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i have all your requests and am in tje process of writing them. if you still want to send some, my ask is always open!
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I’m sorry but I cannot believe a lot of people here don’t take this seriously, or just completely brush it off when Jungkook makes statements such as this. A lot of fans look at Jungkook and idolize him because of his pretty face, or whenever he wears something trendy (mind you I also do these things) but then brush it off whenever scandals of him doing completely normal things pop up I see a lot of bitches staying quiet. He got tattoos? Scandals. He decided to grow out his hair? Not only received backlash from antis but also a lot of people within the fandom. He couldn’t get into a car accident like anyone that’s drove has mostly been, or at least know someone that has, without people calling him an immature or irresponsable member of the band. Jungkook has had a shit year, a truly shit fucking year and he’s still the most sweetest and caring people in the world, releasing songs for us, even having ARMY tattooed on his hand and always thankful towards everyone around him, and yet he also perceives himself as nearly worthless. It breaks my heart because he helped me grow so much more confident in myself, motivated me to push through hardships and try to find the positive in everything. He lets me know that having childish fun is good and valid, and that I can be serious and driven in my passions. He is a wonderful human being, and more people need to stop hopping in the spreading of rumors and bashing him for living his life and going out with friends and instead realize that he’s still a YOUNG man.
It was a bad idea to be alone with Jeon Jungkook after the stunt you pulled a few weeks ago.
You couldn’t get the image of your best friend biting his lip above you, his hand holding your head in place as he came into your mouth. More than that, you couldn’t get rid of the memory of him asking you, in the middle of finishing the half-full tub of ice cream he offered to you, if he could eat you out. “As payment,” he shrugs as he nonchalantly explains.
You hit him with your spoon, cold ice cream splattering on the carpet and his freshly-washed hair, as you voiced out an adamant no. He pouted in disappointment but acted as if he never made such a bold suggestion.
Despite your rejection, you couldn’t help but get wetter than you already were at the thought of his eyes looking up at you from between your legs, patiently calculating how you responded to his wet tongue working into your pus-
You were surprised out of your thoughts upon hearing a moan beside you. When you turned to look, to your horror, Jungkook had the audacity to watch porn beside you. Of course, he just had to ruin the silently awkward moment between you two, now that Jungkook decided he didn’t want to play against you anymore after you beat him back-to-back in a video game hours ago.
If it were before your oh-so-brilliant idea of asking your best friend to give you blowjob lessons, you wouldn’t really mind if he watched porn in your presence. However, with the undeniable sexual tension hanging around your heads, you couldn’t help but feel more conscious than you already were.
“Where’s Taehyung when you need him?” You mumble quietly as you try to busy yourself on your phone. Taehyung was Jungkook’s roommate who was supposed to be gaming with you and your best friend. You wanted to be suspicious of his sudden absence, but he genuinely seemed to have more important plans other than sit between two sexually frustrated friends.
“Hey,” you ignore the way your clit throbs when you hear soft kissing sounds from Jungkook’s phone as you turn your attention to him. You desperately wanted to appear nonchalant, but you bet your face was obviously flushed red. If your best friend took notice of this, he didn’t pay any mind. Instead, -
“Can you teach me this one?”
-, he opts to make you blush harder. If that wasn’t enough, he shoves his phone into your face; ears filled with the soft moans and kisses from before, eyes blinded by the cellular UV light projecting two naked bodies caressing and kissing each other.
“Wha-” before you got your question out, Jungkook turns off his phone and lazily faces you. From your peripheral, you notice a slight bulge in his crotch. Oh boy, you sigh inwardly, this cookie was hard.
“I’ve never really made anyone cum just by sucking their tits.” He shrugs. Smugly, he throws his arm over the head rest, stretched out atop it until his fingers are barely grazing your ears.
You shiver at the faint feeling of his nails along your earlobe. With furrowed brows and body unconsciously leaning closer to seek his touch, you ask, “What makes you think I’m one of those people who’s had a nipple orgasm?”
“I really have no idea. I just think that your tits are nice.” Jungkook points. He eyes the gold chain around your neck, the same one he gave you a few Christmases ago that had your name written in a beautiful cursive font. “I know because you let me use them as a pillow before.”
Your protest dies bitterly on your tongue because you really do let him lie his head on your chest before this whole sexual fiasco happened. “I’m not that sensitive... I think...”
