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bratkook · 3 years

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quiet, baby. (m) jjk

pairing. jungkook x reader genre. smut, pwp warnings. exhibitionism, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, slightly teasing/mean kook turns into whiny kook at the end lol word count. 3.2k note. today on jlin spews together a smutty drabble while ignoring her other wips just bc that one specific photo of jungkook is eating away at her brain, i give you this, it’s not edited, idk if i hate it or not and i wrote it all on tumblr mobile so..yeah🤩

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“That’s it, slow and steady baby.” Jungkook’s voice comes from behind you, husky and teasing, edges of his lips ghosting around your ear as he sighs when you do exactly as he asks.

Your head falls forward with a choked groan as his hand slips under your skirt, fingers finding their desired target as he begins to circle your clit, your skin feeling hot from his sinful hands. Everything feels stuffy now, the sweat accumulating behind your neck, your face burning in embarrassment at you actually doing this, the thrill of where you were making another gush of arousal escape you.

When you had jokingly teased your boyfriend during dinner, your hand lightly ghosting over his cock through the thick denim he wore, you were lying if you said you didn’t think it would lead to anything besides seeing him flustered as he asked for the check. Jungkook always had something up his sleeve whenever you decided to be bold and you knew your actions would be well worth it.

Apparently you were right, your boyfriend did in fact have plans, the gears turning in his mind as you walked hand in hand down the streets, his half hard cock pressing against his jeans so prominently it was a blessing he wore long enough layers to cover it up. Jungkook wasn’t a sucker, if you thought you could tease him and act coy without getting similar treatment in return you had another thing coming.

As he stepped onto the subway and glanced around he smiled when he took note of one other person occupying the car, tucked away in a far corner with their eyes shut and earbuds blasting who knows what. It was perfect, you were completely unaware of the filthy plan he had as he guided you to the very back, but as soon as the subway started moving so did his hands.

Slowly at first, trailing along the exposed skin of your thighs, playing with the hem of your pleated skirt in a way so innocent you allowed yourself to get comfortable in your seat. Then came the teasing words, knowing just what your fantasies were and using them to his advantage, wrapped neatly with a ribbon on top, beautifully disguised to make you think it was in your favor.

You in fact were a sucker, which is exactly how you found yourself perched on top of Jungkook with your skirt bunched up, thighs held apart and hooked over his knees as you creamed his cock, taking him completely without a care in the world. Each roll of your sensitive clit makes you shudder above him, needing to shut your eyes to stop the possibility of making eye contact with the only other person here, if you couldn’t see them, they couldn’t see you. That’s the mentality that kept you going.

Jungkook simply chuckles when you rest your forehead against the seat in front of you, enjoying the way your body trembles with pleasure, your own hands tightly clutching onto the arm circling around your waist as you do your best to keep your moans in. The pleasure was slowly bubbling inside of you, the roll of his fingers lulling you further under the haze of it all and thats when he speaks.

“Let’s play a game hm?” he whispers, voice sounding steady and unaffected, only making you feel like more of a mess at how you were behaving.

“A game?” Your voice is soft, slurred at the ends as it spills out of your mouth, curling over your tongue as you struggle to speak. Jungkook knows he has you now, your competitive streak mixed with the lust clouding your brain made for the perfect scenario for Jungkook’s plan, there was no way you would say no.

“Yeah,” he sighs, pressing a soft kiss against your cheek, rutting his hips up into you and smirking when you whimper in response from his cock rubbing against your g-spot. “If you can be a good girl and make me cum before our stop, I won’t punish you for your little stunt during dinner.”

“I didn’t–“ you start, the lie catching in your throat before it can even fully form, your nails digging into the leather of his jacket when he spreads your thighs further apart and delivers a swift smack against your aching clit, laughing meanly when your body twitches at the sensation.

“You did.” Jungkook continues to mouth along your skin, kissing down your jaw and onto your neck. When the automated voice fills the car and alerts you of the coming exit you feel the way he smiles against your skin, a small hum reaching your ears at the thought of you running out of time. The shadow of his bucket hat not allowing you to see his eyes when you turn back to look at him in curiosity, but you don’t need to see them to know the evil glint he’s sporting. “Better hurry up baby, we’re a few stops away.”

“Jungkook,” you whine, the first fully audible response from you so far. Could you make him cum in that amount of time? Possibly, but when Jungkook was determined to tease you he could hold off his own orgasm without a hitch, you on the other hand couldn’t and you knew if you came before him whatever punishment he had planned would only stretch out, it could go in your favor but you were too needy to test it out.

“C’mon, this is what you wanted isn’t it?” His hands roam up until he’s gripping your hips, fingers digging into your skin and beginning to guide you to grind on top of him, the torturous glide of his cock rubbing all the right spots inside of you making you gasp.

“No,” you whimper, but the way your hips start to move once more show otherwise, a steady roll of your hips continuing and Jungkook doesn’t need to see the mess you’re making to know just how turned on you are by this. The base of his cock had a pool of your arousal around it, sticky and shiny each time you slid off before rolling back, no doubt ruining his underwear pushed a few inches down but that didn’t matter when you felt this good around him.

The disinterested sigh he lets out only makes you speed up, the loosening grip on your hips as he leans back into his seat has you desperate to keep his attention on you, show him how good you could be for him. With newfound determination your hands move to grip onto the back of the seat a few inches in front of you, holding yourself steady as you begin to bounce on top of him, hoping your actions are discreet enough to conceal what you were doing from wandering eyes.

Jungkook smirks when he feels your velvety walls tighten with each raise of your hips, lifting up until the head of his cock was the only thing nuzzled within you before your warmth took him in once more as you sank back down with a light thump. The rumbling of the subway wheels conceal the noise enough but he isn’t even sure he would care if anyone bares witness to this, seeing you lose yourself on top of him, desperate to make him cum despite being in public.

This had been a fantasy for both of you for so long and as the subway approaches the following stop you feel the tiny sense of panic begin to set in, the bright lights of the station grabbing your attention as you spot a handful of people lingering by the tracks. You still your hips as you wait, hoping none of them would step foot onto the car you were in, not entirely sure if you’d be able to pass off riding your boyfriend as innocently sitting on his lap.

“Is my baby shy now?” His words snap you back, a tilt of his head finally allowing you to see his eyes as he stares at you, a genuine look of understanding being passed between you, knowing if you had become too uncomfortable to continue he’d stop with no questions asked.

Your eyes move to stare out of the window once more, sighing in relief when the passengers board the car in front of you instead and the train resumes moving. “Just don’t want anyone to see.”

Jungkook laughs lightly at your words, sitting straighter as he circles his arms around your waist again, holding you still on top of him with his cock buried deep within you as his right hand creeps under your skirt once more. “Don’t want anyone to see what a needy slut you are?”

His words have the desired effect on you, whimpering and dropping your head back as his deft fingers find your clit like second nature, rubbing tight circles around your hardened nub as you tightened around his length.

“No,” you gasp, “only w-want you to see that.” The desperation laced in your voice makes it hard to recognize yourself but he revels in it, let’s himself soak in your words, the small tingles of pleasure spreading throughout his body before he’s planting his feet firmly onto the floor and thrusting up into you. A squeal of surprise fills the space, piercing through the silence it's a shock the single passenger was still sound asleep with his earbuds popped in.

“Quiet, baby.” he mocks with a teasing tilt to his voice, continuing to rut up into you, loving every moan that slips out of your plush lips, swollen from the way you bit down on them. Jungkook knew neither of you were being discreet now, with the way your body jostled each time he thrust up, your face twisted up in pleasure, illuminated by the bright lights, if anyone glanced in your direction it would be clear as day.

You didn’t care anymore, too lost in the feeling of his thick cock filling you up, the sensation of the denim rubbing along the back of your thighs with each roll of his hips, the familiar scent of your boyfriend's cologne wrapping around you as he held you close. Paired with the way his fingers continued to flick against your clit, it was too much, already feeling your climax approaching.

Jungkook knows, can feel the way your walls get tighter, the tremble in your body as it starts to take over you, the breathy whines of his name as it gets closer. The need to cum has you quickening up your hips, meeting his thrusts in tandem, the two of you so lost in your pleasure you don’t notice the approaching stop. The automated voice doesn’t register in your head, your ears full of the rhythmic thumping of your heart, eyes once again shut and the prettiest pout on your lips that Jungkook could faintly see in the reflection of the window.

“Fuck, so pretty,” he groans, eyes locked onto your reflection, seeing your brows furrow together as your mouth drops open in a silent moan. Just as your orgasm is about to wash over you he pulls his hand away from your clit and stills your hips entirely with an iron grip, with all the stimulation gone your orgasm is ripped away from you, a whiny plea making Jungkook chuckle.

“No, no Jungkook please.” Your hips fight against his grip, desperately searching for any friction to relieve the ache of your ruined orgasm, rutting against him with a frown, head dropping forward as you stare down. With shaky hands you lift up your skirt and sigh when you see the way his fingers are covered in your slick, inches from your throbbing clit, choosing to deny you your pleasure like the teasing asshole he was.

“Did you forget already?” he asks, bringing a hand up to gently rub along your cheek as you whimper, leaning into his touch. When the doors close and the subway takes off again he chuckles, knowing your time was running out, already planning all the ways he would tease you the minute you got home. “One more stop baby.”

Taking a deep breath you try to ignore the flutters in your stomach, knowing exactly what you had to do to make Jungkook fall apart underneath you. When his hand loosens up on your hip you begin moving again, not holding back the moans that spill from your mouth anymore, making a show of grabbing his hands and trailing them up your thighs and under your shirt, knowing just how much he loved your tits.

He grunts against your shoulder in appreciation when his large palm grabs a handful of your boobs over the flimsy bralette you’re wearing, giving them a rough squeeze as you mewl above him. “Fuck, Jungkook,” you sigh dreamily, humming when the tip of his cock nudges along your g-spot. “You always make me so messy.”

Jungkook groans now, your words and the soft wet smacks of your messy pussy sinking onto his cock affecting him, making his head swim with desire as you whine when he pulls at your hardened nipple. “Shit, you feel so warm.” He’s speaking softly, almost like his thoughts are spilling out without warning, always losing himself whenever you become vocal, needing to hear just how good he made you feel to allow himself to bask in it.

His eyes flutter shut, enjoying the drag of your walls on his cock with each roll of your hips, your chest heaving as you panted, his hand still cupping your breast, teasingly tugging and twisting at the pebbled bud, wanting nothing more than to lick and suck his way around your chest but this would have to do.

“Kookie,” you breathe, “wanna feel you, please.” Your earlier orgasm starts to rise once more, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to hold it back before him and with the stop approaching soon he had to cum now to save you from whatever torture he had planned.

“Yeah?” He huffs out a moan, whiny and needy, a complete contrast to the unaffected demeanor he had earlier. Jungkook couldn’t play calm and collected anymore, already diving head first into this, too far gone to be able to pull back now.

