《Little Bit Of Trouble (Jungkook Fanfic) ✔》F O R T Y - O N E
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As the littles all started waking up, they one by one left, leaving only Kookie and I in the house. I decided to get a quick shower while Kookie was sitting on my bed, watching cartoons. I took my shower, and smiled, thinking about how great the party went. I still couldn't believe he cried out of happiness. It really made me appreciate what a truly tender heart he had. I really did luck out when Namjoon decided to introduce us. I continued to smile at the thought as I turned off the shower. I grabbed the towel to dry my hair, and as I did, I was greeted by a sound I did not expect...not at all. I heard a woman's moans coming from outside the bathroom door, taking me by surprise. I wrapped the towel around myself and opened the bathroom door to see Kookie sitting on my bed cross legged, his eyes wide. His mouth was hanging open slighty, little puffs of breath escaping his lips. He had the remote in one hand, and the other was placed conveniently on his crotch.
"Kookie! What on earth are you watching?" I asked as I walked to the other side of the room. He jumped and turned red, dropping the remote as he looked at me. I saw a man and woman engaged in some pretty hard core sex up on my tv. I noticed him rubbing his crotch slightly with his hand as he looked at me, biting his lip.
"I sorry, Mommy. The show was over and I looked for another one but I couldn't finded one. When I changed channels, it came on. It maked me...."he said, blushing furiously.
"What, baby?" I asked, walking over to him. He eyed me up and down, making me now painfully aware that I was only wearing a towel.
"Mommy...I want big boy time." he said, looking at me with want in his eyes. Oh shit, this was a first.
"Big boy time? You don't want to be big?" I asked, walking over to him and sitting next to him on the bed. He shook his head as he still rubbed the heel of his hand over his crotch.
"Can you make me feel good?" he asked, swallowing hard, his breath catching in his throat a little bit. Jeez, why was this so difficult when he was in headspace. I didn't want to hurt his feelings by rejecting him, but I would have preferred him to be out of headspace.
"You want to feel good, baby boy?" I asked as I sat on the bed next to him. He nodded quickly as his tongue darted out to wet his lips. I leaned forward and put my hand on his, stopping his movements. He started to let out a whine and tried grinding his hips upward, looking for friction. I rested my lips against his and started kissing him softly, pulling his bottom lip in mine and sucking on it slightly. I pulled away as he let out a little moan, his eyes full of desparation.
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"Please...." he asked, biting down on his bottom lip. I quickly pushed him back into the mattress, making his eyes go wide. I got up on my knees and leaned over him, making him breathe heavily.
"I will make sure my baby boy feels so so good." I almost whispered in his ear, causing a small whine to escape his lips. I started kissing his jawline and down his neck, sucking on his soft skin every so often. I could see him starting to rub the heel of his hand down on his crotch again out of the corner of my eye.
"No touching, baby. You want Mommy to make you feel good, so be a good boy for me baby." I smiled, pulling his hand away from his bulge, now damp with precum from where the head of his dick was. He whimpered as I kissed down his collar bones, letting my tongue dip around them. I lifted his shirt with my free hand and ran my fingertip over his sensitive nipple. He arched his back slightly, leaning into my touch.
"Mmm hurry, Mommy!" he groaned, his hand starting to grip the sheet beside him,
"Be patient, baby boy. If you want me to make you feel really really good, you have to be patient." I grinned against his skin as I let my tongue brush his nipple. He moaned, starting to writhe beneath me, his breathing increasing. I continued to kiss down his abdomen, until I reached the waistband of his boxers. I watched his dick twitch underneath the fabric in anticipation, as I grinned up at him.
"So eager for me, aren't you baby boy?" I asked, letting my fingers work just under the edge of the fabric.
"I w-want you!" he whined as I started to slowly slide his boxers down. His erection sprang free, the tip angry red with precum already running over his head. I ghosted my fingertips up his length as he let out a deep gasp.
"So sensitive." I crooned as I gripped it a little more firm in my hand. He thrusted his hips upwards, whimpering loudly at the friction it allowed.
