making out with jeon jungkook!!
contains: inexperienced!reader, making out to something more spicy (👀), jungkook is a fuckboy but is a big softie for reader!!
jungkook was notorious for being the biggest fuckboy on campus, showing up to house parties and crashing them with his big dick energy. he could get any girl he wanted - until he met you, that was.
jungkook knew he had to have you. your doe-like eyes that lit up every time your friend called your name, the way you politely declined other men that offered to refill your drink, the flush of soft pink that creeped up your cheeks when he brushed a hair behind your ear. Everything about you was mesmerising.
jungkook didn’t know you were inexperienced, you see. until he had you pinned against the bedroom door with his knee in between your thighs—until you let out a wary whimper—until you accidentally bit his lip a little too hard.
jungkook immediately lifted him self off of you, pushing himself backwards away from the door.
“you good?”
“..i-yeah! i’m okay…just that i have never done …this before”
“this? like makeout with someone?”
“like..everything”
now the whole room was spinning.
jungkook felt the familiar rush in his lower body, and licked his bottom lip to stop himself from towering over your figure again.
“…you want to stop? we don’t have to continue if you don’t want to”
this was a surprise to you. THE fuckboy jungkook cared about consent? you thought he was just like every other douchebag; just chatting to anything and anyone with a hole was a win.
“no! i mean..no, i…want to”
even in the dimly lit room, he could tell from the tone of your voice that your cheeks and ears were tinted pink.
jungkook took a slow step towards you, eyes searching your face to see any hint of uncertainty, or wariness.
“i’ll go slow”
your eyes met his with certainty, and jungkook’s heart skipped a beat when he spotted a faint glimpse of lust.
jungkook met your lips a lot more slower this time. he made sure to guide you; whether it was his tongue gently parting your lips before exploring your mouth or him placing his hand at the back of your head, tilting your head to make it a little easier for you to meet his lips while you were on your tippy toes.
jungkook felt himself slipping a few times—his knee finding that sweet spot between your thighs again—and would snap back to reality when you tugged on his plain white t-shirt. going slow was a good idea until he was kissing you.
jungkook felt you gain confidence as your makeout session went on. the more swollen both of your lips got, the more bold you got. your hand travelled up his bare abdomen underneath his t-shirt—even travelling down to fiddle a bit with his belt that was doing an awful job of restraining his hard-on.
“shit—now you wanna go fast?”
“oh!—sorry…should i not have done that?”
“no,”
jungkook states, his tone and demeanour darker than before,
“you have no idea how much i’m holding back. can you feel how bad i want this?”
his hand engulfs your hand, guiding it down to his hardened cock over his jeans and gives it a little squeeze.
jungkook’s other hand wanders up from your waist, to your breasts, to your neck, putting enough pressure to leave your head spinning—his veins popping out behind his tattooed sleeve.
“babygirl, i want to touch you so bad. i want you to touch me so fucking bad. but i’m trying to be a gentleman.”
your knees nearly give out on you. you gulp against his hand on your neck, and let out a whimper.
“…you can touch me. i want you to touch me…and i want to touch you too”
jungkook is done holding back now. he picks you up by your waist, and carries you to the bed, practically throwing you onto it.
he tosses his white t-shirt over his head and onto the floor, the band of his calvin klein underwear peeking out from his black jeans.
“no going back now, baby. let me make you feel so fucking good you’ll be crawling back to me.”