“I’m gonna make you even messier for me, s-show you–“ he’s cut off with a gasp when you start to pulse your walls around him, head falling back as a deep groan escapes him, his own orgasm crawling up his spine. “Fuck, show you how good girls get rewarded.”

“Please, I’ve been good, just wanna make you cum.” An unrestrained moan fills the air as he starts to thrust up into you in desperation, the only thought in his mind being filling you up full of his cum, wanting to see it dripping around your ruined underwear, slicked along your inner thighs and concealed by that tiny skirt you wore. You were always so hell bent on teasing him, knowing just how much he loved to ruin you afterwards, turning you into a delirious mess all because of his cock. He loves it.

“Don’t worry baby,” he grunts, the added layers he wore only making it stuffier for him as he begins to sweat, clinging to his body as he pants behind you. “Gonna fill you up.”

Trailing your own hand down your torso your fingers meet your throbbing clit, shuddering on top of him as you start to rub against it, jolts of pleasure coursing through you as your climax inches closer. Jungkook isn’t far off, the coil inside of him tightening as you whimper each time his cock hits the back of your cervix, his brain heady with lust, not being able to hold back the increased volume of his moans.

“Fuck, almost there.” You hum in confirmation, nodding along as your body heats up, muscles beginning to tense, mind starting to float with each flick of your wrist.

“Show me I’m a good girl Kook,” you whine out so beautifully, so needy and desperate for him, and he loses it, rutting into you sloppily until he’s cumming, ribbons of white stuffing you full and warming you up as he fuck you. The feeling of his cum inside you sends you over the edge as well, your thighs giving out on you as you fully plop on top of him, your fingers continuing to rub along your sensitive clit as you shudder and twitch above him.

“Fuck,” he sighs out, panting by your ear and mixing in with the small ringing you hear from the strength of your orgasm. Slowly, his hand slips out from underneath your shirt, rubbing along the skin of your hips to help calm you down as your body trembles. With a small groan you pull yourself off of his softening cock, readjusting your messy underwear before scooting back onto the seat beside him.

Jungkook watches as your eyes widen at the sight of his cock, shiny with your arousal, coated in globs of his cum, looking just as inviting as always. He chokes on a moan when you instantly bend forward and slip it into your mouth, the sensitivity making him whine as you lick his cock clean, pulling off with a pop and a smirk. “Was I good?”

He narrows his eyes at your teasing tone, the devious look on your face showing him that you weren’t done yet. Jungkook thought he had one upped you, caught you by surprise after you teased him and took you on a run for your money by doing this, but you looked completely satisfied with yourself as he slid his cock back into his underwear and pulled his jeans back up.

“You’re evil.”

Jungkook smiles when you laugh, both of you pausing when the automated voice alerts you of your stop approaching in a few seconds. As the two of you stand up from the seats your eyes roam the car once more, a gasp escaping when you realize the only other person here has stepped off.

“Oh my god, when did they leave?”

“Last stop, don’t worry they left before it got good.” He clutches your hands when you go to swat at him, laughing heartily as you approach the car doors. “They totally knew too.”

Jungkook had seen the moment they left, earbuds still pushed in, but the way they had glanced in their direction shaking their head with a smile let him know that he was completely aware of the filthy things you two were doing.

“Jungkook!” you whine, stepping off the subway and onto the platform, grimacing when you feel the way your sticky underwear rubs against you.

“What? This was all part of your scheme you little devil, at least we didn’t have a massive audience.”

Well he had a point, it could’ve been worse, at least this way you were able to tick off the box beside this fantasy. “We’re never doing this again, I don’t care how hot it was.”

Your boyfriend just smiles, intertwining your hands together as you exit the station. He knew you better than anyone so he knew you were absolutely doing this again.

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bonny-kookoo · 3 years

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Kind like you (JJK x Reader) 💜🔞☁️

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: fluff/romance, smut, angst, comfort, friends to lovers

Warnings: kinda dense Jungkook, JK being a brat, slight Tsundere JK, Koo struggling to sort his shit, kind reader, Crush!Reader, soft smut, praising, groping, kissing, pool sex, aftercare, heart to heart convos, they talk about toys lol,

Summary: Jungkook dearly wants to be kind like you. He wants to be so sweet, and gentle, and soft like you’re with him all the time; yet all he does is tease and pick on you, it seems.

Jungkook isn’t kind.

He likes to portray himself as such, whenever it’s needed, but he’s unable to quite make this characteristic a part of himself truly. It’s not like he’s a bad person, not at all; he’s helpful, caring, and well mannered. But he’s mean, he finds it funny when he gets onto someone else’s nerves. It’s like playing a game for him; and he loves winning. He’s good at it; it’s natural for him.

Then there’s you. You’re even more awkward with strangers than he is (which says a lot), but you’re everything he wants to be. You’re so soft spoken, always seeming to know what exactly to say in any situation. You’re kind, always thinking about everyone around you before you think about yourself, typically asking everyone else’s opinion first before you make up your own. You don’t like it when people fight, you never get possessive over things like he does. It’s even the tiniest things to him that make you seem so goddamn angelic; like that one time he whined about the fact that you got the last pack of butter cookies, immediately taking one for yourself to stuff between those soft looking lips, before shyly giving him the rest of the pack- still almost full. He had taken them without thanking you. He thinks about these moments a lot. He wants to treat you like Jimin does whenever you two interact. He’s so sweet with you, easily complimenting you and making you blush with his words, always playfully holding you close without ever making you uncomfortable. It’s weird to Jungkook how much that pisses him off the most. Whenever he’s alone in a room with you, you look uncomfortable- but when it’s Jimin, or Taehyung, you seem at ease. You joke around, and hug them like it’s second nature, while at the same time, you can’t look him into his eyes at any point of time.

He hates it.

He’s talked to Yoongi about it, after he’s seen you leave his studio one day. He knows you sing, he’s heard your voice, has saved every single cover song you’ve made on his phone to listen to them whenever he needs to just shut off his mind and think about nothing. He wants to do a duet with him, yet he knows he won’t be able to ever publish it because of his position in the industry. It frustrates him, yet he would be happy just singing with you for fun- he doesn’t need to publish it, he doesn’t need anyone else’s opinion on it; but he can’t ask you, it doesn’t matter how hard he tries. He can’t get the words out, even teased you for your voice before.

“You sound like a kid!”

He wants to take it back so desperately, but now, weeks after that comment, it would be weird wouldn’t it? It would just make him look like the fool he knows he is. So now he’s sitting in Yoongis studio, listening to your voice by second hand of you will, having been too unsure to come inside while you were recording. He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. “She sounds great, no? Really like the slight tilts she has here..” Yoongi murmurs, placing the visual pointer of his mouse on the spot he’s talking about. He’s right, and Jungkook wants to say that, but he simply shrugs. “You don’t like it?” He asks, and Jungkook again, simply lifts his shoulders.

“Not my style, I guess.”

But Yoongi sees past that attitude as he raises his eyebrow questioningly. “Since when? You sing the same kind of songs all the time too.” He says, and Jungkook just chews on the inside of his lip. “You feeling competition?” Yoongi teasingly asks, and Jungkook scoffs.

“I’ve been trained for years, she’s a simple YouTuber. There’s no reason for me to feel competitive.”

But Yoongi suddenly laughs, burying his face in his hand as he stops the song. “Do you have a crush on her or something? You’re acting weird as hell Jungkook.” He says, and looks at Jungkook, who seems like he doesn’t react- only the tips of his ears grow red, as Yoongi laughs again, breathlessly as usual. “Oh my god you do! Little Jungkookie’s got the hots, I can’t believe it!” He barks out, and Jungkook whines.

“I don’t!” He says. “I absolutely don’t. She’s way too shy, and she’s so girly and all..” he complains, but Yoongi continues to smile. “What?”

“Nothing, nothing. Topic change then.” He says, and Jungkook nods. “Why were you and Taehyung fighting yesterday? Heard you’ve got him quite bad with a pillow.” He asks, and Jungkook groans.

“You said we’re changing the topic!” He says loudly, and Yoongi seems to have the time of his life.

“I am! How should I know the fight was about her?” He asks, and Jungkook kicks his legs with frustration.

“It wasn’t!” He said, and Yoongi raises his eyebrow, resting his head on his hand.

“Why are you getting so defensive then?” He asks.

“Because he shouldn’t send her a topless picture of him like that.” He says.

“I thought it wasn’t about her?” He chuckles.

“Fuck you.” Jungkook retorts, and it’s where Yoongi draws the line.

“Hey hey, calm down yeah? Didn’t mean to poke too much.” He says, and Jungkook nods, apologizing under his breath. “I thought you didn’t like her?” He asks, and Jungkook shrugs again.

“Never said that. But she’s so awkward around me.” He says, now a bit more defeated.

“Ever tried being nice to her?” Yoongi asks, while he continues working on the track to take some pressure off the maknae.

“I don’t know..!” He whines and throws his head back. “In my mind it’s so easy; go up to her, say hello, maybe tell her she looks nice, done!” He exclaims. “And then I say hello and screw it up by making a joke on her account and boom, congrats, fucked it up again.” Jungkook sighes, and The rapper doesn’t say something for a moment until he responds.

“You’re just not like that, I guess.” He explains to the younger one. “But you could try to tone it down a bit. Some of the things you say are actually quite mean.” He scolds gently, and Jungkook nods.

“I don’t know how to do that though.” He says.

“Wrap your compliments up in you remarks.”

“How?” The younger one asks.

“Well, you can’t say she looks nice, right?” The older one asks, and Jungkook nods. “But you always call her shortie.” Again, a nod. “Tell her she looks like a doll.”

“But isn’t that mean too?” He asks, and Yoongi snaps his fingers.

“It’s one of those comments that makes you think. Is it an insult? A compliment? You don’t have to go all in. Tease her in a way that can be taken positively as well. She’s smart enough to get innuendos like that.” He explains, and Jungkook seems to understand as he nods.

Maybe he’ll try that next time.

The next time you’re visiting them, Jungkook is as ready as he’ll ever be to make things count. As you take off your shoes, and hang up your red jacket, he snickers, as he walks by. “What’s up red riding hood?” He says, and he can hear Jimin chuckle from the couch as you follow him into the living room. “She looks like a Disney character with that bag and the jacket.” He says teasingly, and to his own surprise, he can see the edges of your lips move upwards into a shy smile, because he remembers vividly how you'd once told Jimin how much you liked the old classic disney films instead of the new ones.

It’s working, and it’s making him feel daring. Jimin retorts something along the lines of if he’s the wolf in that case and if he would eat her, and he finds his head suddenly on your shoulder, gently reaching over your now seated form on the couch to steal a dumpling from Jimin as he speaks.

“Nah, I’d only eat the ugly ones.” And this time, you’re actually giggling.

It makes his skin tingle.

