#catboy!bts

“Damn it Jungkook, will you put it in already?!”

You watch your boyfriend fiddle around, a serious look on his face as his brows furrow in concentration. His fluffy ears fold back flat on his head while he exhales heavily after holding his breath for a long time.

“I’m trying! It’s too big!” He growls in defense to your snappy question.

“Then try harder! I swear to God if you get the wrong hole again–”

“Hold on a second woman, do you know how hard it is to try and fit this into something that small?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” you murmur quietly under your breath, “watch me end up having to do it by myself again.”

His hypersensitive ears, seeing how they perk right up as he snaps his head to the side to eye you spitefully, catch those words anyway. His lids squeeze to slits while his hand, still holding the thing, freeze mid-air as a low hiss slips from between his teeth.

“Are you telling me i suck at screwing? Is that what you’re saying, ___?”

“I’m just saying that this is not how i pictured it. You’re doing something wrong.”

“Can you– like, not?! I told you I don’t need those stupid instructions. I'm really good at this, just wait...” He grumbles irritably, still trying to jam the thing in by force.

You watch him mess around in silence for a little longer before you just can’t take it anymore.

“Do you need help holding it up?” You sigh in exasperation of his stubborn ass not getting anywhere this way.

Jungkook quickly dismisses your half-hearted offer to help with another hostile hiss, finally making you gasp in indignation.

“Stop hissing at me! It’s our first time doing this, don’t be a jerk!”

“Me?” your boyfriend scoffs wide-eyed, “I’m being a jerk?! You’ve been nothing but criticizing the whole time while i’m doing all the work!”

“You wouldn’t even let me touch it!”

“Because you don’t know how to handle it!”

That’s it. The final straw. If he doesn’t need you, he can just do it by himself.

“Well have fun handling it by yourself, then! I’m off.” You seethe as you stand up to grab your coat from the floor and wrap it around your shoulders.

Panic replaces the annoyance in his voice, his hand shooting up to cling onto the edge of your coat. “Where are you going?”

“For a walk.” Is your clipped response, being already slightly swayed by the sudden submissiveness and stars twinkling in his eyes trying to make you weak like they always manage to do. “And you better have that freaking bed up and made when i get back.”

You won’t lie, the look on his face does things to you and seeing it fall the second you pull the hem of your coat out of his hands kind of breaks your heart. Still, you’re just so pissed right now you really need to go out to clear your head and get some fresh air. Letting this escalate into a big fight when you’re just moving in together doesn’t seem like a great idea.

All in all, you’re not surprised. You know he’s trying his best, although you’d expected things to go south since your proud boy insisted on proving his ‘manliness’ despite knowing fuck all about Ikea furniture or carpentry. He’s so used to being good at everything he tries his hand on, you’d long seen his outbursts of frustration coming even before he’d grabbed the first screw. Not even Jeon Jungkook gets spared when it comes to the cursed furniture from hell. You’ve heard it being the reason for multiple breakups before and you’re not planning on letting the two of you become that kind of couple.

Still, the longer you think about it, the more you realize you might’ve been a little too harsh on him. Moving in together is a big step and stressful enough as it is. You’re probably not the only one feeling a little on edge lately.

As you walk past a convenience store, you find yourself lingering. Ten minutes later, the door jingles as you walk out of the store with a pack of banana milk, some beer and fried chicken. Counts for at least a nice attempt at making up for your coldness earlier, right? You might even stop by the grocery store to get some fresh lamb skewers, to surprise him with a small barbecue party on your new balcony later tonight.

“Kookie? Baby, I’m home.” You call from down the stairs as you kick your shoes off in the foyer.

As you sprint up the stairs, your boyfriend meets you halfway to greet you with a hug. His dark brown and soft tail instantly curls around your waist while he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, his purrs reverberating against your skin. He doesn’t like to say it with as many words, but he shows you how he regrets your earlier argument in his own way.

“I know, sweetie.” You clutch him against you, unable to suppress a smile when you hear the purring intensify. “Me too.”

You take his hand to lead him further up and away from the stairs to minimize the chances of accidents, but stop in front of your bedroom when you see something that wasn’t there before.

“Koo, you assembled the bed?! All by yourself? That’s amazing!” You squeal, pleasantly surprised and pulling him along as you run into the bedroom despite his stuttering protest.

“Wait! ___, I–”

You don’t wait to hear what he wants to say, throwing him on the bed and yourself on top of him. His eyes widen and he instantly glances down at the mattress, rendering you a little confused but you don’t think much of it when he heaves a relieved sigh. You giggle and lean down for a kiss, him already meeting you halfway when both of your ears register the cracking sound underneath you.

The bed collapses violently, all four legs giving out and the box holding the mattress with you on top of it slamming against the floor. The impact has you bouncing a little, shock written all over your faces as a few seconds of silence ensue.

“Woah,” You release a tense breath, ready to laugh it off when Jungkook crosses his arms over his face; a thing you know he does when he’s embarrassed or upset. “Oh– hey, what’s wrong?”

You watch his bottom lip tremble a little, almost unnoticeable but you know him too well to miss it. He shakes his head, trying to avert his face from your eyes. He doesn’t like you seeing him like this.

“Hey, talk to me,” You pout a little, gently prying his arms away from his face, “Baby, come on? What’s the matter?”

“I knew it,” he murmurs, a sad tone lacing his voice, “I knew I was doing it all wrong.”

You huff, playfully rolling your eyes in an attempt to get him to loosen up a little. “Who cares about the bed, Jungkook? You tried, right? Isn’t that the most important thing?”

“I disappointed you.” He wants to hide his face behind his arms again but you grab his wrists before he gets the chance, pinning them next to his head. He looks a little flushed as he keeps his head turned away from you, pout plastered on his handsome face. You don’t like that frown he’s sporting, so you kiss the spot between his eyebrows to make it go away.

“No you didn’t, silly. I was just pissed when I told you to make sure to put the bed up before I came back, I didn’t actually mean it.”

“I took it seriously.”

“I can see that.” You smile fondly. “You always take these things seriously, don’t you?”

“Only because I don’t want to disappoint you.” His blush deepens in color and he looks away again, getting shy underneath your intense staring.

How does he still make your heart stupidly flutter like this? It wants to make itself known, wants Jungkook to be aware of it with the way it beats so loud for him. Despite his ears being a little floppy, the tip of his tail betrays his growing contentment when you see it slightly flick left and right from the corner of your eye. You can’t keep a grin from going ear to ear before you peck a loud kiss on his pouty lips.

“C’mon, let’s go.” You pat his muscular thighs, something awakening between your own in doing so before you realise it but you ignore it in favor of more important matters: comforting your sulky boyfriend.

“Where to?” He asks, big ears perking up atop his head in curiosity.

“To the balcony!” You pick up the convenience store bags from the floor and hold them up ostentatiously.