“Don’t you want to find out?” He sends you a taunting look, the same one he shows when he knows he has the upper advantage of the situation. You notice he was using every tactic in his book to get you to agree: a smoldering gaze, an annoyingly attractive faint smile, a tattooed hand drumming the fingers just beside your thighs.
For a moment, you argue with yourself that there was nothing wrong with giving in to Jungkook’s offer. It was unfair of you to beg for a lesson from him only for you to reject his proposal to make it up to you. You bite your lip in contemplation, snapping out of your hazy thoughts when you notice Jungkook eyeing your lips hungrily.
“Let me return the favor, please?”, he whispers, low alto sending shivers down your spine.
“I-” you had a hesitant rejection ready at the tip of your tongue, but then you met his eyes; two brown orbs glazed but glimmering, as if to say, “say yes”.
You guess you nodded in confirmation because in the next moment, you find your personal space instantly invaded by your best friend. His eyes twinkled in mischief when he hums the moment he squeezes your meaty thighs. “First of all,” he whispers.
Jungkook’s hand slides along your thigh, his thumb teasingly brushing along that one spot in the apex of your thighs, until they reach the hem of your hoodie. He proceeds to bury his nose on the curve of your neck, feeling his front teeth graze the flesh as he continues, “This needs to go.”
Much to your surprise, he doesn’t slide the fabric off your torso yet, warm hands patiently paused at your hips, faintly squeezing here and then. On the contrary, he fervently worked his lips and tongue on your neck, remembering that one time you confessed that that spot was your weakness.
It doesn’t take long until he has you relaxing in his hold, mewling softly at his ministrations and gasping when he playfully bites at the flesh. You breathlessly scold him about not leaving any marks, but you used that as a mask to hide your multiplying desire when he shamelessly inhales your scent.
When you raise your once-rigid arms onto his shoulders, Jungkook took that as a sign to take your hoodie off. His fingers were tingling as he caressed your naked and supple skin, stopping a distance short from the hem of your sports brassier. He inserted a few fingers into the band of your bra, shivering when he closely hears your soft hitching breath.
You never realized how your mind was hanging above the clouds until you felt Jungkook’s hair strand slip through your fingers when he pulled away. Your eyes zero-in on the way his lips were puffy and wet, quivering in hunger for more of your soft skin. You obediently raise your arms up when he begins tugging your hoodie and bra off all at the same time.
He muses over the way you don’t bother covering your naked torso from his lustful gaze, unlike most of the people he has slept with. The confidence - or was it the unadulterated lewd absentmindedness? - you exuded had him getting turned on faster than he’s ever been.
Jungkook internally growls when he feels your hesitant hands slide along his sweatpants-clad thighs, cock visibly twitching in between. He recalls how you did the same thing weeks ago, and he almost thought you were going to strip his lower body bare, until you tug on his shirt instead. Jungkook meets your gaze and bites his lips in frustration when you say, “Take this off too?”
He hates that you were unaware of how much you “really” turned him on no matter what you did: your reluctance turning to acceptance, your shy and hesitant touches, your quieted whimpers. He leans to slightly suck at your earlobe, leaving a trail of his saliva and a deep whisper, “Strip it off me, will you?”
You follow forward when he leans back, sitting up with the hem of your best friend’s shirt in your fists. You look down to meet his gaze before his head becomes obstructed by the bunched up fabric. His hair became more disheveled than it had been before, so you reach down to tame the brown strands just as you let him softly pull you close by his hands on your lower back and hip.
Jungkook hums when your fingers massaged his scalp, groans when your fist lightly tugs on his soft tresses. Without breaking eye contact, he tilts his head, mouth open and ready for your erected nipple. He sees your mouth exhaling a sigh, feels your thigh twitch, smells body wash on your supple breast.
His puckered lips hide the way his tongue vigorously lapped at your pinkish bud, but not the way he grins when you shiver in pleasure upon the sensation. You feel his teeth grazing your tender flesh, scowling when you know he was tauntingly smirking up at you.
Jungkook pulls his mouth away, hands lightly holding you in place when he notices your body chasing his warm touch. He smiles boyishly at your annoyed expression, hands simultaneously grazing and massaging your curvy sides. “I guess you’re more on the sensitive side?”