And the night goes on like that, his typical picking covered in icing sugar, as he watches you become restless on your spot on the couch across from him. He grows addicted to the view, of that sight of your teeth digging into your lip as you grow giddy under his hidden compliments, and Jimin seems to catch up on it pretty quickly. He watches in fascination, as Jungkook keeps his eyes on you, and Jungkook himself feels a pull on his heart when he states that he's slightly (very) upset that you're leaving so early, even though it's almost one in the morning and he typically never even so much as waves you goodbye whenever you leave.

He doesn't mind the slight bullying from his hyungs after he'd waved after your leaving form before you dissappear from his sight.

Jungkook isn't kind.

He likes to portray himself as such, whenever it’s needed, but he’s unable to quite make this characteristic a part of himself truly. It’s not like he’s a bad person, not at all; it's just that he can't help himself when it comes to you. He's quite the sadist really, always bathing in the slight pout and amusing anger radiating off of you whenever he does something to rile you up. It's just like now; even though he knows you hate it, he loves to take advantage of the difference in height between the two of you. He laughes while holding his bowl of cereal while you struggle on the very tips of your toes in the kitchen, trying to reach the pack of sweet breakfast treats that he had placed way higher than necessary.

But it's when you climb onto the counter that several things happen.

First, it's the unintended panty-shot he gets, his pupils practically zooming in on the soft pink fabric on display for his greedy self, making him feel like a schoolboy that just sneaked a glimpse of a naughty magazine his friend had brought into class. It makes his mind fill with images of you, oh-so sweetly laying underneath his form as he pulls the cotton fabric to the side, ready and wanting as you patiently wait for him to connect your souls and bodies in the most intimate of ways.

The other thing however wipes away those images, as his doe eyes widen. It's the realization that you're wearing pink fuzzy socks, on a marbled kitchen counter, the danger of slipping as high as it can be. He knows you're clumsy, knows you're always attracting trouble wherever you go, and it's the small moment of your knee bending, your foot a breath too far off the counter, as you suddenly loose balance. He practically throws his almost empty bowl on the kitchen table before he reaches you, luckily managing to make you fall ontop of him than the cold kitchen tiles below.

At first, it's awfully quiet- there is no one here other than him and you after all. Then, the pain hits him, drumming like the beat of his favorite song, making him drop his head on the floor with a groan. You immediately move at that, getting off of him as you look for anthing that could be the cause. It's when he holds his hand, red seeping through between his fingers that you move. Grabbing kitchen towels for first aid, you help him as best as you can, as he watches you, pain already not so bad anymore as he looks at your delicate hands working on his larger ones with so much care.

He's ready to use it to his fun, yet he stops himself when he sees the tears on our cheeks. "Why're you crying?" He asks, and you suddenly sob more loudly, sniffling as you continue to try and clean his scrape on the back of his palm with running water. He shuts the water off, his hand not even bleeding that much anyways anymore, as he holds your shoulders, body folding over a bit to properly look at you. "Hey hey, why're you crying? I'm hurt here!" He chuckles, but it doesn't seem to do much good- as you just continue.

He suddenly grows more gentle, the hug a bit awkward at first, the close proximity weird for you both, but once he starts to softly rock you both from side to side, his unhurt hand running over your back before he sloppily wipes your tears off of your face- intentionally messily to make you giggle and push his hands off. "You're such a crybaby!" He laughs, as you hold his hand in yours, looking at it again.

"Does it hurt?" You ask, looking up at him, and he swallows hardly as he suddenly grows uneasy with the closeness of you two.

"No, it's just a scratch." He says, suddenly cleaning up the kitchen table where he spilled some of his leftover cereal and milk- simply using it as something to distract himself to calm down. "Why were you even climbing there at all? That's dangerous as hell." He said. "You could've just asked me to get it for you." He ends, and its the most truthful thing he's ever said to you.

Because that's where his deepest intentions with you were hiding. He's so used to being the youngest, of getting away with so much and getting babied by everyone around him, staff or his members, that he craves to take care of someone instead for once. He wants you to ask him for help. He wants you to hide behind his back when you're terrified of Taehuyungs tickle-attacks, he wants you to loose to him when playing video games, just so he can pull you onto his lap, his hands over yours on the controller to show you how its done. He wants you to proudly tell him of any achievement you manage to make no matter how small, just to gain his praise.

He needs you to need him.

Because whenever he's with you, he knows that those compliments and that pure amazement on your face is not because you want something in return, it's simply what it is. You make him feel so appreciated, so desired, so wanted for himself and not for his outside qualities. Because at the same time he loves how passionate you get whenever you notice that you know something better than him- how excited you get when you explain something to namjoon or to Hobi. He want's you to teach him things too, he want's to know what you can do, what you're better at, not because he want's to get better than you, but because he knows you're so much smarter in so many things than he is.

It's your voice that gets him out of his internal terror.

"Oh.. I didn't want to bother you though." You meekly say, and he wants to groan at this, to throw a fit, to be frustrated with you because that's exactly what you never ever do; you could never bother him to the point where he would refuse to help. No, he wants you to bother him. "I-what?" You say, and he suddenly turns around abruptly.

"What?" He asks, terrified if what he thinks just happened really did.

"You said 'But I want you to bother me'..?" You ask, and he wants to slap himself.

"I- I mean, I meant it in like, you can bother me, it doesn't matter much, you know?" He scrambles out, drying his hands after washing his bowl and leaving it in the sink. He suddenly grows uneasy with you in the room, yet he stills at your next words as if frozen in time.

"Oh.. I-" You start, before you step closer. "Thank you then, Jungkookie. I appreciate it." But its not only that, it's the tiny sentence you say and the action that follows that simply fries his mind. "You're not so bad after all." And you place a small kiss against his cheek.

You kiss his cheek.

Your soft lips touched his skin.

And he stands there for a while longer, not knowing what to do.

Jungkook isn't kind.

But over the course of days where you start to grow more and more comfortable, more daring, and more used to understand his language, he slowly mutates into an overgrown puppy.

He demands your attention, loves the way you blush under his teasing, and craves the way you squirm around whenever he's close to you. He's almost certain he's got a chance with you, making his own creativity thrive under your spell. He takes more photos than ever before, starts to be even more active (after you'd accidentally let it slip that you actually like how strong he is and that it makes you feel safe), and all in all simply falls for you.

But its all gone to waste at a certain dinner with his hyungs, that his food suddenly tastes stale, and his appetite is gone. "I want to confess to her, you know? I think I really got a chance." Jimin says, and Yoongi glances at Jungkook, concerned for the youngest since he knows his secret crush. "I mean she even gets along with the brat here!" He playfully says, playfully hitting Jungkooks shoulder lightly, but he doesn't seem an innocent gesture in it. No, Jungkook is riled up, and suddenly stands at the table, taking his cutlery and dishes to discard them in the sink. "Jungkook?" Jimin asks, confused, but Yoongi shakes his head with a sigh after the youngest simply retreated into his room for an early night.

"Jimin, I don't think that's a good idea." Yoongi says, and Namjoon seems confused. "I don't intend to be rude, but your interest changes weekly. Now it's her, the next week its someone else. Jungkook however-" He calmly explains, ignoring the slightly offended look of the dancer across from him. "You know him. He's never shown interest before- in anyone." Jimin slowly seems to understand, as Taehyung nods at it. "He really likes her. Think about it. Once you take that step, there's no going back. There's no 'lets stay friends if we break up' because that's just awkward. There's no second chance for Jungkook."

Jimin slowly nods, suddenly without much taste for his food as well. "I didn't know, honestly."

"It was kind of hard to see not gonna lie." Hoseok chimes in, putting his chopsticks down as he swallows the last bite of food. "He's all over her recently." He explains, and everyone nods.

This wasn't just a simple crush for him.

This was full blown love.

Jungkook isn't kind.

But he also can't say no to you.

He wants to be mad, he really tried to as well. But it's just- he sees your smile and hears your voice, and he's all in your hands, ready and willing to your very command. That's how he finds himself at your tiny apartment, helping you to put up some of your latest paintings on your walls- because initially you'd asked if he or his hyungs had a ladder in his dorm, but after you'd told him you'd use it to climb up to hang some paintings, he'd instead told you he'd help you instead, just to make sure you wouldn't fall and have an accident or something.

He want's to be mad, because he knows Jimin must've made his move at this point.

You seem so at ease, so happy, your steps so light and almost jumpy he wants to cry internally at how cute you are, for someone that isn't him.

"Ah, yes, that's perfect!" You say, and he slowly steps down from your chair he'd burrowed to boost his height a little, your hands weakly trying to steady him while he finally reaches the floor again. "I've made some cold stew yesterday, do you wanna stay and eat a little?" You ask, and he wants to nod, but doesn't.

"I don't wanna intrude or something." He says, grimply smiling as he brings the chair back into the kitchen area where it came from. He hates how deflated you suddenly look, how almost sad you simply nod as you trail after him like a lost pet, something many would find bothering, yet he loved it. He loved how you were always around him like a little shadow, as if to silently stay close to him. "So, you and uhm.. Jimin?" He asks suddenly, unable to keep the words inside.You blink, once, twice, before tilting your head in question. "He.. hasn't talked to you?" He asked, and you shook your head.

"No, what would he want to talk about with me?" You ask, and a very terrifying thought comes into his mind, like a tiny devil on his shoulder whispering in his ear. He hasn't made his move yet, so if he plays his cards right, he could still steal you from him quick and swift. You'd be his, he knows you're too kind to say no if he confessed, and Jimin would stand no chance. But just like the tiny devil, a tiny angel was there as well. Who was he to interfere with someone else's romantic life? He knew Jimin liked you enough to ask you out, and even though his hyung was never one to stay long, it would be an absolute dick move of him to ruin his chances.

But he loved you.

"Oh, you mean about you and me!" You suddenly said, and Jungkook almost choked on his saliva. "He said something about you liking me, and uh, that I should confess to you even though I know you're not interested in me like that- I'm sorry if he said something weird, it's just a weird crush, I'll get over it-" But he short-circuits, and blurts out what comes to his mind before he can think about it.

"Don't!" He says, a little too loud, and your eyes grow wide. "Don't.. get over it. I-" He's suddenly confused, overwhelmed, and has no idea how to handle this sudden turn of events properly. Should he kiss you now like in the movies or something? But he should also ask if he should, otherwise its without consent, but it would kind of ruin the moment, and oh god why do his hands suddenly get sweaty, thats so gross-

It's the shy and delicate touch to the very tips of his fingers, hand splaid out on the kitchen table that you're touching with yours, cheeks red and eyes down, and he suddenly thinks, 'fuck those movies', as he leans in and kisses you, slowly, just to make sure you're okay with it.

You're so okay with it.

