bts fic recs ♡

the loud noises of gunshots and curses wake you up from your dreamless sleep. groaning, you look at the time on your phone, the brightness of the screen momentarily blinding you. it’s 7:39pm, which means you’ve slept for most of the day and you suppose jungkook has played for as long as you’ve slept.

you get up from the bed and put your messy bed-hair up in a ponytail, you leave the room and follow the loud sounds that bring you to the living room. jungkook is sitting on the couch, his elbows resting on his knees as he holds the controller of the game console. you can clearly hear taehyung’s voice blasting through jungkook’s headset, yelling curse words that don’t really make sense to you.

you’ve spent the entire weekend with jungkook, making the most of his free days, watching mediocre comedy movies, ordering takeout for lunch and dinner, and taking hours-long naps at least twice a day. and now… now you’re bored and horny, which is the same thing, honestly. jungkook’s wearing a matching gray sweatshirt and sweatpants, a look that most girls drool for.

you’ve expected to have sex at least once this weekend since you haven’t been alone with jungkook in such a long time, but all you’ve gotten is some heavy groping and a few makeout sessions interrupted by the delivery guys ringing your apartment’s doorbell.

“mornin’, sleepyhead,” jungkook spares you a quick glance when you sit down next to him and rest your head on his shoulder. you feel him smile and you let out a long yawn, making him chuckle lightly.

“why didn’t you wake me up?” you pout even if you know he’s not looking at you, his eyes fixed on the flat screen in front of you. you whine and snuggle your face on his neck.

“you looked so —damnit, hyung! you fucker— you looked so comfortable, i didn’t wanna…” he slurs his words, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he throws a grenade to a hiding character.

if you’re being honest, you never paid enough attention to the games jungkook plays, finding it more interesting to watch how invested he is, the sounds he makes, and how he scrunch his nose every now and then.

“didn’t wanna…?” you ask, though you know you’ve already lost him.

you let out a tired sigh and look up at his face, placing your hand on his thigh and caressing it slowly. a smile creeps up on your face when you see him lick his lips before he presses them together in a thin line, trying not to get distracted. god, you wanna fuck.

“you horny?” he asks, always the romantic. you hear taehyung scream out ‘that’s fucking gross, man!’ and you laugh. “i’m not talking to you, hyung, shut your mouth,”

you hum in agreement and squeeze his thigh, the muscle under your hand flexing at the touch. you lick the skin of his neck with the tip of your tongue and suck on the sensitive spot under his ear, jungkook tilting his head slightly to the side to give you more space. “you keep playing your games when you should be playing with me instead,”

you hear taehyung make gagging sounds and you really try to feel at least one bit of shame for being heard by someone else, but you can’t feel embarrassed at all. “hyung, for your own sake, i’m turning my mic off,” he pushes a tiny button on his headphone set and uses one of his hands to pull down his pants past his knees. you raise an eyebrow when you see his lack of underwear. “take your panties off and sit on my cock,”

you laugh as you lean away from him. “you’re not even hard,” still, you do as you’re told and push the offending piece of clothing down your legs, sitting on his lap carefully not to block his view. you take his cock in your hand and align it to your already wet entrance, biting your lips as you focus on going slow to not hurt his half-hard dick.

“don’t move,” he quickly wraps your waist with his arms and puts his hand back on the controller. “give me five minutes to win, and then i’ll focus on you,”

you sigh, leaning on his chest and hiding your face on his neck. five minutes seem like an eternity to you, especially since you can literally feel how jungkook hardens inside you. an idea that is surely going to piss off jungkook pops in your head and you smile in satisfaction. you clench the walls of your pussy around his cock and you try your best not to laugh at his choked-up gasp.

unfortunately, your fun doesn’t last long when jungkook thrusts up his hips and buries his cock even further up your pussy, making you let out a dry yelp. “stop it,” he says through gritted teeth, his voice low and menacing.

“can’t help it,” you whisper, trying to sound innocent, but it’s a little white lie that you know jungkook won’t buy.

you tighten your muscles again, this time softly but repeatedly, trying to pass off the action as if your pussy is throbbing, something jungkook knows you can’t help when he’s inside of you. he grans and wraps one arm around your waist, thrusting up into you much harder this time.