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Five lamb skewers, a large container of fried chicken and several beers later, you sit soaking up the last warm sun rays of the day on your small balcony. You’ve talked and laughed, diffusing the tension moving tends to bring with. A full stomach is a sure way to get your soft kitten guy to relax; instant contentment once you bring meat to the table. He’s happily sucking the banana milk through the tiny straw, still his favorite even though he’s started to take a liking to alcoholic beverages as well, lately. You remember the night you both went to a party and he somehow got his hands on milky banana-flavored liquor, which you had to hide from him all night long or he would’ve had a really rough morning after.

You chuckle to yourself at the memory, Jungkook yawning and stretching dramatically and letting his shirt ride up to pat his abs in satisfaction (you’d say tummy but it wouldn’t be fitting with the way the chiseled muscles are carved into his abdomen even after a full meal).

“Mmm, that was so good.” A lazy smile curls on his lips when he pecks a kiss on your cheek in appreciation of the surprise barbecue you’d prepared.

“I can feel a food coma coming in,” you yawn in turn, hand coming up to rub your sleepy feline behind one of his fluffy ears, “I could totally use a nap right now.”

“We have no bed, though…” Jungkook mumbles a tad bit guilty. You see him thinking and for a moment you’re scared he’ll feel bad all over again, when his face suddenly lights up. “I have an idea!”

You curiously watch him jump up, making a beeline for the unpacked moving boxes and starting to stack them on top of each other.

“What are you doing?” You laugh, following him and silently offering to help carry some boxes, which he refuses. He couldn’t assemble the bed by himself but he can do this, damnit.

Jungkook skillfully folds and unfolds the empty cardboard boxes in and on top of each other until a true construction comes together. It’s like a fort: the ones you’d make as a child with blankets and furniture. You catch on what he’s been trying to do and instantly search for the boxes with blankets and fairy lights (you bought them because you like a cozy balcony) to decorate it and make it that much more inviting.

“That’s cute.” He smiles, a soft expression on his face, watching you concentrate and draping the fairy lights over the cardboard boxes.

The small details really turn the boxes into a little cardboard castle and you can’t help but feel like a kid again. Excitement bubbles inside your chest and you’ve already forgotten about the small argument you’ve had earlier today.

“Ready to enter, m’lady?” He playfully bows and offers his hand, which you take all too theatrically as you attempt a shitty curtsy that almost has you tripping over your own feet, making you both burst out in childish laughter.

Sitting down, your backs rest against the ‘walls’ of the little hideaway in your new apartment as he pulls you into a close hug, squishing his cheek against yours and sighing happily. “Ahh, this is nice.”

“We’ve worked hard today, hm? I say we call it a day and just camp out in here.” You nuzzle your face in his neck, making your ticklish kitten squirm and giggle yet refuse to break the hug. His tail curls enthusiastically, brushing against your cheek in a subtle attempt to tickle you back.

“I second that.” He hums, a soft purr starting to reverberate through his body and reflecting the absence of stress for the first time in a while since the start of the whole moving process.

You suddenly remember another thing. “Oh! Wait, I forgot something!”

Jungkook looks up as you wriggle yourself out of his warm arms to crawl out of the fort, a little confused when you don’t elaborate on that.

“What is it?” He yells from behind cardboard walls.

You come back with two ice-cold popsicles you’ve stored in your little portable freezer after your trip to the convenience store, big grin on your lips as you hold them up.

“Melon or strawberry?”

There’s actually no need for asking, knowing exactly which one he prefers and proven right when his hand shoots up to claim the pink one. He also knows you like melon flavor the best anyway. Getting back into your previous embrace and making yourselves comfortable between the many pillows and underneath the blankets you’ve provided, you set up your laptop to watch a movie on Netflix.

“You really feel comfortable now, don’t you?” You ask sweetly, caressing his jaw with your fingers and hearing the purring intensify.

“Yeah, I dunno...Something about cardboard boxes just really makes me feel at ease,” he mumbles, eyes closed while basking in your affection, contentment written all over his face. “Makes me feel safe.”

Right, cats do love their boxes. You forgot about that little fact. It explains why he came up with the idea when he felt distressed; he probably needed a place to hide from the stress and responsibilities of all this grown up adult stuff. Even if it’s just a symbolic hideout. He’s been trying so hard to conceal the feline part of him, wanting to prove he could be a proper partner. One you could count on. He loves being taken care of since it’s practically engraved in his genes, but he’s been taking more care of you lately. You start feeling a bit bad, having grown too comfortable with how responsible he’s been that you’d forgotten your own responsibilities towards him.

“I’m really proud of you, you know?” You tell him. “You’ve been doing so much and doing everything so well.”

“Not everything.” He stubbornly refers to the bed blunder, starting to sulk a bit again as he suckles on his strawberry popsicle.

You quickly decide to just change the subject. “Hey, let me try yours.”

Jungkook offers you the pink frozen stick as he watches you lean over to close your lips around the sticky syrup. He swears he didn’t mean to place the thing right above his crotch but once he realizes, it’s too late and a furious blush instantly spreads across his cheeks. The moment is gone before he can properly process the onslaught of unholy images attacking his mind when you sit back up, satisfied before popping your own green refreshment back in your mouth.

“Still like melon better.” You shrug and direct your attention back towards the movie, oblivious to the way your boyfriend’s fuzzy ears are perked right up in complete focus and the darkness that cloaks his otherwise gentle gaze.

He licks his lips as he diligently watches yours, slick with spit and sweet syrup as they work around the popsicle. His eyelids feel heavy and his throat dry when he asks if he can get a taste of your flavor too.

“Sure!” You hand him your chilled melon bar but get caught off guard when his lips find your own instead of the green stick.

A low hum trickles off his tongue when he slips it past your lips to savor the sweet melon taste mingled with the familiarity of you as he pulls you closer until you’re practically in his lap.

You’re near having a whiplash with the way he switched from a sulky baby hiding in his carton fort to, well, this. Silently wondering what triggered this sudden change in attitude, you still revel in the way he hungrily searches to taste more of you when sharp canines dare to sting your bottom lip once in a while. He’s careful but insistent, quite literally stealing your breath away as he doesn’t allow much room for you to gasp for air, or have any thoughts for that matter.  

“What’s gotten into you?” You lightly chuckle when you have a spare moment to catch your breath, holding off your over enthusiastic boyfriend’s incessant kisses by pushing him back at his chest, instantly making him whine.

“Nothing... just,” He blushes, the glow on his skin apparent even in the dark, face lit by only the weak luminescence of the small laptop screen, “In the mood, I guess.”

“Hmm?” You grin, fingers playing with the collar of his shirt, “Is my baby getting a little needy?”

He knows you’re teasing him but still lets himself get more worked up as his blush deepens and he looks away, grumbling. “I’m not a baby.”

“But you’re so needy,” you keep pushing his buttons, loving how quickly you get the desired effect, “Like a good kitten.”

You feel something harden underneath your thighs where you’re sitting on his lap, the bulge in his jeans gradually growing despite his scowling face and ears flat on his head.

“Don’t call me that,” he hisses half-heartedly, but can’t keep the vibrations inside his chest from being audible as he starts purring heavily, enhancing the sound of his irregular breathing.