He grows hungry at the movement of your lips, brows furrowing as he lets himself ride this wave of pure euphoria, holding your cheeks so lightly that you barely feel his touch at all. You snake your arms around his head as you tug him down a bit more, and his neck aches, so he simply reaches for your behind to help you up on the kitchen table for better leverage. "You're-" He starts between kisses, and can't help his smile. "-mine." He ends, and you nod with excitement, just as high on happiness as he is. "Can I, like-" He starts, almost frustrated with how he can't stop his lips from chasing yours even if he's the one talking. "-Touch you?" He finally gets out, and again, you nod, even if the tips of your ears grow a bit red at the suggestive question. His hands suddenly wander, over your shoulders down your sides, before they find your thighs. He loves the softness of them, his fingers on your knees as he opens your legs so he can get even closer to you. As if on instinct, your socked feet pull him towards you, and he chuckles at that, finally slipping his tongue between your lips as you push a hand into his dark hair, making him groan. He cups the sides of your breasts at first, delicately feeling them, before he squeezes gently, getting a proper idea of their plushness under his fingers.

He loves them already.

"I don't-" He starts, and is breathless just as you are as he places his kisses on the side of your neck. "I don't wanna fuck you on the kitchen table baby." He finally gets out, and you mewl at that. "Hm?" He asks, but you shake your head, too shy to say anything to that. He suddenly reaches for your behind, lifting you against his chest as he walks around with you, making you and himself laugh as he opens the wrong door before he finally finds your bedroom- cozy and cold due to the open window you always leave so that you can sleep better at night. You sigh at the cool feeling of the sheets underneath your hot body, and he grins down at you as he can't feel anything but pure ecstasy. Suddenly, he laughs, and groans lodly against your chest as he lets his forehead rest against it.

"What?" You ask between a laugh, and he begins to whine.

"I don't have a condom, fuck." He drawls out, and he really feels like an idiot. He's a fully grown man, he should have shit like that with him at all times, especially when he knows he's gonna visit his crush- but its so sudden, so unprepared, that he simply didn't think this would ever happen. He's deflated, painfully hard, and frustrated with himself, as you speak up again.

"Uhm, theres an orange handbag in the bathroom, its like, next to the shower. I think I still have one in there."You say, and he looks up questioningly. "It was a joke-present from a friend, please don't ask." You say, growing shy again as he simply chuckles, before getting up and searching for the bag you mentioned. It's safe to say that he doesn't only find the condom, but also a still fully packaged vibrator toy, in the same bag. His interest is definetely woken, but he decides against using it to tease you this time.

He'd get his chance soon.

But in that moment, as he climbs ontop of the bed again, it's all about you and him- its not about mindblowing sex or unusual experiences. He just wants to be inside you, close to you, he wants to claim you in ways that only lovers can. He's surprised, when he takes off his shirt, that you suddenly hold your arms high.

You're absolutely adorable in his eyes.

He chuckles as he helps you out of your sweater, kissing your nose, your cheeks, your lips, as he unhooks your bra to finally get a skin to skin feel of your breasts. He loves it even more like this, warm and soft under his palms, and you mewl in enjoyment as he continues his antics. He doesn't even notice when you'd discarded your shorts and underwear, his pants gone in a flash as his inked fingers reach between your legs to sloppily prepare you for him.

He knows he's a bit more on the.. bigger side, to say the least, a grower more than a shower, and it used to make him nervous in a weird kind of way. You're so delicate, so sweet, that he doesn't want to hurt you, and hes slow and steady as he finally enters you after putting on his protection. But you take it, you're such a champ, and pull him towards you by his neck as he moves slowly.

He picks up his pace at your demand, lost in euphoria as he lets himself go, lets himself enjoy as his mind is filled with your voice, your sounds, your scent, your everything. This is what he wanted, this is where he wants to stay for the rest of time. Not nescessarly buried withing you (although that's not a bad sound he thinks), but in your embrace, within your presence. He want's to stay at your side forever, keep you close to him so no one can hurt you, not even yourself.

He comes with a whine, an arch of his back, and his fingers on your pearl, desperate to get you over the edge as well.

It works.

And he's happy, exhausted, and absolutely in love as he falls down the mattress at your side.

"I always thought it would be weird." You said after you'd both taken a shower and cleaned up properly. He'd texted his hyungs, telling them with obnoxious emoticons that he's spending the night with his girlfriend, and Jimin plus Yoongi had reacted with a vomiting emoji.

Yet they were happy.

"What would be weird?" Jungkook asks, his hand running up and down your arm as you laid next to him, snuggled up onto his body.

"You know, having sex." You said, and it takes a moment before he suddenly snaps his head to you.

"Wait, that was your first time?!" He exclaimed, utterly shocked at it as he'd been convinced you weren't a virgin. You have had boyfriends before, he knew that, hell, he'd seen them too, and considering you were pretty close agewise he couldn't imagine. He feels bad about it, if he'd known, he would've made it more special, hell he would've asked you more times if you were okay with him taking something so precious from you. Now you could never get it back and he'd fucked it up.

"I mean, kind of?" You explained, suddenly hiding your face. "I mean, I've done, like, stuff with men before.. and I also used a.. you know, 'thing', but like, never the real.." You tried to come up with different names for the things you wanted to say, yet you simply ceased to talk.

Jungkook chuckled. "You used what? A dildo? Like, a fake dick?" He said, and you hit his chest with a whine, utterly mortified by his way of talking. "Come on I saw that vibrator in your bag there, but I never though you were a virgin!" He said, and you whined again.

"Technically I wasn't!"

He scoffed playfully. "Baby your first time was with a toy considering what you just told me, that STILL means you were a virgin!" He argued, and you groaned, trying to get out of his grasp now. "Come on, at least tell me if my dick was better than that rubber-cock?" He asked, and laughed full on at the way you hid your face behind your hands with a yell. "Don't hurt my ego, say it!" He laughs, and tickles your sides.

"Yeah yeah okay, your dick was better stop!" You laugh, and he grins, suddenly pulling you close to him as he hides his face in your hair.

"Oh baby-" He sighes out. "I love you so much."

"And I hate you." You mumble, before he playfully bites your ear.

"Jungkook no, they could see-!" Yet he doesn't let up, uncaring. The hotel they were staying at had a strict privacy policy- at this point his agency could ruin

them with a snap of their fingers just because they leaked a single strand of his hair. He wasn't concerned at all, as he continued to bite and kiss at your neck,

unable to keep his hands to himself as he grows hard.

He loves the high he gets from being in danger of getting caught.

Its silly, in a way, but it feels like a rush of some sorts. It's like he's a teenager again, sneaking in candy even though he's on a diet just to feel bratty, and its not

much different now, even though the scale is another. This was actually dangerous, but since no one else was staying at the hotel, and his hyungs had all gone

to bed, he refused to give in.

He wanted you, and he would take you.

Jungkook never liked sharing, nor giving away what was his when he himself didn't openly give it away. What was his, was his, there was no room for

discussion, even though he'd become a bit more understanding nowadays. Yet he would never let anyone see you like this, so vulnerable and wanting for him,

ready to become his slave to quench his thirst for you at anytime. You loved him just as much as he loved you, and this exchange of feelings always got him

riled up to the point of desperation.

Just like now, as he helps you stay afloat with his forearms underneath your own arms, kissing you silly while he pushes his thigh upwards underwater, feeling

you rut agains it like an animal in heat. He loved how you got whenever he pushed your buttons right, loved the sight, the sound, the entire situation. It ruined

porn for him in a way, modern erotica in no way reaching the level of satisfactory aesthetic that the sight of you could bring him. He'd taken pictures and videos

of you in nude positions and explicit situations to keep him entertained whenever he was far away, because whatever he found online of strangers couldn't bring

him a release worth working for anymore.

So it was utterly welcomed by him, when you had surprisingly told him that you had arranged to share the hotel room with him, and that you were tagging along for two weeks of his tour. Of course, his happiness was mostly simple enjoyment that you were there at his side, that you would sleep right next to him, yet it also was of a more carnal side of himself. And now, while his blood was still hot like lava inside his veins, adrenalin still high from his last concert, he was desperate to let go, end this day in a way he never thought he properly could.

He sloppily pushed the barrier between himself and your core to the side underwater, pulling his length out of his swimtrunks as well, uncaring on making it romantic. He knew he didn't need to always go overboard, he was clingy and touchy enough that you always felt appreciated and loved, even if he was impatient like that. He groaned out, mixed with a chuckle as he suddenly realized what he was doing, dipping his head down into the crook of your neck to bite and leave open mouthed kisses, rhythm just as steady and on-point as onstage just hours ago.

He came quicker than he'd liked, tattooed hand gently pushing you over the edge as well. you whined as he helped you out the pool, utterly mortified but still happy at the way he simply picked you up bridal style, carrying you out and back into your room, ready for a good nights' sleep.

The best he had ever gotten while on tour.

#bts imagine #bts #bts fanfic #bts fic #bts smut #jungkook imagine #bts jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook #bts reactions

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milkygcf · 4 years

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lights down low;

//credits to @swugasweet for the gif//

Pairing | jjk x myg

Genre | angst, a lot of it, fluff at the end because i’m not that cruel, hyyh inspired because i want that yoonkook happy ending

Warnings | mentions/implied suicide, lots of fire, yoongi curses like once

Word Count | 2,087

Summary | ❝ after the fire, they find themselves beside the sea, waltzing under the light of the moon.❞

❝ au where yoonkook are dancing beside the sea to lights down low because they finally got their happy ending.❞

Author’s Note | i wrote this whole thing in a day ... granted it’s not that long, i’ve never typed something so fast in my life lol. if any of you would like, you can also find this fic on ao3, which is attached to this link. i hope you enjoy reading this piece!

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Fire.

The blaze of an inferno that alights in that damned motel room. And in the very middle of it - a tuft of pink hair. Jungkook knows him - he’s been familiar with him for long now. Fire dances around him, diligently stepping from one side to another, slowly closing in on a man whose fat tears trickle down his distorted face.

That’s all Jungkook sees when he drifts off into slumber.

The arduous screams and cries of the very same man he’d met in detention back in school. The very same man whose nimble fingers pranced along the monotonous keys of a brown piano that sent Jungkook into a reverie.

Ever since that very day, the same day glass shattered and voices rose, nothing has been dandy.

Jungkook wakes up with wet cheeks each night, his body profoundly aching for the hold of none other than Min Yoongi - his very first love.

His only leftover of him was the piece of cloth embracing the youth’s trembling shoulders - an old flannel, one Yoongi was quite fond of. It’s all he was able to retrieve from the ferocious wildfire that swallowed the soft tuft of pink locks.

Jungkook could hear the tender notes of a piano playing in the distance, slowly being drowned out by the bustling of the city that leaves him feeling hurtful. It’s the same tune Yoongi taught him at the music shop, on the brown piano comfortably set in the middle.

The floorboards beneath his feet are cold. They send shivers coursing through his spine and Jungkook whimpers. No longer does he feel that alleviating warmth spread through him at the brush of his first love’s lips against his skin - the only warmth that spread through him was the one caused by the fire. It made him anxious.

With dread clawing at his legs, a frown etching upon his lips, he visits the rooftop one last time.

The same rooftop where he counted the stars with Yoongi, the one in which they’d shown each other the authenticity of love.

