you thirsty people like these for sum reason. especially you @jinxkook enjoy.
bless his thighs
it all started with a simple question.
“y/n. what is your favourite thing about me?”
you gave it a few days thought because what didn’t you love about him. but after the first two days you narrowed it down to his physical traits. his arms, veins, abs or thighs.
his arms were built and you loved how they’d effortlessly lift you up and spin you around.
his veins. god, his veins. they made him look like a sex god and it drove you crazy.
his abs. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like running your fingers down the short dips on his stomach.
his thighs. they were hard as fuck. and we’re just so muscular you loved thinking about them whenever you could. which was probably once every 15 seconds.
so after making up your mind up, you walked up to him, put on your flirty smile and leaned into his ear, “your thighs are my favourite thing about you.”
in a flash he’d taken a seat on the closer chair and pulled you in between his legs.
his hands pulled your pyjama shorts down your legs and grabbed your hips to sit you down on his thigh. “ride my thigh baby, i want to see your panties and my sweats to get soaked with your sweet sweet juices.” he encouraged, moving your hips before you took control and began grinding down on his muscular thigh.
your hands gripped his shoulder in an attempt to balance yourself as you began to grind yourself down on him. your voice produced breathy moans and sweet cries of pleasure that were like music to his ears and you found it hard to concentrate as he whispered dirty words into your ear, which only brought you closer to the edge.
“holy fuck, kookie. you have no idea how much i love your thighs.” you moaned, biting down on your lips as you threw your head back when suddenly his thigh clenched beneath you, causing you jerk your hips forwards at the new friction.
“oh god, please do that aga- oH FUCK.”
he continued flexing his thigh until eventually it was too much for you to handle and your orgasm washed over you, dripping down from your clit and soaking through your panties and the fabric of his jeans in the process.
you came down from your high before resting your head on his shoulder, kissing his material covering his skin lightly before you looked back up at him.
“so my thighs are your favourite things about me?”
you nod your head, “yup.”
“well then i gotta try harder to make this dick your favourite thing.” he says, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder as he stood up and walked to your bedroom, ready to show you how amazing the jungcock really was.
i: “(…) miro heiskanen, third overall. you know him very well, teammates with him last year in finland. what was that like, to know that now you’re going to be teammates in the stars organisation?” r: “it was a very good feeling. i called him right away when i heard it. it was great.”