You shrug, bringing your popsicle back to your lips and making sure to be loud as you slurp extra hard at the melting sugar water, looking at him from underneath your lashes. He gulps, eyes slightly widening while still trained on how your lips move, ears perking up to catch every sound they make.

“You’re evil,” he whispers lowly, fingers digging into your hips and lips latching onto your jaw.

“Your popsicle is melting,” you gasp as he starts sucking a hickey into your neck, your fingers now gripping around the fabric of his collar. You can try and play with him only for so long before you get equally as affected by his neediness.

You expect a bratty response or an impatient wine at the very least, but certainly not the sudden icy sensation that catches you off guard and covers your skin in goosebumps when he smears the cold liquid all over your throat. You wince, ready to scold your bully of a boyfriend when his hot and rough tongue comes to glide over the cold trail of stickiness the popsicle left behind. A moan escapes your lips before you know it, a hand moving up to tangle itself through the strands of his dark hair and enticing Jungkook to repeat the action. The frozen stick is less surprising the second time it touches your skin, though it still causes a shivering shock to shoot through your nervous system and straight down to your core where you clench your thighs on reflex.

“W-what are you doing?” You have a tough time keeping your breathing under control with the way he’s lapping at your neck and throat, clearing your skin of every trace of tacky strawberry syrup.

His mischievous chuckle reverberates against your neck. “Getting the most out of my popsicle.”

He moves the frozen bar down the cleavage of your shirt, your nipples responding instantly by perking up and showing themselves through the fabric. You suck air through your teeth and Jungkook raises an eyebrow, a smirk plastered on his awfully smug face.

“If the girls say hi, I should greet them back, right?” His grin widens and he looks like the cat that got the cream. Literally.

“Shut up, they’re just being polite.” You grumble, but let him unbutton your shirt with one hand anyway while he continues to coat your skin in the sugary liquid as he kisses his way down the trail.

Your cheeks heat up when he slides the straps of your bra down your arms before pulling the cups down and exposing your bare breasts to the air. Jungkook looks absolutely mesmerized by the view, jaw going slack as he forgets to close his mouth while he concentrates on painting along the swell of your mounds with the ice cold popsicle. Seeing your skin glisten with the sticky fluid, he can’t seem to control his urges much longer. He buries his face between them, his raspy albeit slick tongue hot as it chases after the strawberry flavor.

You drop your head back, reveling in the smooth and pleasant ministrations being inflicted upon your sensitive breasts when he suddenly moves the popsicle to a nipple. He circles it around the little nub, devoting equally as much attention to both sides. A pleasant numbness buzzes through your perky buds and your whole body responds to the extreme temperature by having you soak your panties through with abundant arousal. The heat of his mouth is both welcome and intrusive, the slightly sandpapery texture of his tongue making you arch your back and push your chest closer to his face.

Jungkook is in his own world, lips around a nipple as he sucks, licks and nibbles like he never wants to stop. While nursing one breast with his mouth, his hand stimulates the other with the popsicle; giving you hot and cold at the same time, switching regularly.

You can’t describe how good it makes you feel, yet it’s not enough. You grow impatient, frustrated with how you don’t want him to stop but also need him elsewhere.

“You do realize you’re making it melt faster this way?” You try to get his attention by pulling on his left ear, although your voice is much softer than you’d intended it to sound as it borders on a happy sigh.

“Mmm,” He hums, distracted and purring heavily, looking content to spend the rest of his life glued to your boobs.

You shift your hips a little until you’re properly mounting him, rolling them into his suggestively. “Kookie…”

He momentarily detaches himself from your nipple to gasp softly when he feels the added pressure on his hard dick underneath his jeans.

“But I’m not done yet…” He pouts, gazing at your chest longingly.

“Your popsicle is almost gone anyway.”

He hesitates for a moment, then sits up abruptly before he flips you around and on your back in a swift motion. “Better hurry then.”

“Wait, wha–” You sputter as he hikes up your skirt and pulls your panties to the side, barely giving you time to process what’s happening when he presses what’s left of the popsicle against your clit without any warning. “Jungkook!”

The iciness on your sensitive bundle of nerves makes you want to close your thighs and ban the frozen object from your hot center, but Jungkook is faster. His lips close around your little nub, tongue pressing up and simultaneously sucking hard. You’re nothing but putty in his hands as you throw yourself back and reach for the nearest pillow to bury your cries and teeth in. He does the same he did to your nipples, but it affects you a thousand times more. Hot, freezing, hot, freezing. You’ve never felt a more strange sensation than this numbness paired with oversensitivity.

When his tongue swirls around your clit, it feels too hot and you’re on fire. When the popsicle touches your most sensitive spots, you shiver and get goosebumps all over. He alters between the two so effortlessly, you’re struggling to differentiate the one from the other after a short while. For all you know, he’s doing both at the same time. All in all, you don’t care about what he does as long as he doesn’t stop. Jungkook purrs continuously, adding mild vibrations to the mix as he diligently eats you out. Your body is confused and you find yourself more and more unable to tamper your moans to a less dramatic volume as tears start to pour out of the corners of your eyes. The pillow is your best friend in this moment; letting you bite, drool, cry and dig your nails into the soft fabric. Your breathing turns erratic when your abdomen tightens in preparation of what you’re sure to be an explosive orgasm. The onslaught of sensations proving to be too much for you as you start to tense up.

“K- Kook, I’m gonna- gonna come!” You whimper helplessly as you start letting go, your fingers having found refuge around his big and soft ears, thumbs rubbing up and down on the inside in a subconscious attempt to calm yourself.

Jungkook shivers at the feeling, the inside of his ears a very sensitive and erogenous zone that you keep stimulating without really realizing it. It only serves as extra motivation to get you there as good and fast as he can, amping up the intensity of his ministrations. Sweetness fills his mouth and he moans, strawberry flavor mixed with the familiar taste of your juices generously flowing onto his tongue.

One more suck around your swollen nub pressed against his trembling tongue was all it took to get you falling apart with a cry of his name. Your body curls off the floor, thighs squeezing around your cat boy’s head and his face snug against your pulsating pussy as he laps up the nectar you spill with great enthusiasm.

Feeling spent, you deflate when you finally find time to catch your breath and comfort in the way his soft hair and ears caress the skin of your hand where it’s still tangled in between. You shiver, Jungkook still lazily kissing your hot center with his eyes closed, hands absentmindedly stroking the inside of your thighs. Gently pushing at his head, you maneuver him away from your poor clit that’s burning with oversensitivity. He whines when you close your thighs, taking away his ravishing view on your deliciously swollen lips, slick with his spit and your cum.

“Why are you whining?” You laugh lightheartedly, kissing his lips because you miss them already. Your heart’s full, your cheeks hot, the tenderness between your legs still very present even when the fire Jungkook’s ignited in your chest still hasn’t died. You’re not done, want more of him.