The building’s eerily silent. It mocks him for his solitude, leaves him dreading quietly with himself. Jungkook’s skin tingles.

His body takes him up to the barren rooftop, where his eyes meet the dazzling lights of the city before him. It used to be so comforting, akin to the warm embrace his mother used to give him before he strolled off to school.

He missed those times, where jovial smiles were the only thing decorating his features. It’s silly, how things can change so quickly, too quickly, leaving you to wander in hopes of finding your path.

Whereas other souls find their lane, Jungkook’s perished. It no longer stood clearly before him, no longer brought him the most beautiful moments in life.

Instead, it brought him to this very rooftop, where he lets himself reminisce what’s left in his consciousness.

It’s quite chilly outside - the thin articles of clothing don’t do him justice at all. But Jungkook doesn’t mind, he’s grown used to the cold wrapping itself around his being, down to his very bones.

A smile braces his lips.

It’s beautiful - it’s utterly magnificent, how thrilling the world truly is. He wishes that one day, he’ll be able to experience it all, every nook and cranny of it.

He wishes that he could do that with Yoongi.

But alas, every beautiful moment in life comes to an end, leaving its victims fruitless.

His gaze catches the stars then. They shine rather splendidly on this particular night. They offer Jungkook the comfort he craves, the hand he wishes to hold when he’s overcome by those horrendous nightmares that visit him each night.

His feet pad closer to the edge.

He could see more of the city now, all the energy it emits from the citizens that don’t seem to know how to pause, how to just live in the moment and cherish that around it before it withers away like dead leaves.

Jungkook wonders if there’s someone that’s lonely out there, just like him.

If there’s someone whose heart aches incredibly at the loss of a loved one, whose heart can no longer bear the feeling of solitude. He can only wish them the best.

Right now, at this very moment, it’s him and the starry night.

The starry night and him.

He edges closer to the rim of the rooftop, lets himself plummet down onto the roughness of the building as a sigh escapes his chapped lips. His mind is cloudy - it's overcome by static.

That is, until he sees him.

Yoongi, in all his glory, reaching his hand out for Jungkook to take. He hesitates - he doesn't know if he's real or not. It must be a figment of his imagination. But he looks so real, so authentic. The way his brows furrow and his lips quirk in an insincere reassuring smile.

Although, it makes him think.

Anyone who falls in love with the likes of Yoongi, is an absolute fool. The man was indeed one of a kind, with that impeccable smile of his and those feline eyes. Ah - Yoongi was not a man of words, nor was he one to display his emotions so easily. However, his eyes told Jungkook everything he needed to know.

Those eyes - they held heaps upon heaps of ciphers within them. They were misty, barely definable, but Jungkook accelerated through. He basked in those secrets, and held them close to his heart.

He was a fool.

“Yoongi…”

Said man was beyond furious. Jungkook had to go around babbling things he knew were a sensitive topic for Yoongi. Albeit the youth having bright intentions, he wouldn’t hear it. His knuckles turn white at the deathly grip he has around his lighter.

“Just go. Piss off.”

Yoongi refused to hear anything else. He was flat out drunk, his breath reeking of alcohol, making Jungkook grimace. His fingers played with the lighter he always brought around with him. The brunet had reprimanded him countless times not to play with such things, but Yoongi was quite hard headed.

Jungkook hoped this would just be another childish squabble, one that they would easily see through once Yoongi regains his senses.

But that was the very last night Jungkook saw Yoongi.

There it is - the ache in his heart at the very memory of that dreadful night. Yoongi had gotten himself piss drunk, and Jungkook knew he shouldn’t have, but his tongue was too heavy not to say a word.

Yoongi had always been hard headed.

However, despite being hard headed, Yoongi was an angel. Beyond his austere exterior, he was a man with many passions, a man whose love for the world goes deeper than the word itself. Jungkook remembers the countless times they’d spent together by the sea, hand in hand, looking at each other as if they were more than just flesh and blood.

They’d whisper affectionate words, sit by the shore and tell the tides a tale of two. And as the moon shone down on them, they’d bask in each other’s touch.

Jungkook hoists himself off his seat, stumbling just the slightest bit. The wind seemed to pick up its energy then, and he takes the moment to breathe it all in. His arms spread out.

Maybe in his next life, he’ll be happy.

“Jungkook, wake up.”

He’s immediately jostled out of his sleep by the body lying comfortably beside him, concern written all over his face by the youth’s crys. His eyes are wide, akin to those of a deer caught in headlights. Sweat rolls off Jungkook’s forehead.

Yoongi shushes him softly, fingers carding through his tousled locks. It tended to calm the brunet down a lot. “It’s alright,” he mumbles, voice sultry yet gentle. “I’m right here. Everything’s alright.” He cradles the latter, his arms wrapping securely around his trembling shoulders.

It’s the reassurance Jungkook needed - the warmth emitting from Yoongi’s body, the skinship, the way he spoke with such gentleness it eased his tense muscles and bubbling anxiety.

“Yoongi…” Jungkook whispers, voice breaking.

“I’m here.”

He was.

There’s no more yelling, no more cursing because certain words shouldn’t have been said. No, they were finally at peace. Jungkook’s nightmares were just that - nightmares. Nothing more than a figment of all his fears combined into one atrocious dream.

Everything was okay now.

Jungkook buries himself into Yoongi, his arms snaking around the man almost as if he’d wither away and leave nothing behind. He lets his tears stain the fabric of Yoongi’s shirt, painting it in all his sorrows in return of solace.

Yoongi can only let him, his heart aching at the way Jungkook sobs loudly into his shoulder.

Perhaps a walk by the sea would calm his nerves down, bring a jovial smile to Jungkook’s lips. He’d always ramble on and on about how utterly fascinating the sea is, never once growing old and recording tales for future generations.

It was one of the many things he adored about him.

Once Jungkook pulls himself away, Yoongi takes the opportunity to wipe his tears. A chuckle leaves his lips at how frail the kid was. He desperately wishes that Jungkook will always find happiness whenever a frown seems to find his face.

“I love you, I love you so much, please don’t leave me, please don’t,” Jungkook’s words are all a jumble - it makes Yoongi laugh as he places a tender kiss atop of the latter’s head. “Promise I won’t kid. You can count on my words.”

He continues to trail kisses all around his face, leaving no spot unkissed. It’s until he reaches his lips, and he brings Jungkook closer until there’s no space left between their bodies. Yoongi kisses him like it’s his last day on earth, letting every emotion seep into it to make up for all the times he’s done Jungkook wrong.

Yoongi had always been unaware of what love feels like, what it looks like, but he understands it through Jungkook, through his little habits and the way his eyes sparkle whenever he puts his pearly whites on show.

He doesn’t deserve Jungkook - he knows he doesn’t.

The kid was something beyond divine - with a heart made out of pure gold, the pretty moles on his face that are the wonders of the world. With the way his eyes glistened delightedly as this cruel world.

“What do you say we take a stroll down the beach? Heard it’s really pretty tonight.”

Yoongi really did know the way to Jungkook’s heart.

That night, they visited the swaying of the sea. It’s peaceful, the only thing that could be heard being their feet buried into the sand and the gentle dancing of the waves as it kisses the shore. It calms Jungkook’s erratic heart.

“This is where we had our first date,” Yoongi comments, carding a hand through his raven locks. “You nerded out about the Marvel universe. Granted I didn’t understand a single fucking thing you were saying, but you were cute.”

His words spread red across Jungkook’s cheeks. He giggles quietly to himself, reminiscing the moment clearly. Yoongi’s incessant whining about not being fond of water was the highlight of that day.

It’s funny how they always find themselves going to the sea, leaving every remnant of them to rock alongside the waves.

Jungkook lets his arms snake around the elder’s neck as he lets out a satisfied sigh. His cheeks are no longer stained with tears - he no longer fears what his nightmares depict. Jungkook feels at peace.

Yoongi takes the opportunity to throw a song on, shoving his phone down beside them as he sets his arms upon Jungkook’s waist. The latter was a big sap - something Yoongi adored greatly, even if he thought it was icky. He loved occasions like these, basking in the feeling of being in love.

As the tune of the song slowly reverberates in the air, Jungkook hums along, melting in Yoongi’s touch around him.

They’re slow dancing, the moonlight shining onto them wonderfully, stripping them bare for this one night. Normally, it’s them against the world - them against all the wicked things that enslaves them. But on this particular night, there are no villainous hardships to strike tears. They swim in each other’s divinities.

There are no more fires to wreak havoc, leaving them in isolation.

And in this very moment, as they silently waltz under the moonlight, hearts beating as one, Jungkook lets a smile brace his lips.

He feels content.

#btscreatorscorner #bts scenarios #bts imagines #bts au #bts hyyh #yoonkook hyyh #yoonkook au #jeon jungkook x min yoongi #jungkook x yoongi #min yoongi #jeon jungkook #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim seokjin #kim namjoon #kim taehyung #hyyh #angst #fluff

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kpopfromtheblock · 5 years

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a/n ⇾ sorry it took so long for me to get this up. life has been busy these days. i hope you enjoy a little Namkook action and also sorry if this sucks. i’m really not good a smut but it’s… inch resting to write so i keep writing it lol — thanks for reading! ✨

ALSO: JUST A HEADS UP, THERE WILL NOT BE A PART 2 TO THIS, SORRY!

LIFE WITH BANGTAN | ot7 + jjk & knj smut

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genre ⇾ a smutty mess with some fluff mixed in

pairing ⇾ bts x fem reader, jungkook x reader, namjoon x reader

summary ⇾ Jungkook is a bit inexperienced when it comes to certain sexual activities… He wants to try new things with you but he’s nervous since you are more skilled in that department than he is, so in result: he goes to his Hyung’s for help… They tell him everything he needs to know about how to please you…

warning ⇾ IT’S SMUT SO.. unprotected sex, threesome, voyeurism, thigh riding, dirty talk, edging? dom!namjoon, switch!jungkook, switch!reader. it’s flithy y’all. usual warnings: cringy-ness and swearing

words ⇾ 7k (yea.. it’s a lot.)

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“Hyung?” Jungkook calls to no one is particularly as he plops down next Jimin on the couch in Mon Studio. Jimin instantly fixes his body into a lying position, resting his legs on Jungkook’s lap.

The boys have all gathered in Namjoon’s studio to continue working on some songs for their new album. It’s been a busy few months but they are making a lot of progress.

They were currently in the middle of taking a thirty-minute break before diving back into the music when suddenly:

“What’s thigh riding?” Jungkook asks, his tone curious. Jin nearly chokes on his own spit, upon hearing the youngest member’s question.

He quickly grabs a water bottle as he breaks into a fit of loud coughs.

Hoseok almost drops the bowl of ramen he’s holding. Not only surprised my Jungkook’s question, but also startled by Jin’s loud coughing. Followed by Taehyung, who snaps his head over to Jungkook in complete shock.

Yoongi peaks up from his laptop and looks at Jungkook over the round frames of his glasses.