When his lusty eyes twinkle in mirth, you can’t help but soften and forgive him for being so smug. “It’s been a while.”
“I know, you told me that.” he murmurs when he leans in to sloppily kiss the skin beneath your other breast. His eyes are closed as he says, “I’m gonna pinch your nipples so don’t be surprised.”
You hum, acknowledging his permission while he pulls you closer until you’re sitting on his lap, soft thighs on muscly ones. One hand brushes the hair covering your collar bones before his head dips down to connect his mouth on the exposed skin.
You feel his other hand cup beneath a breast, thumb tracing circles right outside its pink areola, as his forehead shifts down your chest muscle. You see his back heave up as he inhaled, and feel his hot breath on the other breast upon his exhale.
You thought it was strange, to feel so hot and bothered unlike ever before, with just Jungkook’s light touches and ragged breaths; You never knew you liked having someone blow air onto your nipple. You hear him - feel him - hum pleasingly as if to tease you for feeling so good under his ministrations. Unable to deny, you harshly nudge his hips with your knee.
His smug chuckle was drowned out by your loud gasp, smirk staying on his lips when he feels you quiver in his embrace. He keeps his thumbs harshly pressed onto your nipples, his grip on your ribs keeping you in place when you start to wiggle away from the sensation.
Jungkook calmly hums when your quiet gasps become louder moans. He situates his chin on your breastbone, tongue lapping up the sweat dripping down your neck. He presses his thumbs again, growling when the moan that enters his ears goes straight to his very stiff cock. “Sit on the couch,”
You unconsciously pout at the loss of pressure over your sensitive nipples, allowing yourself to be maneuvered by Jungkook as he pushes you away from his lap to sit down on the sofa cushion. You watch as he situates himself in between your legs, his knees on the rugged carpet.
With the same gentleness, he cups your ribs, leans in close until his forehead meets yours. Jungkook flashes you a flirty smile before proceeding to nibble at your earlobes. He builds up the temporarily lost tension when he uses his thumbs and forefingers to pinch at your nipples. “Hnng…”
He inhales your scent as his lips take its descent from your ears, to your jaw, to your neck, to your collarbones. His hands relocate to your thighs and arms, massaging your muscles to help you relax but all that did was turn you on even more, especially when his thumb lingered longer on your covered, drenched entrance.
“Tell me,” he starts, “what do you want me to do next?”
It was hard to formulate an answer when he was distracting you with his languid tongue on your sensitive neck and his large hands still lightly caressing the skin of your exposed torso. The playful bite he delivers to your collarbone brings you back to your senses as you stare down at Jungkook. His tongue is poked out, the tip tracing its way down to - you assume - your erected nipples.
“Please suck them,” you whisper, hand reaching down to comb through his disheveled brown locks. When you see his affirmative smile, you bring down your palm behind you, ready to steady your upper body for the upcoming pleasure.
His hands stop travelling along the expanse of your plump thighs and settle back to gently holding your ribs upright. Jungkook closes his eyes as his mouth returns to your nipples. The flat of his tongue drags slowly over the pink-ish flesh on your breast right before he puckers his lips over it and pulls away with a soft smack.
He moves to the other breast, tongue lapping furiously at your sensitive bundle of nerves. Jungkook doesn’t leave the other nipple unattended as his thumb softly stimulates the wetted protrusion.
You curse yourself at the way you grew wetter upon hearing the wet kissing sounds your best friend was producing on your skin. Aside from the goosebumps you feel from Jungkook’s gentle caress, you found yourself liking the sound of his rough palm sliding across your plump flesh, much like the ASMR videos you are obsessed with except this is a lewd version made just for your ears.
Jungkook’s hand squeezes your breasts together, enjoying the cute sight of them fitting perfectly in his hold, your nipples erected, swollen, “So pretty.”
Looking up to your turned on expression, he slides one hand down to your stomach, fingers nimbly slithering past your underwear to directly tap at your wet and throbbing clit. His eyebrow rose when he heard you whine out loud, his hand trapped between the heat of your thighs.
“Fuck, c-can you,” you swallow, hips moving instinctively so two of his fingers rubbed deliciously against your neglected clit. You hear him hum against your nipple, tongue still lapping harshly against the erected bud. You are all too aware of the way his other hand supported your back as you arched them when the friction you caused felt too good. “Can you press it harder?”