When you move to touch him with your other hand, you finally realize it’s still occupied. Your fingers are sticky with the melted sugar water, but the popsicle still survived for a big part.  

“Ah...what do I do with this?” You sigh and start licking your fingers to get them to stick together less when Jungkook clears his throat.

“Do you… I kind of want to try it, too.” He admits, one brow raised and teeth digging into his bottom lip in a playful smirk. “Yours hasn’t melted that much yet.”

“You’re just full of ideas today, aren’t you?”

“Good ideas, yes.” He corrects, giggling way too cutely as he sits back and gets comfortable between the pillows, pulling you on top of him.

“You’re awfully excited to get your dick frozen off,” you grin, your free hand moving to undo his jeans, “I thought cats hated being cold?”

Jungkook laughs, pushing his pants down and pulling his shirt over his head so only his tight black boxer briefs are left, stretching out around his thick thighs. “There’s a few exceptions.”

“How convenient!” You feign surprise, your heart fluttering in your chest at the comfortable playfulness of it all when you go to straddle him, knees on either side of his hips as you perch yourself right atop his rock hard bulge. Even though you’ve only been in this house for a few hours, being with him just makes you feel right at home.

“Mmm, isn’t it?” He smiles as he leans in for another kiss and you’re tempted to let him steal one, but you have some sweet revenge up your sleeve, first.

He yelps when the icy popsicle unexpectedly presses against one of his nipples, his body tensing up in surprise and making you laugh in satisfaction.

You just raise your eyebrows at his scowl, wordlessly coating his chest and abs in the cold liquid and watching him flinch and hiss each time the tip of the popsicle touches a particularly sensitive area.

“You sure you’re ready for this down there?” You ask, emphasizing where exactly you mean ‘downstairs’ by wiggling your hips a bit, letting the curve of his erection sit cushy between your soft lower lips, hot and comfortable through the fabric of his underwear.

Jungkook groans for a moment, breath hitching in his throat when he feels his boxers dampen where your plush pussy envelops his cock in your warmth as you start getting wet again. The prospect of having an icicle pressed against his thin and sensitive skin instead suddenly looks a whole lot less tempting now.

Still, he gets it together again by gripping your hips and allowing himself a nice roll into your heat, however shallow it is with his underwear in the way. He smirks that annoying smirk you hate because you find it so fucking hot when he does that, cockiness all over his face and you brace yourself because it usually means he’s going to say something infuriating.

You’re not wrong.

“Can’t wait for your hot mouth to warm me up again when your popsicle melts and you need something else to suck,” he whispers in your ear before pecking a terribly misplaced chaste kiss on your neck, all words uttered tauntingly without missing a beat. The contrast with the sulky kitten on the verge of crying because he couldn’t stand the thought of upsetting or disappointing you couldn’t be more stark and confusing.

He knows how to catch you off guard, letting you have all the power but then running his mouth and teasing you, getting you embarrassed and needy and hot for him when you were supposed to be in charge here.

“Yeah?” you get ready to play your last card in an attempt to regain some control, “You want my mouth?”

“Need your mouth, baby,” he nods, smiling against your lips when he kisses you.

“Okay, kitten,” you push him further back into the pillows until he’s on his back. “Just lay back for me, yeah?”

The purrs reverberating through his body are so intense you could feel them vibrate all over his body as you kiss down his neck. You take your sweet time making your way south, lips nipping at his nipples where you’ve previously made them hard with your icy melon bar. The taste mingles with his natural scent, a tinge of salt joining the mix when he starts sweating in anticipation of what your tongue’s going to do next.

It’s his mistake, really, not anticipating your pettiness as you go agonizingly slow. You trace the shape of every single ab, ice melting in beautiful rectangles before you lap up the syrup with your tongue. He’s getting frustrated quickly, his tail whipping back and forth impatiently.

“Babe,” your boyfriend hisses through gritted teeth when your own leave gentle love bites on his skin, “can you stop teasing, please?”

“Mmm,” you hum vaguely, ignoring him as your tongue dips shallowly underneath the elastic waistband of his boxers.

“I’m serious,” he whines, “I’m so hard it hurts…”

You smirk at having successfully wiped that smug expression off that damned handsome face of his. He seems to remember who’s in charge now.

“aw, poor thing,” your hand comes up flat against his raging hard-on, stroking him above his underwear, “want me to make it better?”

“Yes, yes… love you...Please make it hurt less,” he mutters softly, a sheen of desperation adorning his already way too fucked out expression and his hand gently petting your hair to appease you, get back in your favor. You can’t say it’s not working.

“Alright, baby. Because you’re being so good, okay?”

He visibly cringes, but still greedily absorbs your praise to the point he’s staining the black fabric of his boxer briefs with precum. The contradictions in this boy never failing to amaze you. You finally hook your fingers underneath the waistband to pull them down his legs, revealing his throbbing cock already slick with precum and heavy balls begging to be relieved of the aching pressure that’s been building up since the second he watched you curl your lips around that damn popsicle.

“Fuck, fuck, please,” he whimpers, hips bucking up in agony.

When something’s swollen, isn’t icing it the best way to decompress again?

You don’t hesitate when you lay the popsicle perpendicular against his straight, tall erection and you have to stifle your laugh because of two reasons: the way the popsicle is significantly smaller than his dick (but let’s take the fact it’s already half melted into account shall we) and the sound he makes when he basically shrinks himself like a shrimp the second the ice cold bar touches his length. You see the regret in his eyes already but a wicked gleam twinkles in yours when you slide the popsicle further down and against his red and straining balls.

“Holy SHIT!” he yelps, starting to maneuver himself away from the freezing torture device but you’ve got him this time, just like he got you earlier. You inwardly roll your eyes at how he’s overreacting like this when he’s done the exact same thing to you.

You pin him down by his hip with your free hand, showing him you mean business when your other hand splints the popsicle against his shaft again. He starts whining, then suddenly gasps when your mouth envelops both.

The heat of your mouth with the cold of the melon bar feels so fantastic, he momentarily forgets how to breathe.

“F-fuck, ___,” he stutters between erratic breaths, hands instantly burying themselves into your hair, “Baby, k-keep go-going!”

The moans you manage to coax out of him already sound like music in your ears. You love it when he gets vocal like this. Wanting to hear more, you sink down lower, taking in more as you relax your throat and let two shafts enter. You have to swallow a lot, the rapidly melting popsicle having melon sugar water glide down your throat in a mix with Jungkook’s slightly salty precum. It might not be the most convenient blowjob you’ve ever given, but it’s definitely the most delicious one.

Humming contently as you enjoy sucking his melon flavored cock in combination with the exuberant swallowing around his head, Jungkook is positively starting to lose his fucking mind. He doesn’t even realize it when his body acts on itself as his hips start snapping up to meet the bobbing of your head, the grip on your hair tightening when he speeds up and has you taking more than you initially thought you could handle.

“Fuck, babe! B-babe I’m gonna c-come, gonna come so s-soon!”