Jimin bolts up from his previous lying position on the couch and Namjoon swivels around in his chair to face the younger boy.

‘Was that a dumb question?’ Jungkook thinks to himself once he notices the reaction from his Hyungs.

“That’s quite a particularly question Kook.. Why do you ask?” Namjoon questions, giving Kook a quizzical look.

Jungkook sits up straight in his chair, ready to explain the reasoning behind his sudden curiosity.

“The other night....” He starts.

“Y/n and I were making out... Things were going great. More than great actually but then she asked if she could ride my thigh and I froze up.” Jungkook reveals.

He rubs the back of his neck, thinking back to the night when things got awkward between you two after a heated make out session.

“I wasn’t sure what she was asking of me.” He admits.

“Aw, Kook.” Jimin coos, feeling a mixture of endearment and sympathy for the Maknae.

He thinks it’s adorable that Jungkook is still a bit inexperienced when it comes to you or to any women for that matter.

“What happened after you froze up?” Tae inquires, giving Kookie his undivided attention.

“She started apologizing... Telling me that we didn’t have to do anything I didn’t wanna do then she got off me and we watched movies for the rest of the night.” The disappointment is evident in Jungkook’s voice although he’s trying his best to hide it.

“Is that why she didn’t sleep over that night?” Hoseok thinks out loud, finally putting two and two together.

He did find it a bit strange that night when you insisted on going back to your place instead of spending the night with them like you usually would when they had the next day off.

“I guess so.” Jungkook shrugs.

“Knowing her, she probably feels embarrassed.” Yoongi informs him, as he closes his laptop.

“I didn’t mean to embarrass her. I was thrown off and also nervous... She makes me nervous.” Jungkook confesses. He falls back into his previous slouching position on the couch.

It’s impossible for him not to be upset with himself at the moment. One; for probably making you feel embarrassed and awkward around him. Two; for messing up the opportunity to have sexy time with you after such a long time…

Jungkook isn’t normally the one to initiate sex. Even if he’s horny to the point of no return, he won’t make a move… Not like the other guys anyway.

Luckily for him, you are exceptional at sensing when he wants it and he is oh so grateful to you for that because it means he doesn’t have to approach you first and risk potentially making the situation awkward…

The only down fall to this is that he hasn’t had the chance to try anything new with you like he’s wanted to for a while because he’s nervous that he’ll make a mistake or do whatever it is he’s trying to do, wrong.

And although the sex isn’t boring with him, it’s not as amazing as it could be...

“It’s fine Kook. We get it. It’s not like there’s a shit tone of pornos about thigh riding. It’s a special... activity?” Namjoon reassures Jungkook.

“What is it?” He asks curiously.

“It’s simple really.” Jimin jumps in this time as he twist his body over to Jungkook, his eyes suddenly fill up with excitement.

He loves to talk about sex, especially when it’s about sex with his amazing girlfriend.

“Instead of riding your cock, she wants to ride your thigh.” He adds, unable to hide the smirk forming on his face.

Images of you flash into his mind. Your legs on either side of his thigh as you rock back and forth, rubbing your wet core against the rough material of his denim jeans, your face contorted in pleasure as he encourages you to go faster… Jimin can feel the slightest twitch of his cock in his sweat pants…

Oh how he misses you. It’s been three days too long since he’s last seen you.

“And it feels good?” Jungkook asks, bringing Jimin out of his provocative thoughts.

Kook furrows his brows in confusion, not understanding why thigh riding would be a pleasurable thing for anyone.

“Mainly on her end but I can guarantee, having Y/n’s wet cunt rubbing against your thigh is enough to have you moaning along with her.” Jimin informs him.

“Fuck, I’m getting a visual…” Jin groans whilst his eyes fall shut.

“Joonie is always telling me how much he likes when Y/n rides his thigh.” Hobi points over to Namjoon with a mischievous smirk on his face.

“She rode your thigh before?” Jungkook directs his question over to the leader, his eyes slightly bulging out of his head in bewilderment.

He couldn't imagine Namjoon engaging in such a sexual act, it doesn't seem like his style.

“Mhm… And it’s glorious.” Namjoon is staring off into space, his mind wondering to no one else, but you.

“What does it feel like?” Tae is the one asking the question now. He too has never experienced thigh riding but after today, he’d sure as hell like to.

“Well it depends…” Namjoon’s voice trails off as if he’s in a trance, thinking of you.

“On what?” Tae asks again.

“Whether we have clothes on or not.” Namjoon says nonchalantly, as if it’s common sense.

“Huh?” Jungkook and Tae say in unison. If Jungkook was confused before, he’s even more so now.

Namjoon chuckles at the boys cluelessness before speaking.

“Sometimes…” He starts. “She’ll ride my thigh completely naked... That’s always really wet and soft.” Namjoon voice is dreamy as he uses his hands to explain. They move back and forth in a slow motion in an attempt to show the guys the pace of which you move against him when you are humping his thighs.

“But other times, she’ll ride when I’m in jeans... She likes the way the fabric brushes against her clit.” He adds before licking his lips.

“Yes.” Jimin agrees, remembering that, that is your favorite way to ride his thigh as well.

“Jesus.” Hoseok groans at the sinful words leaving Joon’s mouth

“Yeah, and you should hear the sounds she makes.” Namjoon continues, he shifts in his seat, the slight boner in his pants becoming harder to bare the more they talk about you.

“It’s impossible not to get turned on when she’s whimper and panting against you.” Jimin informs them.

“Fuck I need her to try this thigh riding thing on me… Sounds amazing.” Jin confesses.“I second that.” Yoongi agrees, holding his hand up.

“It is.” The leader confirms.

“Well I’ll never get to try it now, since she’s mad at me.” Jungkook pouts, crossing his arms over his chest, like a child who was denied a chocolate chip cookie before dinner.

“I doubt she’s mad at you.. She doesn't get upset that easily but why don’t you go talk to her?” Yoongi suggests as opens his laptop back up, ready to get back to work.

“Yeah, we have tomorrow off… Go to her place and talk.” Jimin reminds Jungkook.

“You think she’ll let me in?” Jungkook worries out loud.

He doesn’t know how upset he’s made you and doesn’t want to risk getting turned away at the door, if he shows up to your place.

“Of course she will Kook…” Taehyung touches Kook’s chin lovingly before to continuing. “Everyone knows she can’t resist you.” He states the obvious.

“If you want, I can come for support.” Namjoon offers with a smirk on his face.

Not only does he want to go to support Jungkook but he misses you and would love to have both you and Jungkook to himself for a night, especially now since he can’t get the idea of your panting body and breathy moans out of his head.

“Okay.” Jungkook shrugs.

“Okay?” Namjoon mimics Jungkook’s tone in shock, haven’t had expected him to accept the offer.

“Yeah, really.” Jungkook confirms.

“Alright tomorrow it is.” Namjoon smiles excitedly, showcasing his deep dimples.

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Tomorrow

Four hours had gone by since you’d woken up this morning and still, you hadn’t moved from your desk chair... Maybe once or twice to use the bathroom and get a snack but that was about it. Your butt and hands were starting to cramp from sitting for so long and typing so much, but this is the price you had to pay for missing a two days of class…

You had so much work to catch up on and you were determine to finish by the end of the night.

As you were getting through the second paragraph of a paper you were writing, the sound of your phone ringing, pulls you away from your studies.

You almost ignore it until your eyes glance at the lock screen.

You instantly smile upon seeing a picture of Jungkook fill the screen.

You slide your thumb across the bottom of your phone then bring the phone to your ear. “Hi Kook.” You answer, with a small smile. It only grows wider when you hear his melodic voice on the other end. “Hello Sweetheart, you sound happy.” He says, picking up the preppy tone of your voice. “Of course. I’m happy to hear from you.” You tell him truthfully and you can hear what sounds like a relieved sigh but you don’t have time to ask him about it. “I’m happy to hear that… What are you doing?” He asks. You sigh at the thought of having to talk about the pile of school work you have to catch up on. “I’m still doing homework.” You say, the tone in your voice does nothing to hide how annoyed you are.

“Still? You’ve been doing homework since you this morning.” Jungkook complains.

“How do you know that?” You ask curiously.

“I was next to Jin when he called you this morning.” He says nonchalantly, debunking the suspicions of him being physic, swirling around in your head. “Ahh.” You say in realization. “Don’t you think you should take a little break?” Jungkook suggests. You don’t need to see him to know there is a smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth You can tell by the way he talks.

“I wish I could but I have so much to do.”

“C’mon, a little break won’t hurt you.” Jungkook tries his best to convince you and it takes you all of two second to think about it before agreeing.

You cant resist Jungkook... Ever.

“Okay, I guess for few minutes.” You say as you close your text book and stand up from your desk to stretch.

“Excellent. Come open the door, Joon Hyung and I are outside.”

“Huh?” You asks, thinking you’ve misheard him.

“Hurry up Baby girl, there’s no heating in this hallway.” Namjoon’s voice is loud through the speaker as if he’s talking right next to Jungkook’s ear.

“Oh my god!” You squeal as rush out your room and to the front door. You quickly unlock it and smile happily. Two of your favorite boys are indeed standing in the doorway of your apartment.

“Finally.” Joon sighs when he sees you. You laugh and grab both their hands, pulling them through the door. “What are you guys doing here?” You question them whilst closing and locking the front door. “We had a day off so we decided to come see you.” Jungkook informs you. “Ugh, just you two? Where’s my other boys?” You tease them. “Hey! Are the two of us not good enough for you?” Jungkook pouts and you laugh at how adorable he can be sometimes.

You walk over to him and stand on your toes to place a kiss against his lips. “Of course you’re good enough. More than good enough.” You say honestly. “I just miss the other guys too.” You add.

Namjoon grabs your arm and pulls you away from Jungkook. He pokes out his lips and waits for his kiss. You smile before placing a chaste kiss on his plump lips. They are still cold from the weather outside, you want to kiss him longer to warm them up but your refrain from doing so.

“Well, the other guys wanted to come but we told them no.” Jungkook informs you with a shrug of his shoulders.

“What, why?” You asks, looking at Jungkook in confusion as he plops down on the couch.

“Because we want you all too ourselves tonight.” Namjoon answers as he grabs your waist pulling you closer to him. He kisses you again and you pull away before looking at him… Your eyebrow raises in curiousity.

“You two are up to something.” You say with suspicion in your voice. Namjoon chuckles, “Let’s watch a movie.” He says changing the subject but you decide not to press the issue.

You’re happy to be spending time with your boys, even if it’s just the two of them for tonight. You are grateful for the company.

“Okay, you can pick. I’ll get the snacks.” You tell him. You kiss his lips one last time then head over to the kitchen to get things ready for your impromptu movie night.

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Halfway through the movie Namjoon picked out, you feel a warm hand on your bare thigh. You look over to Jungkook, knowing right away that that hand belongs to him.

Namjoon was on the opposite side of you, way too enthralled with the movie to focus on anything else so yea, it was definitely Jungkook.

