S. THERAPIST: A jjk smut written by @orgkoov on Instagram. Warning: Explicit content 🔞

"So you are saying that your séx life is so boring to you? Your husband, Mr. Kim Taehyung, can't make you feel full? It's an arranged marriage, right?” the therapist, Jeon Jeongguk, asked as he leaned back in the chair after listening to you. According to you, your séx life wasn't interesting at all, you talked about it with Taehyung too, so he suggested you see a therapist. Today, you came to your therapist and told him about your incomplete séx life. Intercourse with taehyung was always limited to his release and a major part was missing. You couldn't point it out, but something was missing.

Your eyes roamed around the tattooed hand of your therapist, the first time you saw him after years, you felt attracted to him again. Lowkey you were hoping for something to happen between you. “yes.” you blushed as you answered his blunt words. “princess, there's a lot more to séx.” your heart skipped a beat, hell, a whole playlist on this nickname. Jungkook stood up from his seat and walked towards you slowly while rolling his sleeves up to his. Elbow, giving you a better view of. His veiny and tattooed hand. He bent down at your level after coming close to you before asking, “what do you think about me?”

You couldn't answer, you looked down as your fingers played with your wedding ring. He puts his fingers under your chin and makes you look up at him. “Be honest Princess, and besides I know it all,” he whispered seductively.

“what do you want me to answer jungkook? No? I don't think you are hot.” you breathed out. “haha, do you mind if I put my hands in your panties because I know you are damn wet, I am familiar with the smell of arousal, Kim y/n.” your arousal increased a lot more than before as his hot breath blew on your ear.

“fuçk me.” you finally let out. You let out your fantasy. “gladly princess,” he replied before picking you up and putting you on his desk. “you better get out of those clothes, kitten.” you felt his hand traveling painfully slow to your core as you moaned quietly before you could stop yourself. You knew he had his signature smirk plastered on his face again, clearly proud of his effect on you. You huffed, exasperated by his boldness.

He went to sit down in a chair beside a full-length mirror, watching you undress. His smile didn’t falter under your annoyed gaze. A wide grin spread across his face, the clown paint making him look wicked.

You got down from the table and began to undress. Jungkook motioned for you to come closer. You frowned - he was still in his costume. He patted his thigh before you could open your mouth to ask what the hell he was playing at. You purse your lips, feeling more embarrassed by the second, but you sat down on his long legs, completely naked. He purred contentedly, his hands caressing your arms and chest, placing wet, open-mouthed kisses along the line of your jawline, neck, and underneath your ears, the way Jungkook knew would make you lean into him for more. And this is exactly what he needed.

He swiftly turned your body around, pushing your back flush against his chest, and sunk his teeth into the side of your neck, making you yelp in surprise. Before you could register what was going on, you had either leg hooked over his knees and he spread them wide, locking you in place. This way, you were fully nude and completely exposed to your therapist’s lap, unable to close your legs, looking at yourself in the full-length mirror in front of them. You felt your blood rushing to your face, earning another smirk from jungkook.

“Don’t tell me you’re shy now.” Jungkook feigned worry, teasing your skin with the tips of his fingers, grazing over your most sensitive areas. “You were so good when you asked me to fuçk you. I want to see you whole.”

You felt him kissing your neck as you moaned softly at his words and his touch. His hands traveled down your body, working on your hardened nipples, one going even further to rub your clit. You stiffened against him with your mouth agape, moaning breathlessly as he picked up the pace. “God, you’re so fucking wet”, jungkook groaned into your neck, nipping at you in all the right places.  

Soon, you were wailing desperately under his touch, back arched into him, hyperventilating. His skilled fingers worked mercilessly on your sensitive, now swollen clit. Your mind was blank, desperately wanting to reach the sweet release. You arched your back, slowly, moving against his palm when suddenly, you got incredibly hot to the touch and almost stopped breathing. His breath got caught in his throat too, his eyes going wide, looking at your reaction in the mirror in front, wishing to remember every single detail about this image. He could feel his dick straining against the material of the costume.