The frozen melon bar repeatedly hits the palate of your mouth, scraping against your tongue as you try your best not to choke on both his dick and the popsicle all the same. A strange buzzing starts to rise in your forehead, going from mildly annoying to kind of painful and you tap out on his thigh with your hand.

The tapping seems to bring him out of his trance just enough to release you so you let go of his dick and especially the popsicle as fast as you’re able to. Jungkook looks absolutely miserable and confused as to why you suddenly let him go when he was this close to reaching his orgasm. Did he do something wrong? Was he too rough on you?

“Ugh! Brainfreeze!” You cringe, squeezing your eyes shut and pressing a palm to your head.

Jungkook bursts out laughing, shoulders shaking and head thrown back in pure amusement as he momentarily forgets he’s been unintentionally edged and left with blue balls.

“Hey! It’s your fault, you jerk!” You feel your cheeks burning but can’t help laughter from bubbling up your throat as well, so you slap his arm for good measure.

“I think you- you’re the first person ever who can say you got- got brain freeze from sucking dick!” He wheezes, wiping away his tears before a new wave of laughter erupts from his chest.

“Listen, do you still want to come or what?” You ask, a bit more serious now.

He needs a few seconds longer to let the laughing fit die out, and then he still has trouble containing that stupid grin. “Of course I do, babe… I’m still hard as a rock.”

“Good, so–”

“But I need you on my cock right now.” And your annoyingly smug slash hot feline is back. “We don’t want another brainfreeze situation, yeah?”

“I swear to god if you’re gonna keep bringing this up–” You start but get shut up by his lips on yours, all serious need again. This boy switches moods like it’s nothing.

Jungkook pulls you on top of him, wasting little time positioning you in his lap and guiding the red and swollen head of his cock to your entrance. You’re wet, that’s an understatement. Before the brain freeze intermezzo you were really getting yourself going with how good he tasted, your favorite popsicle flavor mixed with his natural taste. You were even looking forward to swallowing melon flavored cum, if you’re being completely honest. You’ll never tell him that, though.

He slides in with ease, the slight stretch you always get when you take him feeling more like a welcome fullness. A relieved moan slips from your lips and Jungkook rushes to catch it with his own again, tasting your sounds on his tongue as he starts moving slowly.

“So hot and tight,” he groans, body quivering in satisfaction by getting the snug fit and blazing heat he’s been longing for, “Not gonna l-last long.”

His dick is still a little bit frigid at first, a funny feeling having him inside you like this. Though your body temperature quickly heats him up, you feel it rising within yourself as well. You just feel so wonderfully full, your earlier orgasm having made you more vulnerable for a second one, feeling it approaching as well.

“M-me too, Koo,” heavy breaths leave your lungs frantically when you pick up speed together, hips snapping up and slamming down to meet each other in a cacophony of skin slapping against skin, wet sounds and lewd noises.

The pitch of his voice gets noticeably higher, fluffy ears trembling in sensitivity when he buries his head into your chest and his cock into your cunt as deep as he’s physically capable of before he blows his load inside of you with a strangled moan. The feeling of hot seed splashing against your inner walls makes something snap and you tense when your second orgasm washes over you like a heatwave, intense pleasure mixing with much needed relief. Your muscles relax and you fall limp against your spent boyfriend’s chest, surrounded by pillows and blankets.

You catch your breath in a warm embrace, Jungkook pulling one of the blankets over your naked, sweaty bodies. He looks so pretty, skin glistening with a sheen of sweat and illuminated by the warm little fairy lights framing your cardboard castle.

“I really feel like a king now,” he chuckles lightly, pecking a loving kiss on the crest of your head.

You’re already getting a little sleepy, but smile at his words. “How so?”

“In my castle with my queen.”

“Damn right I am,” you grin, nestling yourself further into his arms.

“This was infinitely better than trying to put up that bed,” he states.

you tried to make him wear a collar once, innocently enough just so people wouldn’t think he was a stray cat, but you somehow ended up wearing it yourself.

that rough tongue tho.

and his deep, rumbling purrs.

and the way he brushes past you affectionately, just like he would in his cat form, except he mutters dirty things in your ear when you’re trying to concentrate on something.

or just straight up fucking you while you’re trying to do something and insisting that you stay on task.

loves it when you really dig your nails into his back and shoulders, or when you pull his hair, and will go to great lengths to illicit that reaction.

yoongi has a lot to teach you about magical sex ok

both literally and figuratively.

and he’s a patient, confident, generous teacher. with a side of snark.

and if you’re struggling to master a spell he will gladly provide incentive, teasing you and promising to reward you with his fingers, his cock, his mouth, anything you want when you finally get it right.

but he also loves to deny you and will keep you on edge all day if he feels like it, he loves playing games with you like that.

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

Despite being almost twice your size, the older male really did look like an overgrown cat baby with the way he whined and shuffled around, his head on your lap as you kept petting him on request.

He didn’t answer your question, he just kept making whimpery noises that only seemed to intensify when you tried to stop caressing his ears, grabbing your wrist when you reached for the remote to change the volume of the TV and putting your hand right back.

“Jin, talk to me,” you cooed, scratching the pink fur behind his ear since his hand kept you there, “Are you sure you’re not hungry? I can make you some ra-”

“No! It’s not that…”

You were starting to get worried. He’s been whining and fussing ever since you both got comfortable on the couch. Did he get a stomach ache from eating too much, too fast again? You did make his favourite dish… It went in like he’d been starved for 2 weeks.

“Sweetie, if your stomach hurts, you need some medicine,” you began, already moving to stand up and get some digestive tonic, “I’ll be right ba- Hey!”

You got yanked back into the sofa, caged in between two large arms and a pair of masterfully sculpted broad shoulders blocking your view when he was suddenly on top of your lap, straddling your thighs with his knees while pouting and whining before he dropped his face into the nape of your neck.

“It-it doesn’t hurt,” he stuttered, inhaling your scent and whimpering again, his nose drawing patterns on your skin and his hand moving yours to stroke his ears again, “I mean- it feels... weird.”

You absentmindedly kept petting his ears, slightly tugging on the tips, taking them between your thumbs and index fingers and rubbing them, gently grazing them with your nails.

“What does?” you asked him softly, trying to soothe whatever was bugging him by playing with his hair while your other hand still massaged his ears, since it looked like he’d throw a fit if you’d stop, “Baby, you’re making me worried…”

You could feel him starting to tremble against you, his hands kneading into your hips as his whimpers turned into full blown moans, teeth digging into the flesh of your shoulder and making you wince a bit. His skin was feverish against yours and sweat was gathering on his neck and forehead. What has gotten into him? He must really be sick...Should you take him to a doctor?

‘Jin, you-”

“It...it’s you,” he panted into your neck, distractedly nibbling and kissing his way around your skin, “The way you smell right now… I can’t help it!”

He shuffled closer to you until there was practically no space left between your bodies and then-

“Oh my god!” you gasped out when you felt something very distinct and hard poking against your stomach when he leaned over to hug you tighter.