You decide to ignore Kook’s hand and bring your focus back to the screen in front of you. The movie is just getting to the good part anyway and you fully intend to find out what happens next but as time passes, it gets harder for you to pay attention to anything but the men around you.

Namjoon’s legs are spread open while he is slouched against the couch, not giving you too much room for yourself.

His thigh is pressing firmly into your own, which in results, is pushing you closer to Jungkook.

Not to mention, that hand of his was hiking further up your leg, getting closer to your heat.

You feel extremely hot between the two of them and it doesn’t help that the three of you were wrapped snuggly under a wool blanket.

You are burning up, in more ways than one..

“Baby?” You whisper over to Jungkook.

“Hmm?” He hums in response, not taking his eyes away from the TV.

“What are you doing?” You asks, your voice still hushed as you didn’t want to disturb Namjoon.

“Watching the movie Sweetheart.” He answers nonchalantly whilst his fingers play with the hem of your shorts.

“Well this is a first...” You think yo yourself.

Jungkook could be quite handsy when he wants to be, this is true but it’s rare occasion and even then he would never do it with someone else in the room, not even his Hyung… No matter how comfortable he is around them.

“Kook?” You try to get his attention again but all he does is quietly hush you.

You shut your mouth and bring your attention back to the TV.

Jungkook continues to run his fingers under the hem of your shorts. The whole time this is happening, you can feel a familiar warmth swirling around in your abdomen.

The slightest touch from Jungkook can do that to you...

You look over at Namjoon to see that he was clueless (or so you thought) and fully immersed in the movie.

You do the best you can to stay focused but Jungkook’s stupid, large, warm hand is leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake, where he touches you.

His palm is pressing flat against your thigh now, the ring on his pinky finger was cold against your blazing skin.

It’s taking everything in you not to jump his bonds right now.

“I could just hop on him and have him whimpering under me.” You think to yourself but you don’t want to startle him or the disturb the taller man beside.

You shift in your seat a bit, feeling uncomfortable under the stuffy blanket. You think to remove the fabric from around you but just as you do, Jungkook abruptly cups your sex with his palm causing a gasps to leave your mouth.

The sound grabs Joon’s attention.

“You okay baby girl?” He asks you.

You give him a small smile, trying your best to keep your composer. “Mhm” You nod your head. He raises a curious brow at you for a second then brings his gaze back to the tv, meanwhile Jungkook is pressing his index finger into your clothed core. The fabric of your shorts, pushing into your wetness.

A tiny whimper leaves your lips as Jungkook rubs his palm up and down between your legs, his index finger rubbing in between your lips.

You’re growing wetter by the second and you’re 1000% sure there will be a wet spot on your shorts to expose you.

Having Jungkook rub on you in secret with his Hyung right next to you is turning you on more than you ever thought it would.

You want, so badly to grind your core against Jungkook’s hand but you don’t want Joon to hear.

“Are you having fun Baby girl?” Namjoon suddenly asks. You snap your head over to him in disbelief.

You look over to see that he is leaned against the arm of the chair with his hand rubbing against his chin, watching you intensely.

You’ve been caught and you’re honestly not upset about it.

How can you be when Namjoon is sitting there, looking good enough to eat.

You’re sure the sound of Namjoon’s voice would’ve made Jungkook halt his actions but no, he only presses his fingers further into you.

“W-what?” You stutter out. Jungkook is suddenly running his hands up the length of your shorts to the elastic band. When he gets to the top he slips his hand inside and finds your clit immediately. You can’t stop the moan that slips past your lips.

Namjoon chuckles at you. “Are you having fun, I said. It sounds like you are…”

“Joon...” You whisper out as you place your hand around Jungkook’s wrist in attempt to stop him but you instantaneously give up when his finger start circling your clit.

“Tell me, do you like having Kookie’s hands on your wet little cunt while I’m sitting right here?” He asks you, his tone is deep and filled with assertiveness.

You nodded your head, afraid your voice will embarrass you but Namjoon isn’t happy with your response.

“Words.” Namjoon request.

“Yes, I love it.” You admit and Namjoon smirks. “I thought so.” He says smugly before you can respond to him, Jungkook is using his free hand to turn your face back over to him.

He wants you to pay attention to him now… After all, he is the one with his hands down your shorts.

He leans forward, pressing his soft lips against yours. It’s a kiss that steals your breath away… Your head is spinning and you don’t understand whats going on...

Jungkook has never ignitiated affection before, not like this anyway.

You pull away from him to catch your breath. “What has gotten into you Kook?” You say breathily, as you rest your forehead against his. “Not that I’m complaining but… This is new...” You whisper. “Just want to show you how much I appreciate you.” Is all he tells you before going back in to attack your lips. You wrap your arms around his neck and indulge in his addictive kisses.

His fingers don’t stop working figure eights into your bundle of nerves. You are a moaning mess against him and he is loving every minute of it.

You decide to remove one of your hands from around his neck and use it to grip his length in your hand, gently squeezing and causing a groan to rip from his throat. You take the opportunity to slip your tongue into his mouth, moaning instantly at the taste of him.

He always taste like some kind of fruity candy and it’s become one of your weakness.

You swirl your tongues around each others. A whimper leaves your lips as he sliders two fingers into you without warning. “Ooo.” You groan against Jungkook’s mouth as he pumps his skilled fingers in and out of your tight hole.

The whole time Jungkook has his fingers buried in you and his tongue in your mouth, you can feel Namjoon’s eyes burning into your side...

You pull away from Jungkook reluctantly and a needy whine passes his lips at the disconnect. He chases your mouth, his eyes still closed in bliss and his lips forming a pout.

You turn your head to see Namjoon’s dark gaze fixed on both you and Jungkook. The hunger in his eyes would be scary if you weren’t so turn on right now.

“Joonie...” You call his name breathily. A gasps escapes your mouth soon after, as Jungkook began abusing your neck with wet kisses. He picks up the pace of his strokes. He takes a few seconds to run his thumb over your clit before going back to plunging his long fingers into you.

You do your best to keep your eyes from fluttering closed but it’s proven to be extremely difficult with the way Jungkook is fingering you.

“Yes baby girl?” Namjoon answers your call. He smirks, showcasing the deep dimple in his left cheek.

Your heart flutters. “How is this man so beautiful.” You think.

You look down, not missing the tent forming in his jeans. You want to reach out and touch it but he’s not close enough to you and your hands on preoccupied massaging Jungkook’s harden member through his jeans.

You’re not the best at multitasking....

“Aren’t you gonna join us?” You whimper out, the boy beside you starting to suck bruises into the smooth skin of your neck and you are getting closer to an orgasm that you had no idea would be happening tonight.

“You want us both?” Joon raises his brow at you, that gorgeous smirk of his never leaving. He looks so good, you almost can’t bare it.

“Absolutely.” You moan out after Jungkook’s teeth graze the space between your neck and shoulder blade. His fingers curl up inside, hitting a particularly sensitive spot that makes you arch your back.

“Such a greedy girl.” Namjoon’s voice is deep and husky, the sound sends a shiver down your spine.

“We should let Kookie have his fun first Baby girl. He wants to learn..” Namjoon informs you. You almost want to pout but his last few words peak your interested.

“‘He wants to learn?’ What does that mean?”

You don’t have much time to ponder. Jungkook pulls his fingers out of you and you protest with a whine.

He shushes you by putting his fingers up to your lips. You take them into your mouth and suck them clean whilst never taking his eyes off you. “You’re so fucking hot.” He says, watching you in awe. You smile and pull his fingers out your mouth with a pop.

Jungkook goes back to attacking your lips again.

One thing you know is true, he loves to kiss you. He’s mentioned it before that your lips are his favorite... He loves how soft they always are. He could kiss you for hours on end and still never get enough. He loves the way you taste.

Jungkook drags, his lips way from your mouth, making a trail of wet kisses down to your neck for the second time tonight.

He loops his fingers in the waistband of your shorts and begins to tug. “I think our baby boy wants you to take those little shorts off, isn’t that right Kookie?” Namjoon says in a matter of fact tone. You almost forget he was there... Jungkook has been stealing all your attention

But that’s okay with Namjoon. He likes to see the two of you together like this... Tonight is about you and Jungkook... He’s just here for support and to watch of course.

Kookie halts his torment on your neck, but never removes his lips from your skin. “Yes...” He answers breathily. “These. Off.” His voice is hoarse and so much deeper than it usually is and not to mention how needy he sounds.

It all makes your whole body tingle with desire.

You want to do anything for him, be anything for him. Whatever he wants, you want to give it to him.

“Anything for you baby.” You tell him as you kiss the top of his head, lovingly.

You lean back on the couch, your head gracefully falling into Namjoon’s lap. You look up at him and he smiles down at you with dark hearts in his eyes.

“So beautiful.” He whispers as he strokes your hair. Your heart feels heavy with both love and lust. You feel like you could combust at any minute.

Just as you are about to pull your shorts down, Jungkook beats you to it. “You’re taking too long.” He complains, sliding the fabric down your hips. You lift your ass off the couch to help him get them off completely. “Someone is needy.” Namjoon chuckles as Jungkook toss the clothing behind him.

Something that sounds like a growl leaves Jungkook’s throat.

When you look over to him, his eyes are trained on your soaking cunt.

You almost want to shield away from him, feeling self-conscious about how you look and also cursing yourself for not wearing panties but you don’t.

You let him stare at you in all your glory and as seconds pass, you become even more turned on by the hungry look in his eyes.

“Hyung...” Jungkook whispers to Namjoon with his eyes still focused on you. “I know Kook, she’s soaking wet.” Joon response, knowing exactly what the younger man is thinking.

“Iwantaste.” Jungkook’s words are slurred, almost as if he’s drunk off the sight of you.

It’s hard for you to make sense of what exactly it is he is saying but Namjoon seems to understand just fine…

“You will soon but right now, we have an important task at hand.” He reminds Jungkook before looking down at you, lovingly.

You look between the two of them wondering what type of telepathic conversation is going on in their heads right now.

“Baby girl?” Namjoon’s voice brings you out of your thoughts. “Yes?” You say sweetly. “Jungkook has informed me that the other night, you so desperately wanted to ride his thigh…” He says whilst running his fingers through your hair.

Your eyes widen and your cheeks instantly heat up as you remember the moment you and Jungkook had a few nights ago.

It started out much like tonight had (minus Namjoon of course). You two were sucking each other’s faces off when you got the sudden urge to get on his thigh and hump him into next week.

You straddle him without warning. “Let me ride your thigh?” You ask breathily against his swollen lips. “What?” Jungkook mumbles, his lips dragging across your skin towards your neck, he was in a trance... Fixated on the feeling of you against him. “I want to ride your thigh Kook.” The kisses on your neck stopped and he pulled away from you to look at your face. “I—… I don—“ You didn’t let him finish, instantly feeling regret bubble in your chest for asking such a question.

