling his cum flood your hole. “Yes… yes!” you cheered, locking your legs around his waist. Your fingers were still working on your clit, riding yourself through your orgasm. “Knock me up!”
His chest was heaving with each breath, oxytocin was being released and his body twitched with adrenaline yet he didn’t pull out, determined on giving you his babies.