You haven’t been with your hybrid boyfriend long enough to immediately connect the dots, but it was clear as day now. You knew you should’ve expected things like this to occur sooner or later.

You must’ve just started ovulating.

“Jin, sweetie-” you started as you tried to remain calm, but when you laid your hands on his cheeks to pull him back to look at you, you could feel heat rising up until the tips of your ears were flushed bright red, the sight before you just so illegally sinful you were surprised you didn’t just pass out right away.

Sweat beading at his forehead and neck, pink stray hairs a shade darker when they stuck to his angelic face, his utterly fucked out angelic face as his chest heaved in heavy pants, rose bud lips glistening and swollen from attacking your neck and lewd noises tumbling off of them.

“You make my body feel...tingly,” he confessed sheepishly, his ears twitching and his brows furrowing as he shifted uncomfortably on your lap because he didn’t want to crush you, but also dying for some much needed friction, ‘I just want to touch you, all the time...I- I need you to touch me too, ___-”

You couldn’t stop staring at him like an idiot, your jaw slacked and mouth gaping as you watched him jolt when you touched his hypersensitive ears again. You’ve never done more than fooling around and some second base stuff, here and there, in the time you’ve been together. You knew how his ears were definitely an erogenous zone, but you’ve never seen him react to your touch like this before.

You decided to test the waters and curiosity got the better of you when you lightly brushed your hand over the front of his jeans, almost jumping out of your skin when he moaned so loud and plaintive it sounded like he was in pain.

“I- I’m sorry!” you tried to apologize, but your words were soon disappearing into frantic kisses when he smashed his lips on yours, needing to taste you like he’d need oxygen after nearly drowning in sea.

“Again,” he moaned into your mouth, placing the hand you pulled away like you’d touched a hot plate after his reaction back on his crotch, “Please, baby, do it again!”

High on lust, you eagerly complied, even going as far as unbuttoning his pants and pulling his zipper down so you could shove your hand straight into the jeans to palm him over his boxers, feeling how his erection was already painfully hard as you could feel it throb even through the fabric.

“More...I need more, i need-” he whimpered incoherently before his blissfully closed eyes snapped open and you suddenly found yourselves in switched positions within a single second, your painfully handsome kitten now writhing underneath you as he thrusted up between your legs, one on each side of his hips, “I need you to ride me until it goes away.”

With those rose lips sporting a beautiful pout that made your heart clench in your chest, those glistening, begging eyes looking up at you and that hopeful, but desperate expression on his gorgeous face,

Finally. After a whole, exhausting day of hard work, finally you could kick off your shoes, flop down on your couch and most importantly: cuddle with your cute boyfriend. You’ve been looking forward to it all day.

‘Jimin?’, you called for him from downstairs, since you figured he was probably taking a nap on your bed. It had been so hard to leave for work this morning when he begged you for attention.

First, he didn’t want to let you leave the bed, locking his arms around your waist and trapping you in his warm embrace. You’d wanted nothing more than to stay there and get enveloped by his warmth, his softness. His sleepy and husky voice murmuring ‘don’t go’ in your ear as he tightened his arms around you. After you, regretfully so, had finally managed to slip out of your comfortable cage and went about your morning routine, he’d decided to hug you from behind and refused to let you go, making preparing breakfast a nearly impossible task. When you tried to get dressed, he tickled your sides and tried to tempt you into a playful fight as he pushed you back on the bed to tickle you some more. When that attempt ended up to be fruitless, he peppered your face with kisses, hands slipping underneath the top you'd finally managed to put on with much required effort and trying to take it off again. It was a struggle, and when his lips connected with yours, you were tempted to just give up altogether and call in sick for the day.

But unfortunately, you couldn’t just skip work (which you were already running late for) and so you had to be cold and ignore his pleas for attention. You’d felt guilty since the moment you pulled the door shut behind you when you left, so you were determined to make it up to him tonight.

‘Jiminnie?’, you called again, slowly starting to make your way upstairs when you received no response. You quietly pushed the door open to indeed see him curled up on the bed, drifted off into a deep slumber.

You smiled to yourself, barely able to suppress a squeak of endearment when he looked so illegally adorable and soft, his arms folded in front of him as his body formed a ball in fetal position, his hair a curtain of gold when his locks casually fell in front of his eyes in random strands. His cheeks were slightly flushed, probably because he turned the heater up and wrapped himself inside a warm fleece blanket. He couldn’t stand the cold, so he always made sure you nearly fainted every time you received your gas bill. Still, you couldn’t bring yourself to scold him for it.

You silently walked over to him to stroke him behind his fluffy ear, gently waking him up. A soft hum fell from his slightly parted lips, his face scrunching up in something between disturbance and relish.

‘Jiminnie, wake up,’ you cooed sweetly, running your fingers through his hair and caressing his scalp inbetween petting his ears.

‘Mmmm…Five more minutes, baby…Five more…minutes...’, he murmured, clearly not even half awake yet but a faint purr still resonating from his chest.

You pouted, nuzzling your nose into the nape of his neck and coaxing a soft giggle out of him, the ticklish thing that he was.

‘But i've missed you and i wanna cuddle.’, you spoke against his skin, his purrs vibrating against your lips.

’So tired, baby… Five more minutes.’, he repeated once more before drifting off again as if you’d never woken him up.

Tired? Tired from what? What did he do today?

‘Fine…’, you sighed, getting up and letting him sleep before changing into something more comfortable like a warm, fluffy sweater and some sweats.

You went back downstairs, a bit disappointed Jimin didn’t seem as eager for your love and attention as he was this morning. You were tempted to just get comfortable on the couch, unwind and watch some TV, but you figured you might as well finish the reports you had due this week, since Jimin was too busy sleeping anyway.

As you tapped away on your laptop, completely in the zone, Jimin finally came downstairs. Hair half wet, and changed into some basketball shorts and a black, silk V-neck, indicating he probably took his time and showered as well.

‘Hey babe!’, he greeted you excitedly and perfectly revitalized from his long nap, in contrast with you who was still working and getting more and more tired by the minute.

He came to stand behind your chair, curling his arms around your shoulders and dipping his head down to peck your cheek.

‘Hey baby,’ you answered distractedly, not stopping to type up the report and your eyes not leaving the screen for a single moment.

‘I’m ready for those cuddles now,’ he chirped, fully expecting you to jump up and throw him onto the couch for a long and intense love session.

‘What?’, with your undevided attention to the screen, you hadn’t heard a thing he said.

The roles have been reversed now Jimin was the one left pouting out of lack of attention and you were the one being too busy doing something else.

‘Cuddles, babe…'

He started kissing your neck, soft lingering pecks making their way down and making you want to cave within seconds. But you weren’t going to. You needed to finish this first, so you decided to ignore his ministrations and not show him how much they were affecting you. He should’ve taken your offer when he had the chance.

‘Not now, sweety,’ you murmured, trying to concentrate back on your work as you could feel your train of thought head straight for JiminTown. Damn it.