“He probably has never done it before”. You thought and you would never want to pressure him into anything he’s not comfortable with. “It’s okay Kook!” You say immediately, placing your hands on his chest. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” You assure him. “I w-wo—…” Again, you cuf him off. “It’s really okay.” You tell him as you hop off of his lap.

“Let’s watch a movie.” You quickly change the subject as you grab his laptop and place it on your lap, ready to pull up Netflix.

And that is where the two of you awkwardly left things off that night.

“Sweetheart?” Jungkook says bringing you back to the present.

You sit back up, your face meeting Jungkook’s. “You remember, don’t you?” He questions, moving a strand of hair out of your face.

“Yes.”

“That night, I wasn’t sure what you were asking…”

You nod in response, not sure of what to say… You were still feeling a little bit awkward and embarrassed thinking about it.

“Now I know, and I want you to try it on me.” He admits. “Jimin Hyung, says you look even prettier when you’re riding his thigh.” He adds. “I want to see for myself.” He tells you confidently.

You look back at Namjoon to see a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Go on baby, what are you waiting for?” He encourages you.

You bring your attention back to Jungkook and he pats on his denim claud thigh, giving you the okay.

You don’t waste anymore time. You hop on top of him, swinging your leg over his to straddle his muscular thigh.

You place your hands on his shoulder for balance.

Your wet, warm heat hovering over Jungkook strong leg.

You are no stranger to thigh riding. You’ve humped Jimin’s thighs a number of time and Namjoon was the one to introduce you to the world of thigh riding and has made you a pro at it but for some reason, right now in this moment, you feel nervous.

Maybe because it’s Jungkook... Maybe because he has the kind of thighs that were sculpt by the Gods and many years of dancing and preforming have strengthen them to perfection.

You can’t even count on two hands how many times you caught yourself staring at the way his muscle flex in his jeans when he moves or whenever he wears those leather pants that hug in all the right places.

You’ve dreamt about humping his thigh on many lonely nights when the boys were away on tour and now that the moment is here, it feels so surreal and intense... And sure, you might be being a little dramatic…

‘It’s just you humping some guys thighs right?’

WRONG.

It’s not just some guy, it’s Jungkook’s…

Jungkook, the boy who is usually so calm and quiet, So sweet and shy when it comes to woman. The boy who never makes the first move unless he absolutely can’t fight the urge…

Jungkook, the boys whose thick thighs taunt your fantasy… He is finally under you and you can’t wait to ruin him… And his jeans.

“Go on beautiful. Show him how it’s done.” Namjoon encourages you. You look at Jungkook and lower yourself on him. A little gasps leaves your lips as the fabric of his jean grazes your clit just a little. You didn’t think you’d be this sensitive so early on but here you are, whimpering like the weak woman you are when it comes to your boyfriends.

You begin rocking your hips back and forth, setting a slow and steady pace. You bit your lip, to hold back a moan. Jungkook puts one hand on your hip and uses his other run up your sides, pushing your large t-shirt up.

The hem of your shirt bunches up around your belly button, giving Jungkook the perfect view of your wet heat rubbing against him.

“Holy shit.” He breathes out at the sight of you.

His words are enough to make you speed up just a little bit more, wanting to give him a show. Your folds easily glide over Jungkook’s denim. A dark patch of wetness will soon form where your core is rubbing against.

You hope these jeans aren’t his expensive ones but you don’t have time to think about it, for the pleasure is starting to build inside you.

“How does it feel baby girl?” Namjoon is now sitting next to Jungkook. You didn’t even notice when he had gotten closer. Now he too has a perfect view of your glistening cunt.

“So good.” You moan softly. Jungkook uses his hands on your hips to press you down harder against his thighs, he then helps you rock your hips back and forth, picking up speed. Your mouth falls open slightly but the moan is caught in your throat.

“Prove it.” Namjoon commands. “Let Kook know how good he’s making you feel… We wanna hear you.” He adds.

Thats all the encouragement you need. You spread your legs a little wider and push yourself down much harder against Jungkook’s thigh. You can feel the roughness of his jeans adding pressure to your folds. The feeling is delicious and it causes a loud moan to slip from you lips. “That’s it baby.” Namjoon compliments you.

“You’re doing so well… Isn’t she Kookie?” Namjoon asks.

“Oh fuck yes.” He breathes out.

“Doesn’t she have the prettiest cunt in the world?” Namjoon’s words shoot straight to your core.

You absolutely love when he talks dirty. You could get off just from the sound of his voice saying filthy things to you… You have on many occasions.

“So pretty.” Jungkook agrees.

You are now panting, moans are falling from your lips like a prayer. Jungkook runs his hands up your shirt, cupping the under side of your boobs. He then swipes his thumb across your harden nipples. Your eyes flutter closed in pure ecstasy and you bit your lip to keep from screaming.

“Now Kookie, flex your thigh underneath her… It’s drives her crazy” Namjoon instructs the golden boy.

“Like this?” Jungkook asks before tightening his leg muscles. His leg bounces up perfectly hitting your sensitive bud. “Fuck.” You groan out, throwing your head back. “Just like that.” Namjoon approves.

“Again.” You say, wanting desperately to relive the feeling Jungkook had just given you. “Ask him nicely.” Namjoon demands.

“Please… Do it again.” You beg shamelessly.

“Since you asked so nicely.” Jungkook says smugly and he flexes his muscles underneath your cunt again, the feeling is just as amazing as the first time and it pushes you closer to the edge.

“Now pinch her nipples… She loves that.” Namjoon tells him and Jungkook doesn’t think twice about following instructions. He pinches your pebbled buds in between his fingers and your breath halts in throat. “I told you… She fucking loves it.” Namjoon groans… He too is getting turn on by the events taking place in front of him.

He loves the fact that he knows your body so well, even when he’s not the one touching it.

“You’re so beautiful.” Jungkook praises you, his eyes are full of passion as he stares at you. Your face is heating up and your heart flutters in your chest at his words.

You love him so much, with your whole heart. You love both of them.

You hips are now moving rapidly. Your cunt is rubbing roughly over Jungkook’s jeans. “I’m c-close.” You stutter out. “Is that so?” Namjoon asks.

“Kook... Now I want you to rub her clit.” He advises Jungkook.

Jungkook’s hand eagerly finds your throbbing pearl. He presses his thumb against and you suck in a breath, bucking your hips at the contact.

“I think she likes it Hyung.”

“Of course she does, her pussy is so needy for you.” Namjoon voice is dripping with lust, it turns you on more than before.

Jungkook starts to rub your bud in circles, putting pressure you as you ride him. Your mouth falls open and throw you head back. Your hips are starting to hurt from hard fast they are moving but Jungkook and Namjoon are excellent at distracting you from any pain you may fee.

Jungkook pinches your clit and you yelp in pleasure at the feeling. “God, you sounds so good right now.” Namjoon praises you. “I can’t wait for my turn.” He admits.

Excitement bubbles up inside you at the thought of Namjoon getting his hands on you while Jungkook watches...

You suddenly have the urge to kiss Namjoon. You grip his shirt and pull him into you, smashing your lips against his. The kiss is all tongue and teeth. It sweet and sloppy and wet and everything you’ve ever wanted in this moment.

Jungkook flexes his thighs underneath you again, making you moan into Joon’s mouth. His fingers start to shake rapidly against your clit. You pull your lips away from Joon, resting your forehead against his. Your mouth falls open again, allowing loud moans and whimpers to escape you. Your deathly grip on Joon’s shirt doesn’t let up as you approach your orgasm.

His eyes burn into yours whilst he watches you come undone.

Jungkook’s fingers are showing you no mercy, whilst his thighs and flex repeatedly under you. “Jungkook.” You moan with your forehead still pressed to Namjoon’s.

Your emotions are heightened by everything happening around. Everything is so intense and intimate that you feel you like screaming.

“Look at him, while you come... Let him know how good he’s making you feel.” Namjoon tells you before peaking your lips one more time.

He move away from you and you bring your attention back to Jungkook. He looks just as fucked out as you do. You love him like this.

You lean forward and press your lips to his, giving him a passionate and slow kiss before pulling away.

“Please don’t stop.” You plead. “Please, please.” You beg. Droplets of sweat are trickling down your forehead. You are on the verge of one of the greatest orgasm of your life, you just need the extra push over the edge.

It’s as if Jungkook can read your mind... He removes his hand from your clit for a brief moment so that he can lift your shirt up and over your head, exposing your perky breast.

He drops the shirt on the floor by his feet and cups one of your breast with one hand while his mouth latches on to your other.

You moan and tangle your fingers in his dark locks, gripping the strands roughly but not enough to cause pain. “Fuck.” Jungkook growls around your nipple at the tug of his hair..

His free hand finds its way back to your clit. He goes right back to rubbing you like his life depends on it.

A combination of Jungkook’s mouth on around your nipple, fingers on your clit, thigh under you and Namjoon’s dark gaze is just what you need to push towards your orgasm.

Your whole body shakes as you come undone, moaning Jungkook’s name like a mantra. He pulls away from you, watching the sight unfold in front of him and it’s beautiful... You are beautiful.

Jungkook rubs your soaking bud through your orgasm, until you are too sensitive to handle it and push his hand away. You fall forward and collapse against him, your sweaty cheek pressing against his crisps white shirt.

Jungkook repeatedly leaves kisses on the top of your head. “You were right Hyung.” Jungkook’s chest rumbles against your face as he speaks. “She does make the sweetest sounds.” Jungkook praises you.

“She does indeed.” Namjoon agrees as he caresses your face. His voice makes you flutter your eyes open.

He had been quiet for quite some time now that you forgot he was there.

“I hope you’re not tired baby girl... I’m next.” He reminds you. Your eyes widen slightly.

Earlier, you were over the moon at the idea of fucking Joonie but now… You didn't think you could handle it.

“What?” He asks, in response to your facial expression. “You didn’t think you’d do this to me...” He says, pointing at the prominent bulge in his pants. Your eyes linger on it for a few seconds before looking back up at his handsome face. “And expect not to give me some?” He adds. The disbelief is evident in tone.

“I also think it’s only fair that you reward Kookie since he did so well on his first thigh ride.” Namjoon tells.

“what do you say Baby girl?”

“Of course.” You agree and Namjoon smiles lovingly at you. “Good girl.” He leans forward and peaks your forehead.

“First, let’s get your energy back up, you’re gonna need it. I’ll bring you some fruits.” Namjoon stands up and walks over to the kitchen.

You can feel Jungkook chest vibrate against you whilst he chuckles. You turn your head to look up at him, keeping your body pressed against his.

“What’s so funny?” You ask, a quizzical look on your face. He looks down at you for a while, an adorable bunny smile graces his face, causing the corns of his eyes to crinkle. “I love you.” Is all he says in response.

Your heart swells in your chest. “I love you more.” You tell him before leaning up to peak his lips as Namjoon walks back into the living room with a bowl of fruits.

The three if sit on the couch and eat, gaining as much energy as you can for round two.

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