You came undone, moaning throatily, and he felt his hand getting soaked in hot fluid. His brain stopped working for a second, processing what had just happened. He blinked, looking down to find a small clear puddle at his feet. You sensed his body tense behind you and heard him inhaling through his teeth. You soon realized that you squirted, “Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I–” your eyes met his eyes in the mirror, his pupils blown out, eyes wide and unblinking. He looked insane for a moment. And suddenly, he resumed, rubbing you with much more vigor, breathing quickly against your ear.

“Do it again, you never squirted before with me” he growled, growing even harder with every moment. He wanted to see it again, to feel how much you couldn’t control yourself from the pleasure he was giving you. However, you kept shifting back and forth, squealing and whimpering, trying to avoid his fingers. It was too much for you to endure, the hot jolts coursing through your body almost painful, you were so overstimulated.

Jungkook grasped your face and forced your head hard towards him. “Again!” He snarled, his eyes lustful and demanding, looking even more deranged with the creepy, smudged jester makeup on. Something caught his eye right next to your head and a wide, sinister-looking grin slowly spread on his face. “...or I will make you.”

Your breath hitched in your throat. Your body started to tremble in anxious anticipation. Excitement mixed with fear and desire makes your skin break out in goosebumps. You knew for sure you wouldn't be able to stand the intensity of it all.

“gguk”, you squealed pitifully when his fingers brushed your swollen clit, as he hitched his knees higher, making it impossible for you to stand up on your own now. “I can’t take this, it’s too much–”

“Too much already? After just one orgasm? Ooh no,” he cooed mockingly, “my poor, poor kitten. Too bad you have no say in this.” He kept toying with you, sliding your sensitive nub between his slick, skillful fingers, deaf to your pitiful pleading. Without a warning, he grabbed you by your throat with his free hand - forcefully enough to drive the point across. “And now. Do. It. Again.” 

Jungkook bit your neck again to steady his mind. He wanted to pay you back for all those times you made him cry and beg for relief. He wanted to drive you to the point of madness, the same way you did. He wanted to make you babble incoherently, his name the only thing etched in your barely conscious mind, exactly like you did it with him, time and time again. And most importantly, he wanted you to squirt on him, again and again, and again. But he had to make sure.

“Do you want to use the safeword, Hm?” He inquired. Without breaking eye contact, he slowly brought his slick-covered fingers towards his mouth and licked them clean, humming with pleasure. He knew how much you loved his tongue on you. “just like before, sweet.”

“please do me with your big cóck gguk.” In no time, he removed his clothes and you felt him push his hard cōck forcefully inside you, stretching you wonderfully. You were so wet that you didn’t need any time adjusting - and thankfully so, because jungkook just simply lost control.

Your mind went haywire. The immense pleasure occupied every single part of your body, making you babble incoherently, slurring a mix of 'yes', 'f.ck', 'god' and 'gguk' was driving him closer and closer to his own release. He couldn’t think straight, his hips pounding you in feverish, animalistic almost, frenzy, hitting all the sweet spots that made you see sparks before your eyes. And then, you came again, screaming his name, scratching his arms, chest and back, pulling him into his own release right after your own.

“Did this make you feel full?" Jungkook questioned as he picked you up and put you on the sofa before wearing his clothes. "yes it did," you replied as you felt all your senses coming back to you slowly. "good. By the way, did I tell you what is missing between you and taehyung? Love. Oh yes, one more thing, he is with someone else, be aware of your husband, he is not your best choice.” he called out of his own office after wearing his clothes.

Back story: check the caption for it.

I don't know how I feel about his one. I started with you and your but somehow I ended up on her and she and it took me some time to correct him man, I am gonna cry. I did not proof head it so please correct me if you see any grammar of spelling mistakes. Here's the backstory :Jungkook and you were dating back in college but due to some reasons, you married taehyung, it was an arranged marriage or more specifically, a business marriage. Somehow you and taehyung ended up having a lot of intercourse sessions but none of them felt like intercourse, y/n broke jk heart and today when she came to see a s. Therapist, it was Jungkook, her ex boyfriend, it has been hinted at a lot of times. Jungkook is still kinda obsessed with her and had someone run some background check on them (y/n and taehyung) that's how he knows.