His canines nipped at your tits, head slightly nodding in confirmation before his arms exert enough force to have you mewling above him. Jungkook’s other hand guides your movement, loving the way his fingers are filled with both your essence and plump flesh.
“Nnghhh,” your arms reach across to encircle them around your best friend’s neck, the other one sliding to the arm trapped inside your panties.
Your soft hold had him growling again into your breasts, furiously devouring on your tits simultaneously. His hold behind you tightens until he has you in a soft embrace. His mouth squishes deliciously onto your bundle of nerves, eliciting more whiny moans out of your swollen pink lips.
Jungkook subtly moves the tips of his fingers, loving the way your juices just continuously coat them. You were just so wet for him that it made him trap your leg between his thighs, knees scooching closer until his strained member was slightly pressed against your limb. He feels so much more turned on than when you had him cumming in your mouth on this same couch; he wanted to blow his load now, even without your touch, but then he remembers this was all about making you cum.
You notice the way Jungkook’s fingers gradually stopped pressing into your clit, two of his long coated digits spreading wide to just lightly make contact with your outer pussy lips. As compensation to the lessened stimulation, he increased the intensity of the way he sucked, licked, kissed your nipples. The tip of his tongue presses and rolls around the erected nubs, sparks of immense pleasure causing you to shiver, moan, and rub your thighs.
He groans when your moving legs brush against his clothed cock, pace growing wilder the more turned on he got. Noticing this, you give him the pleasure he deserved to feel by pressing your leg harder against his crotch. His breath was hot when he moans at the relieving pressure, teeth nipping at your skin in gratitude only to elicit more moans out of you.
With his fingers pressed to your slick labia, and his mouth fixated on one breast, he chooses to harshly lick at your erected nipple using the hardened tip of his tongue. Jungkook feels his pride elevate as you start to voice out louder moans, loud enough for only his ears.
Your every exhale is mixed with a gasp and a whine, toes curling when your best friend’s thumb comes up front from your back to press harshly at the other neglected nipple. Your hips cant furiously against his steady arm, leg bouncing uncontrollably at the oncoming wave of orgasm. “So close, Guk.”
“Yeah?” Jungkook loves the way that his lips chase your heaving chest, arm exerting force once again against your thrusting hips. As acknowledgement for your nearing orgasm, he hums as his tongue laps at your skin at a hungrier pace. “Cum all over me, no one’s stopping you.”
Unaware of the way you were frantically rubbing all your sensitive parts against your best friend, you close your eyes as you focus on your impending release. It didn’t take long until you were seeing white, mouth hung open and releasing soft gasping moans, arms clutching onto the cause of your overdue pleasure.
“Good girl,” Jungkook whispers. His soiled fingers brush against your quivering and spasming lips, parting the plump flesh until they are lightly massaging your throbbing clit. He feels you wiggle away from him as oversensitivity hit you, but he keeps you in place by his arm around your waist. “Hold still will you,”
“Too much,” your hand combs through his hair, stopping at the crown of his head to fist the few caught strands when his tongue languidly circles and presses on your tender nipple. “Guk, please,”
“Let me,” Jungkook noisily leaves a puckered kiss on your tit before moving on to the other. He knows to himself that he was more of an ass man than a boob guy, but for some reason he was suddenly obsessed with your breasts. His hand inside your panties slides out of it, bringing them up to your lips kept shut by your biting teeth. “Let me stay like this for a while.”
You oblige without fight at his requests, head nodding in affirmation as your mouth opens to usher in his wet finger. Your hazy eyes later register the extended arm to be filled with his meaningful tattoos, thighs rubbing when you remember that you always had this tattoo kink.
Much to your relief, Jungkook doesn’t stimulate your oversensitized erogenous zones as much, lips and tongue just lightly tapping and brushing along your flesh. You start giggling when you feel his other hand brush fleetingly against your ticklish sides, to which he responds with retracting his fingers from your mouth and his lips pulling up to a smile on your collarbone. “Get off, you dork.”
Jungkook doesn’t feel like he’s had enough, but he doesn’t resist your light push. When he looks up, he takes note of the way post-sex glow looked beautiful on you, especially with his dimmed living room light looking like a halo above your flowy hair. “How was I?”