Jimin frowned, but wouldn’t let you blow him off that easily. Instead, he pulled his arms back from around your shoulders, making you believe he was going to leave you alone and do something else, but nothing was less true. He just moved from behind you to right in front of you, blocking your view on the screen and getting all up in your face. As if that wasn’t enough, he just sat himself down on your lap and made himself comfortable, eliminating any chance for you to keep ignoring him.

You sighed in defeat, scowling at him while he just sat there smiling and bringing his arms up to form a heart above his head.

‘Why do you only ever want my attention when i’m busy or don’t have time?’, you grumbled in annoyance, but still wrapped your arms around him. You were weak, what could you say.

He pouted again, melting your heart in the process and crushing it altogether when he added,

‘Don’t you love me?'

You smiled warmly, moving your hand to rub him behind his ear again and watching his expression go from pitiful to satisfied, his eyes smiling along with the grin that went from ear to ear and to be honest, who could be mad at this?

‘Of course i love you, silly,’ you giggled as he dove face first into the nape of your neck, picking up where he left off and showering you with kisses and hugs.

With his legs on either side of yours, it wasn’t uncomfortable to have him sit on your lap like this and it also gave you an amazing view of his luscious thighs peeking out of the basketball shorts. They looked so thick, so strong…They always managed to make your mouth water and your throat dry at the same time. Before you knew it, your hands moved as if they had a will of their own and slid down from around his waist until you could feel his thighs. You felt the hard muscles underneath your touch and you couldn’t help but give them a little squeeze, making him twitch up in surprise. You felt him smirk against your neck before he closed his teeth around your skin in a gentle lovebite, making heat rise up to your cheeks instantly. Your hands were now groping his flesh, your fingers alternating between massaging his thighs and playing with the hem of his shorts. You heard him gasp faintly every time your fingers slipped underneath his shorts and long, open mouthed kisses followed, quickly terminating whatever innocence was left of both of your original intentions.

You moved one hand back up to tangle into his soft hair, gently pulling on his locks so he’d stop abusing your neck to do the same to your lips. When he pulled back, you couldn’t believe the expression on your boyfriend’s face. Eyes heavy, lips swollen and slightly parted, he already looked so fucked out and all you did was a little touching and squeezing around his thighs.

You opened your mouth to say something about it but he didn’t give you the chance, those very cushion-like lips crashing on yours before he expressed his neediness in hard and fast movements while soft whines fell from them.

This was all so overwhelming, it’s been a while since you’ve seen him this deprived of your touch. He started moving closer into your lap, softly grinding himself into the crevice where your own thighs met and assuming you didn’t notice. But oh boy, how you did. You disconnected your lips from his for a moment to take another look at his beautiful face, brushing a strand of hair away and caressing his ear in the same movement, just watching him bite his lip and close his eyes in pleasure as he continued to get some friction against your thighs. Combined with you petting his ears, his soft spot, it felt heavenly. But you’ve only just begun.

‘You’re so needy, baby…’, you cooed, unable the hide the smile in your voice as you watched his cheeks flush with colour even further when he heard your words and nodded eagerly.

‘Missed you…’, he muttered, concentrating on the delicious sensations already surging through his body, ‘Need your touch…'

As hot and adorable as you found him right now, you haven’t forgotten how he just turned you down when he was taking his god-knows-how-long nap. So you decided to have a little fun with him.

‘Are you sure? You don’t want to sleep some more?’, you taunted, but not letting up on stimulating his ear with one hand, the other creeping further beneath his shorts and discovering, to your delight but not to your surprise, he wasn’t wearing anything underneath them.

’N-no, baby…Just want you…’, he whimpered softly before he caught your lips with his again, desperate for your affection.

You smiled against his lips, but complied. You could easily tease him a bit more but to be completely honest, you don’t think you had the patience. A wet spot started to form on the front of his shorts and you knew riding your thighs was slowly starting to affect him. Judging by how your heart was racing and the dampness of your panties, you could say the same about yourself.

‘Jimin,’ you sighed into his mouth, a soft hum in response when he slid his tongue into yours and entwined it with your own.

He fisted your fluffy sweater on your sides as your kiss grew more heated, kneading and pulling on the fabric as if he desperately wanted to take it off of you, but too mesmerized by its softness to actually do it. You knew how much he loved soft and fluffy things. Loud purrs started to occur more frequently every time he rocked forward on your lap and you took his bottom lip between your teeth, gently biting down on it. They started to mingle with faint moans and you felt your head spinning from excitement, his adorable yet undeniably sexy sounds stirring you up even further. Never mind your stupid report, you had better things to do.

You grabbed the waistband of his shorts from the inside, slightly pulling it down and toying with it, making him shake in anticipation and grind harder into the gap between your thighs. He gasped when you pulled it down a little more, but not nearly enough to expose his rock hard length. Your hand was dangerously close, but still so far away. He moved his lips from yours back to your neck, hopelessly sucking another bruise into your skin to relieve some of the frustration he was going through. His hands finally left your sweater to replace it with your warm and soft breasts as he cupped them underneath it, sighing contented when he felt their firm roundness.

A soft moan escaped your lips, the combination of his lips on your neck and his hands on your chest proving to be very effective as you lost any notion of space and time, relishing in his touches and the perfect sensations they inflicted on your body. He massaged your breasts eagerly, but so very gently, his thumbs occasionally flicking over your hardened buds and earning him a soft gasp or whimper from you.

You felt light in the head, the endorphins wildly surging through your system as Jimin worked his way around your neck to not leave a single spot unblemished. You were done dragging things out as you thirsted for something firm to hold, so you moved your hand from inside his shorts to palm him over them.

As soon as your hand made contact with his aching erection, he flinched and hissed in surprise before eagerly molding himself into the shape of your palm. You could feel everything perfectly through the thin fabric of the basketball shorts, the outlines of his member fully visible from his girth to the shape of his head. God, you loved it when he didn’t wear any underwear. His shorts were pretty much ruined by the amount of precum his head has been leaking all this time, showing just how aroused he was. You grabbed him through the textile, your fingers curling around his thickness and making him moan into your ear, his breathing heavy and on the brink of panting when he finally got the kind of relief he’s been craving.

‘Mmm…Please, baby…’, he pleaded, his voice so damn husky and loaded with lust it sent a delicious shiver down your neck.

He gently pinched your nipples to force some action out of you, and it worked. Of course it worked, he knew just how to rile you up, push your buttons, how to get you right where he wanted you. It may seem like you had the upper hand but you definitely didn’t. You started moving your hand up and down, firmly grabbing him by the base and applying the same pressure over his entire length as you went.

‘Mmmfffuuuuck!’, he whined into the nape of your neck, resting his forehead on your shoulder and ceizing his bites and licks as the pleasure of your hand around his clothed cock was too much to concentrate on anything else.

‘Like this, kitten?’, you smiled mischievously as you twisted your hand around his shaft, the textile wrapping itself around his naked flesh and creating a pleasurable tightness, making him groan loudly as you felt him nod against your shoulder.

‘Feels so good, baby…Again,’ he breathed, thrusting himself into your grasp to feel the same kind of friction again.

