Jungkook + 15
Anonymous said: Jungkook and #15
“Shhh, they’ll hear us.”
Warning: NSFW. Don’t read if you’re underage.
“Shhh, they’ll hear us.” He cooed softly into your ear as his body pressed downwards into yours, the heat of his skin pulsing a desire so deep you couldn’t deny the attraction.
You hadn’t wanted this to happen. You hadn’t wanted to end up here, spread wide on the couch in the boys dorm with Jungkook’s body nestled so comfortably between your thighs. When you were intimate, you were usually so much more careful - Jungkook taking every pain to eliminate the potential to be found. Because if any of the boys walked in on you, it was game over. For both of you. It was your job on the line, and his reputation.
But lately, you couldn’t help it. And lately, you’d found yourself needing him so much more, the willingness to risk it all for what he offered you growing beyond what you could rationalize. So here you were, legs opening for him with such ease after he’d cornered you with that cute, shy smirk he so often flicked your way despite the danger. You’d only meant to drop off their outfits for the photoshoot tomorrow, however him answering the door alone (the others were sleeping, he’d informed you) and wearing that smirk had instantly told you you’d be here longer than you’d intended.
It had all started over a year ago, after a night of heavy drinking. For some reason, you hadn’t stopped it when he’d asked to continue, though. Your discreet meetings with the shy maknae had blossomed as his confidence had grown with your body. He knew how to please you now. He knew how to touch you in ways that had your knees weak and your heart fast. He knew just how you liked it, and he knew he could have you anywhere and anyway he wanted.
The quivering fingers that had once explored your body tentatively - their shakiness giving away his nerves - were now smooth and calculated as they slipped under the silken lace of your bra. The fumbling over your nipples in blunt strokes had been exchanged for the delicate circles of varying pressure he was now administering, causing the heated pool in your core to pressure your hips into rising against his thick erection. He wasn’t the shy maknae anymore. He was your Jungkook.
‘Fuck… Oh, god.’ In mere seconds, his palms slid their way around your ribs and your the bra was gone, the plump flesh of his pout dusting speckled kisses across your tits. Your hips rose against, trying desperately to build the friction between your thighs. His lips encased the soft rose flesh of your left nipple, tongue stroking deftly against the metal of your piercing. Another breath blew a moan straight from your mouth as he circled again, the very quiet clink of metal against his teeth sending a shiver through you.
His mouth continued to caress your nipple, one hand cupping the other breast as his thumb and forefinger pinched against the skin of your right one. Briefly, he pulled away, eyes meeting yours to flash you a warning.
‘I’m serious. Hoseok is a light sleeper.,’ He warns before dotting a kiss in the middle of your chest without breaking eye contact - the beginning of a slow, careful path down your torso. ‘Can you handle it, Y/N?’ Two hands raked down your ribs as he kissed against your flesh, making their way to the matching lace panties that were already showing the signs of your arousal, a damp patch visible in the light silk fabic.
‘Jungkook, I…,’ It wasn’t often that he offered you oral sex. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to - but lately, your meetings had been brief and quick. The last time you’d had the chance to fuck, it had been in the bathroom of a venue. The whole ordeal had lasted 10 minutes before you’d been interrupted by a sharp knock on the locked door, the thought of being caught enough to make Jungkook soft and you too scared to keep going. So to have Jungkook looking up from this position - on his knees, deep eyes peering up at you as his hands rested delicately on your hips - was too much to deny, despite your apprehension. ‘I can.’
Your agreement is met with the softest kiss against the pearl cream of the material, a shivering jolt flushing through your entire system. His fingers looped against the material before slowly pushing it to the side, tongue stretching to circle your already swollen clit.
‘Mmmm…,’ He murmured into your folds as his tongue slipped deftly through you. ‘This is what I wanted.’
‘Fuck, Jungkook.’ It’s all you could offer him as the waves of pleasure seeped through your entire being. Instinctively, you found your hands reaching up to tug lightly on his already messy hair, tangling into the knotty strands.
‘Shit…,’ He chuckled smoothly, the vibrations purring against your core. ‘I love it when you get aggressive.’ It was then that his lips curled into a smirk against you. It was then that you felt the smile flick across his face, stretching pleasingly as the movement tickled smoothly against you. And it was then that you knew no matter where you went, or what you did, you were his. And he could have you anywhere.