“don’t test me, baby,” oh, but you will. “i swear, if you pull that shit again i’m gonna make your pussy so sore you won’t be able to walk straight next week,”

he returns his attention to the game and you wait until he’s too concentrated on it to grind your hips on his, pressing your lips together to suppress an evil laugh. he grunts and throws his controller to the cushions of the couch, taking off his headset and forcing your head back to look at him.

“you think that was funny? you’re a brat, you know that?” if you didn’t know him better you’d think he’s angry, but the amused smile on his face gives him away. “now fuck yourself on my cock,”

he pulls your baggy t-shirt off your body and strokes the skin of your back. you grind your hips on his a few times, feeling him deep inside before you start bouncing on his lap at a slow but steady pace. he holds your hips with one hand in a tight grip while the other leans you backward to attach his mouth to one of your breasts. his lips ghost over the soft tissue of your boob as he caresses your nipple with his tongue. you try to move slower to make his job easier, the bouncing of your boobs making the position uncomfortable for him, but the palm of his hand hits your backside as he thrusts his hips up.

“keep movin’,” he mumbles against your chest.

you look down at him and whimper when you see how focused he is while playing with your nipples, his eyes closed and his lips sucking slightly on the perky nub before moving his tongue in a zig-zag motion, making you moan and throw your head backward. you bury your fingers on his soft hair and tug softly, his arm around your waist as he begins to thrust into you at a hard pace while keeping your upper body much steadier this time. you move one of your hands to cup your breast and squeeze it right in front of jungkook’s face, making him groan and open his mouth wider to suck on more skin. with one hand wrapped around your waist, he moves his other one and pinches your other nipple with his thumb and middle finger as his index finger flicks the nub insistently. you’re clenching uncontrollably around him, your juices spilling down his length and making lewd noises as his hips collide with the back of your thighs.

“gonna cum,” you say, grinding your hips along with his thrusts. “kook, ‘m gonna cum,”

he growls against your chest before he detaches himself from it, holding your frame with both hands on your hips and spinning your bodies around, your back hitting the couch. one hand wraps around your leg and spreads it further apart as he begins to fuck himself harder into you. his mouth finds your neglected nipple and gives it the same attention as he did the other one.

“love your tits,” a soft giggle comes up your chest, quickly replaced by a loud gasp as his hips shake your body up and down on the couch. you decide that rug-burns will be a problem for future you. “i’m in love with you,”

you sigh contentedly and throw your head back, jungkook’s fingers coming down to play with your clit as his teeth graze your nipple before soothing it with his tongue. he grabs your leg and throws it sort-of-gently over his shoulder, his cock digging deeper inside you and rubbing your sweet spot repeatedly. you whine and arch your back, feeling little drops of sweat fall on your chest from jungkook’s forehead. you’re both sweating and panting for air, so close to your highs that you’re fucking faster than two horny teenagers who were left home alone for the first time.

jungkook detaches his mouth from your chest and buries his head on the crook of your shoulder, his choked groans combining with your moans in perfect synchrony. you can feel him twitch inside you and you know he’s holding back his orgasm until you get yours first which doesn’t really take too long to happen, his dancer’s hips nailing you perfectly and making you scream and shake. he rides out your high with a few more thrusts until he pulls out, jerking himself and looking at your eyes.

“where?” he asks and you can barely focus on his words. you squeeze your tits together and stick out your tongue. “shit,” he jerks himself a few times before he moans and spills his hot cum all over your boobs, some of it landing on your awaiting mouth.

he rests his body on top of yours momentarily, catching his breath before he pulls away to sit back on the couch and helps you straddle his hips again. his fingers go through your hair as you both pant for air. you lean your forehead against his, you can feel his heartbeat pounding and you bet he can feel yours too.

you pull away and look at him with a pout. “you know what i just realized?” you wait until he mutters a soft ‘what’ against your skin to reply. “we never even kissed,”

he raises an eyebrow and looks at you with dumbfounded eyes, his mouth agape as he takes in your words. he grins at you and, before you know it, he presses his lips on yours, kissing you softly and caressing your bottom lip with his warm tongue. you open up your mouth and invite his tongue inside, you feel his lips wrap around it before he sucks on it. it’s a messy, wet, and uncoordinated kiss, but you can’t seem to care. it's him and, as long as it's him, you want anything he’s got to offer.