FAFLAMFLMA COMBINE THESE 2: 📱🍆 - ur lube ♥
📱 → ❝I sent you a picture of my dick. Please respond.❞
🍆 → ❝Stop sending me eggplant emojis when I’m trying to study.❞
COUNT → 2.059
GENRE → smut
PAIRING → jungkook | reader
WARNINGS → graphic sex | light spanking | explicit language
Your phone vibrated for the tenth time in the last sixty seconds. Frustrated, you brought your face out of your textbook and angrily pressed your thumb down on your home button, unlocking your phone to open your messaging app.
JUNGKOOK [11:02:53]: I sent you a picture of my dick. Please respond.
You had already opened it and looked at his dick at least two times now, but you had a big test tomorrow and really couldn’t waste precious time studying thinking about how you wanted Jungkook to come over and use that dick.
Again, you left him on read.
Jungkook knew where you lived and he had been at your dorm more times than you cared to admit, but some part of you was hopeful he would leave you alone. Then again, his ego was so fragile, especially when it came to his dick.
Your phone vibrated again and you looked at your notifications to see Jungkook was just sending you the eggplant emoji over and over again until you replied.
YOU [11:04:10]: Stop sending me eggplant emojis when I’m trying to study.
You let out a groan and turned your phone to silent so that the notifications wouldn’t distract you anymore. Looking to your computer screen at the syllabus, you flipped to the page in your book indicated by the study guide.
“A morpheme is…” you began to read aloud to yourself, but you were still distracted. Your eyes darted to your phone not even making a sound. It was almost more distracting when you knew someone was trying to talk to you. Shaking your head, you tried to focus. “A morpheme is used when…”
You slammed your textbook closed, irritated because he’d broken your focus. With a defeated sigh, you looked at your phone and your eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets at the last text you got from Jungkook.
JUNGKOOK [11:07:35]: You’re in so much trouble. Take off your pants.
Swallowing, you stood up from your desk, looking over at the door anxiously. He sent that text two minutes ago and you knew it only took him five to get to your dorm’s parking lot by car. You only had five minutes to prepare yourself.
And you knew he didn’t appreciate you ignoring his texts.