Better Than a Shirt

btssmutandfluff:

Original Request: How about a Jungkook scenario thats fluffy at the beginning
but ends up smutty because you were wearing a white tshirt without a bra :D

You checked your phone idly, rubbing the sleep from your
eyes. You were surprised you woke up before your alarm, but then you realized—it
was two hours after you had set your alarm.

“Shit,” you muttered. You had gotten four texts from your
boyfriend asking you to wake up. Your eyes widened when you read his last
message:

I’m coming over in 15!
I’ll wake you up myself, lazy butt.

That was 12 minutes ago.

You scrambled up out of bed, dashing to the bathroom to
brush your teeth and get ready. You rinsed off your face to wake yourself up,
praying that the water would give some life to your tired eyes. When you
finished, you noticed that you were only wearing a pair of underwear. You
swiped up a pair of athletic shorts and a white shirt Jungkook had left behind
one day. Just as the shirt fell over your stomach, you heard a knock at your
door. You scurried to answer the door, very proud that you managed to get ready
in a short amount of time. You swung your door open to be met with a smirking
Jungkook.

“What?” you huffed.

“You’re cute,” he smiled playfully, ruffling your hair. He
stepped inside and immediately jumped onto the couch. He tossed a DVD at you. “I
thought you’d like this one!”

You nodded in approval, staring at the back of the case while
Jungkook eyed your chest. He said nothing, and you didn’t even know that he was
checking you out.

You snuggled up next to him on the couch once you played the
DVD. He slyly angled himself so your breasts were pressed against his side. He
kept glancing downward during the movie, catching glimpses of your just-visible
nipples. It wasn’t even fifteen minutes into the movie before you noticed the throbbing
underneath the maknae’s jeans.

“Jeon Jungkook,” you teased, “we’ve barely started this
movie.”

“It’s not my fault you chose to taunt me with these,” he
grumbled, pointedly poking the top of your breasts. You just shrugged, “accidentally”
letting your hand slip down from his stomach to his lap. He stiffened ever so
slightly, and it took a lot of self-restraint to keep from laughing.

It was another five minutes before you shifted to get
comfortable. You felt him pulse again under your hand. You glanced up at his
strained expression and decided to kiss his neck. Your lips brushed his skin,
and you felt his light sigh flow through his chest.

“Jagi,” he hissed.

“What?” you purred. Your body grew more aroused when you
heard his voice, nipples hardening unintentionally. “This is fun.” You massaged
his growing bulge, hearing him groan softly. You saw how much attention he was
paying to the movie—which was none—and moved slowly to straddle him. He ogled
your breasts, not-so subtly wishing that they could be uncovered.

Running your tongue over Jungkook’s lip, you brought your
mouth close to his and stopped when he leaned forward to reciprocate.

“I think I want to play,” you hummed and smirked against his
lips.

“I don’t.” Jungkook closed the small distance between your
lips, not letting you pull away. He gripped your hips hard and left you no room
to try and wiggle out of his grasp. He scooted forward and pulled you down
against him. Your gasp was swallowed by his lips molding around yours,
captivating you. The maknae rolled his hips up to meet the growing wetness in
your panties. Your willingness to resist him quickly melted away. You rocked
against him and gripped his shoulders, moaning gently into his mouth.

Jungkook ran his hands up your bare sides, lifting your
shirt in the process. You released his lips so he could remove the troublesome
garment; he tossed it aside and immediately started kissing your jaw, trailing
down your neck and past your collarbones. He made a long lick up your cleavage and
ran his thumbs over your nipples. You tilted your head back, tightening your
grip on his shoulders.

“I want to see you cum, Jagi,” he murmured against your
skin. His hands traced your curves down to your hips, humping up against you
again.

“Make me cum, Kookie,” you moaned as his tongue swiped
across your nipple. Without a word, he grabbed you and turned so he was
hovering over you, your back resting on the couch cushions. He unbuttoned and
removed his jeans while you worked on your shorts and underwear. He left a love
bite underneath your collarbone, and his fingers traveled downward to toy with
your clit. Your breathing was shallow, and your stomach tightened as a wave of
pleasure rocked through you.

“Wait,” you breathed. “We don’t have any more condoms…”

“I had something else in mind.” Jungkook looked up at you,
smirking and licking his lips. Your eyes widened, and your stomach tightened
once more. Not losing his eye contact with you, the maknae circled your clit
with his fingers. You moaned and arched your back, not caring about getting the
couch wet. He licked and nipped at your stomach as he continued downward. His
fingers moved faster, and you almost felt light-headed from the sweet sensation.

Before you had time to register what had happened, Jungkook’s
tongue replaced his fingers suddenly. You let out a loud groan and found his
hair with your hands. His tongue moved almost lazily in slow, satisfyingly
sweet circles. He dragged his skillful muscle up your whole sex and flicked
across your clit. You felt like you were in pure ecstasy.

Jungkook laid a hand on your lower stomach to hold you in
place while he tugged down his underwear. You felt his body move with his hand
as he started to run his free hand down his length. Every time you moaned, he
grew more aroused. Rubbing your clit between his lips, he swiped his own tip
clean of pre-cum. He groaned deeply against your folds and brought you to the
brink of orgasm. He focused his tongue back on your clit and massaged it in
quick circles. You started panting as your climax reared, pulsing through your
body with heated pleasure. The maknae tugged himself faster so he was also
panting, sending vibrations through your clit.

“Cum for me,” he moaned, restraining himself from orgasm.
With a call of your boyfriend’s name, you came hard. He tirelessly lapped up
your juices, riding you out of your high.

“Fuck—” he cursed, moving his body upwards to release
himself on your stomach and breasts. You both caught your breath and looked at
each other, pleased smiles on your faces.

“Can you go get me something to clean up with now?” you
giggled, poking him in the chest.

“Oh. Right.” He sat up and stared down at your chest.

“What are you looking at?” You eyed him suspiciously.

“This is much better than a shirt. I’ll cover you more like
this from now on.”

Jungkook
hopped off of the couch to retrieve a towel before you could hit him, a shit-eating
grin large on his face as he told you he loved you.

<3 Admin Bibi