Reaching for your discarded clothes, you scoot away from your best friend, giving him space on the couch to sit beside you. Shielded by the thick material of your hoodie, you roll your eyes. Of course your egoistic best friend would fish for compliments. But then again, he deserved it for doing it so well. He was so good to you too. “It was alright.”
When your head peeks out of your upper garment, you are met with his soft eyes looking at you expectantly. His torso remains unclothed, a large pillow sitting atop his lap. His cheek was pressed against his fist that was held up by his arm on the backrest of his sofa. He looked so innocent and boyish that you never would have thought he’d bring you to orgasm the way he did just moments ago.
“Is ‘alright’ code name for ‘amazing’?” Jungkook wiggles his eyebrows.
“Don’t try me, Jungkook.”
“Oh?” His arm behind your head propels his body to lean closer to you, mouth just as close as it was a while ago to your ears, “But I already did, and you were delicious.”
Before you could push him away, Jungkook was already out of the couch. Your eyes watched his bare back retreating towards the bathroom. With his hand atop the doorknob, he turns his torso to face you, other hand stroking the hair at the back of his head, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I gotta jerk off. Unless,”
You’re scowling at his smirking face, although your irritation doesn’t look convincing when you find yourself blushing. “You wanna join in and help me?”
The bathroom door closes before the pillow you threw could hit him. You hear his chuckle from behind the door despite your screeching, “Fuck off, Jeon.”
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“I thought you were going to stick to your underwear?” Yoongi points out, though you’re not sure if he’s joking or not. When you send him an unamused stare, he shows you his gummy smile and, like always, he is immediately forgiven.
FEATURING - min yoongi
CATEGORY - romance . implied
WORD COUNT - 500+
Yoongi averts his attention from the long-sleeved rashguard on a mannequin back to you when he hears you gasp. In your hand, you held a hanger. From the corner of his eyes, he sees the sign saying ‘New Arrivals’ on top of the rack where you took the hanger from.
“How is this so expensive? For barely any clothing?” With a shake of your head, you return the hanger to the rack and move on to a different one.
“It’s a two-piece swimsuit,” Yoongi deadpans, fingers pinching the hem of the chiffon translucent beach dress you passed by. “Sold in a branded store, and nothing is on sale. What did you expect?”
“Exactly! It’s because it’s a swimsuit that it shouldn’t be that overpriced.” You complain, but still skim through the swimsuit collection anyways. Yoongi chuckles when he watches you hold on to a pair you wanted to try on. “Maybe I should just wear my matching bra and panties. They’re basically the same anyway.”
“Do whatever you want,” Yoongi trails behind you, holding the few hangered clothes you had in your hands. “I got your back if anyone tries flirting with you.”
You turn around to face your boyfriend, a wide playful smile pushing your blushing cheeks up higher. The fluttering in your chest intensifies when you reach out to hold his unoccupied hand, dragging him along the more swimsuit pieces. “Anyways, what do you think I should wear to the beach?”
“I thought you were going to stick to your underwear?” Yoongi points out, though you’re not sure if he’s joking or not. When you send him an unamused stare, he shows you his gummy smile and, like always, he is immediately forgiven. “If I see one more expensive bikini set, I might. Actually, your three-dollar gold chain is better than these pieces of fabric.”
Yoongi chuckles when you say that a bit too loudly, earning mean glances from both the store clerks and customers nearby. “Hmmm, how about we,” He slings an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer as he whispered raspily, “save that for the bedroom, baby?”
You both snort, laughing as you swat your boyfriend’s arm away. While making your way to the dressing room, you lean on your tiptoes and kiss him on the cheek. “Anything for my baby.”
You’re unbothered by the stink-eye the cash register sends you as you pay for that expensive bathing suit you saw a while ago. You think it was worth it when Yoongi gets an instant hard-on when you exit the dressing stall to show it to him.
When the bag is handed to you, Yoongi instantly snatches it and pulls you along with quick strides. “What’s the hold up, Yoongi?”
“Aren’t you gonna try it on? For me? In the bedroom?” Yoongi is unfazed when he garners the attention of passers-by with his question. Meanwhile, you pout and whine, “Yoongi, I’m not letting you fuck me in my expensive bikini set.”
You reach Yoongi’s car in record time. With a raised brow, he motions to your branded shopping bag, asks cockily “Who said you’re wearing this?”, and throws it to the back seats. You smirk, buckling up for the speedy ride to his apartment.