"P-please, Mommy." he breathed, staring at me with such lust and want in his eyes. I started slowly stroking him, eliciting a long whine to leave his lips.
"So good, baby. You are my good boy." I said, stroking him faster. He let out whimpering moans almost constanly as I began to grip a little bit tighter. I licked the head of his dick, making his eyes shoot open as he looked down at me.
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"Ohhhhhhh th-that f-feels...mmmMM!!!" He moaned loudly, thrusting his hips upward as I took him in my mouth.
"Mmm soo good for me." I continued to praise as he wiggled beneath me. I kept alternating between licking, sucking and stroking his dick and a painfully slow speed.
"Ahhhh sh-shit" he moaned, his eyes rolling back in his head. I stopped moving, making him whimper.
"Baby, you know you don't curse when you are little. It's one of your rules isn't it?" I asked, eyeing him. He nodded quickly bucking his hips up, dying for movement.
"I-I sorry! Please! N-need to f-feel good." he moaned, his dick throbbing, leaning over heavily on his stomach. A small spot of precum started to pool on the skin under where his head laid. I licked his stomach, tasting him against my tongue as he whined, looking for more.
"I don't know...you broke a rule, baby. Do you think you should get to feel good?" I asked, brushing both of his nipples at the same time, making him moan out loudly.
"Y-yes, p-please!" he whined, his dick spurting more precum out onto his stomach.
"Look at you, all needy for me. I bet I could make you feel good just like this." I said, pinching his nipples in my fingers. He moaned and arched his back into me, his dick throbbing again.
"P-please touch m-me, Mommy! I be good, I p-promise." he breathed, his hands roaming dangerously close to his flushed erection. I saw the fingertip of one of is hands just barely brush the edge of his dick, making him whine again. I crawled up to make myself even with his face, kissing him deeply as I ran my hands over his body. He breathed heavily through his nose, still trying to buck his hips upwards.
"Mmmmmm so good. You are such a good boy, baby." I groaned, relishing the feeling of his soft lips on mine. He wriggled under me at the praise he was receiving, so I decided to continue.
"You are such a beautiful baby. You are Mommy's handsome prince." I groaned as he looked at me wild-eyed, begging for relief. I kissed down his neck as I gripped his dick in my hand, making him moan loudly. I started stroking him fast, making him wriggle underneath me, letting out loud, open-mouth moans almost constantly.
"S-s-sooooo g-g-goooood!" he groaned, his body starting to tremble in pleasure as I continued to stroke him fast.
"Mmmm that's it, baby. Let go and feel good." I said, as he wriggled beneath me, his body twitching and trembling.
"Ah ahhh ahh I f-feeling funny!" he half moaned half yelled. I knew he had to be close to his orgasm, his dick hardening in my hand. I continued to stroke him as I moved down slightly and enclosed my lips over his head. He gasped loudly as his entire body went stiff, letting out a loud whine.
"MMmmmm my good boy." I moaned around his head, flicking the tip with my tongue. That was all it took for him to release in my mouth, groaning and shaking hard. His entire body twitched as his eyes rolled back in his head, gripping the sheets tightly. I popped him out of my mouth, still stroking slowly as he came down from his high. He looked at me, his eyes almost crossed from exhaustion.
"Feel so good." he mumbled, barely coherantly.
"I'm glad I coud make you feel good my prince. Here, let me get you under the covers and I will come cuddle you to sleep." I said, kissing his belly as I got up. I threw some clothes on quickly and got him settled in bed, his eyes barely cracking open. He got a goofy, sleepy grin on his face as he nuzzled between my breasts, taking a deep breath.
"Love you." he mumbled, his eyes shutting completely.
"I love you too my sweet prince. Sweet dreams." I replied, kissing the top of his head. I was surprised it was as easy as it was to do what I just did once I got in the moment. It wasn't as weird as I thought it was going to be, which made me sigh in relief. I laid there and closed my eyes, relishing the feeling of my sweet Kookie cuddled into me, his breathing heavy now. I was truly happy, and didn't think I had ever been happier.
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