‘Was that an order or a request?’, you quipped, stopping all movements of your hand at once.

‘Please, baby, do it again…please?’

Soft and pleading. Much better. You repeated the action, having him turn into a puddle of putty on your lap, his hips thrusting into your hand to get the most out of your touches. His hands released your thoroughly stimulated breasts and moved south, his turn to play with the waistband of your shorts. You were done for.

You circled your thumb around his tip, teasing him just enough for him to stop teasing you and dip his fingers underneath your sweats. He scooted back on your lap a little to give his hand more room as it made its way even further down. He cupped your heat above your panties, groaning when he felt how drenched they were.

‘Baby’s so wet…’, he moaned and sought your lips again, kissing you to give himself some posture before he lost it, dragging a finger across your clothed slit and stopping when he reached your swollen nub, two fingers dedicating themselves to rubbing circular motions into it.

‘Mmm, Jiminnie!’, a helpless whimper fell from your lips as his plush ones continued to devour you until you forgot how to breathe.

He was becoming impatient, yearning for the feeling of skin on skin, proper stimulation. One finger hooked itself around the waistband of your panties before another joined it inside them. They gently rubbed through your folds, getting them sufficiently slick and covered in your wetness before one slowly entered you, having you laying back against the chair and getting you in a position where he could easily get access to your throbbing heat. You gasped when you felt the faint stretch after he immediately added another one, curling them up and rubbing at your sweet spot right from the bat, wiping your mind clean of any thoughts other than the realisation of what he was doing to you until he softly whined against your ear, his teeth tugging on your earlobe to get your attention.

You blinked through your haze of pleasure, noticing your hand had stilled entirely as you forgot what you were doing before he robbed you of your concentration.

You managed to breathe out an apology and quickly got back to taking care of him, the time for playing over as you tugged his shorts down, getting halfway stuck on his towering erection and watching it spring free against his toned stomach with a loud ’slap’. You could finally feel him, feel everything. The heat of his skin, the throbbing veins underneath, the twitches when you wrapped your hand around his girth.

‘Oh, fuck!’, he gasped and shuddered, answering your action with a particularly deep thrust of his fingers and making you yelp in surprise.

He added a thumb on your clit and started rubbing again, his fingers a steady rhytm in sync with your hand pumping his length. The head was still leaking, so you gathered some of his precum and spread it across the tip to get it nice and sleek before you got back to jerking him off. A string of desperate mewls and moans fell from his lips while he tried his best to keep pleasing you, but it wasn’t easy with the way he felt himself nearing the edge so quickly.

‘Are you close, kitten?’, you panted, trying to steady your voice despite the knot in your stomach tightening and tightening the more pressure he applied on your nub and stroked all the good places inside of you.

He blushed upon hearing his favourite nickname again, wordlessly nodding when his mouth was too busy falling agape in silent moans, his eyes squeezed tightly shut and his brows furrowed, so dangerously close to his release he could cry. You picked up speed, your hand a blur as you listened to the slick sound that was the result of a fast and steady pace. His fingers went mad inside of you, hopelessly trying to vent his desperation for release on your poor, sensitive core before falling completely still when he moaned loudly, rising in pitch with every jerk of your hand that brought him closer to the edge. You felt him twitch and thrust into your hand a few times more before ribbons of white spurted everywhere, but mainly on his own stomach since you strategically tried to direct it away from your fluffy sweater. He jerked and whimpered in oversensitivity as you kept stroking him until nothing was left to spill and he was a panting mess, the expression on his beautiful face the definition of pure bliss. You were happy when you saw him like this, basking in afterglow.

He smiled satisfied and pecked a lazy kiss on your lips, ready to nestle himself in your embrace until he realised he forgot something very important.

‘Wait…Babe, didn’t you…?’, he asked, unsure, looking at his hand that was still down your panties.

‘Oh, it-it’s okay, really I-‘

But you weren’t even finished speaking before your boyfriend dropped to his knees in front of you and pulled down your sweats along with your underwear, leaving you stark naked before him. He licked his lips and threw your legs over his shoulders, kissing his way up the inside of your thighs. You felt your blush creep up until they reached your ears, your chest heaving violently as you breathed heavily in anticipation the closer his face came to your center. It didn’t help one bit with the way he was carefully watching you from between your legs, his eyes glued on your face in fear of missing your delightful expressions he loved so much.

‘Don’t forget the ears, baby,’ was the last thing he said before he buried his face into your heat, his tongue instantly curling around your still sensitive and swollen little nub, igniting the fire that had sizzled out when you gave all your attention to Jimin and his orgasm.

‘Holy f- Oh shit!’, you cursed loudly, his lips wrapped around your clit and sucking on it, his fingers back inside you and picking up where he left off.

Your hands flew into his golden hair, grabbing onto his ears and trying to distract yourself from the overwhelming pleasure surging through your nerves by caressing them in many different ways; pulling, stroking, scratching, massaging, kneading. He purred so hard the vibrations of his tongue almost had you screaming it out, endless moans and curses falling from your lips while he molded his own against your lower ones. He was thoroughly enjoying this, relishing in your taste as he licked and sucked with an unseen devotion and you didn’t think you’ve ever felt yourself skyrocketing towards an orgasm so fast, the previous stimulation presumably having a hand in it as well. And that tongue, that god damn sinful and vibrating fucking tongue.

‘Jiminnie!’, you whimpered desperately, holding on to his ears as if they were reins, but always staying gentle and careful not to hurt him.

You heard him hum urgently as he pinched your clit with his lips and sped up the pace of his fingers inside you, probably as a way to tell you to come, to just let it go. You pursed your lips together and squeezed your eyes shut as you let the intense waves of pleasure wash over you, bucking your hips up and writhing against his face as he tried to keep you still to guide you through your undoubtedly strong orgasm that was looming around the corner.

‘Fuck, Jimin! Jimin, i’m gonna-!’, you squeaked out right before you let go, dots of white exploding behind your eyes in a blinding light as it hit you so hard it nearly knocked the wind out of you. He kept licking and sucking until you were shaking in oversensitivity, your legs trembling on his shoulders. You gently pushed his head away from your overstimulated core and gasped at the sight of his hooded eyelids and glistening lips coated in your release when he licked his fingers after he pulled them out of you as well.

You slumped back in your seat, completely drained both literally and figuratively speaking, and lazily brushed your fingers through his soft hair. He crawled back up from between your legs to kiss you, the taste of yourself still lingering on his tongue and you couldn’t say you disliked it, somehow.

‘I love you, kitten,’ you murmured, smiling while you already started to doze off, half naked and in your working chair, exhaustion finally catching up on you.

Jimin snickered and nuzzled your nose with his before scooping you up from the chair and moving you both to the couch a few feet further. He laid himself down and pulled you on top of him, covering you both with a warm blanket. He looked down at your sleeping, but happy face as you laid your head to rest on his chest and couldn’t help but smile as well, fatique slowly creeping up on him, too.