I request a scenario where you’re jungkook’s noona and he decides to pull a stunt and strip tease from the captain clothes police uniform? thank u so much >.<
Jungkook tugged at his collar as he power-walked down the halls. He felt like it was choking him. He didn’t expect the performance managers to make them perform in all of their gear from the “Dope” video. Not only was he hot, he was aroused once again from the pelvic thrusts on stage. His thoughts immediately leaped to you—your flustered, crimson face as you leaned against the wall, defenseless against his advances. He thought about how your teeth worried your lower lip in desire as you looked him up and down.
You weren’t in your usual spot, which Jungkook noted with disappointment. All of his leather gear bounced around him, and he thought in frustration that he was ready to rip it all off. As he turned into his changing room, he was surprised to see you standing next to his clothes in extreme nervousness.
“I… um…” you stuttered, surprised by Jungkook’s rugged appearance. He was sweating, and his gaze was dark. “They told me to put your clothes in here so you could change.”
The maknae smirked at you and ran his fingers through his hair. His weight shifted as he shut the door behind him, eyes immediately locking on yours.
“I was beginning to wonder if you’d even seen the concert,” he purred. He moved in your direction as he started to unbutton his shirt. You realized what was happening and quickly tried to excuse yourself.
“I’ll just get out of your way!” You tried to move past him, but he caught you swiftly. Your face was turning red as he locked gazes with you. When he spoke, you could feel his warm breath brush across your lips.
“Don’t you want to watch, Noona?”
Your eyes widened in surprise, and you tried to look everywhere but at his face. You let him lead you back towards his clothing. You watched in an almost awe as his fingers bumped over his shell holders, trailing down to the empty gun holster and unclipping it from his belt. He pulled the strap from underneath his belt, and your eyes followed his fingers longingly. He did the same with the magazine case on his right side before removing the shoulder holster completely. He stepped towards you until his toes were almost touching yours. You squeezed your eyes shut as he leaned forward, but you felt his arms move around you; he was propping the shoulder holster on the coat rack behind the table. Your heart almost stopped as the tip of his nose brushed against yours momentarily.
Jungkook backed away from you, leaving you wanting and sexually charged. You tried to control your heavy breathing, but it wasn’t working. He unbuttoned his shirt slowly, despite how overheated he was. He was wearing a white tank top underneath it, which was damp with his sweat. It clung to his chest, and you got a better view as he untucked his collared shirt. His shoulders rolled and flexed as he removed the shirt completely.
You bit your lip in attempt to hide your lust, but he saw through it. He pulled off the tank top, tilting his chin back as he relished the cool air against his torso. His abs crunched a little as he hooked his fingers into his belt buckle. His hands slipped over the metal, and he looked back up at you. His head lolled to the side.
“Hey, Noona, I’m having some trouble with this,” he said with faux innocence. “Could you unbuckle it for me?”
You froze for a moment, and as the heat settled in your face and core, you moved forward to unbuckle Jungkook’s belt. His shoulders and chest were still shining, and you watched his stomach move up and down as he breathed. His muscles were very distracting; your hands lost their grip several times on his buckle. You glanced up as you felt him move, and your face grew impossibly redder. He was undoing his earrings. He wasn’t having problems with his belt at all; he was playing with you.
“If you get on your knees, it you might have an easier time,” the maknae smirked. His words just urged you forward, and you unbuckled the belt without getting on your knees at all. “That’s too bad; I was hoping you would,” he murmured as he removed his belt. He held his hand behind his back. You watched him curiously as you backed away and sat on the table.
Jungkook pulled out a folded leather pouch, and his pants sagged a little to reveal the tops of black boxer-briefs. You averted your gaze from his underwear for your own sanity. You focused instead on the folded leather pouch. Jungkook waved it emphatically.
“These are an addition to the uniform; they’re a present for you.”
From the pouch came a pair of shiny, metal handcuffs. He found himself in front of you, and his presence pushed you backwards on the table. You spread your legs instinctively as he crawled on the table between them. His lips hovered in front of yours, and you heard a click behind your back. Your hands strained against the cuffs, which had been hooked behind the coat rack.
You gasped from arousal as Jungkook’s nose barely brushed the side of yours, but instead of continuing, he pulled completely away from you. He fished for something out of his pocket—the key to the cuffs. He twirled it in his hand for a second before looking back up at you.
“Could you hold this for me, Noona?”
Jungkook held the key against your lips, and you gripped it with your teeth. He smiled devilishly at your flustered, needing appearance. He stepped back and bent over to remove his boots. He took his time, and his eyes never left yours. He removed his pants leisurely after he kicked off his boots. His boxer-briefs looked like they could barely contain his erection, and you eyed him greedily.
“You have no idea how much I want you,” he growled. He walked forward and trailed feather-light fingers up your thighs. Your hips wanted to buck up, but you restrained yourself. He leaned over you and reached for something behind you: his clothes. He pulled on a t-shirt and jeans, and your body was almost screaming for him to take you already.
Jungkook returned to you, leaning close to your face. With your lips painfully close together, he took the key from you with his mouth. His arms wrapped around you, and you felt him undoing the handcuffs.
“Remember this feeling,” he murmured against your ear, “and remember that I’m the only one who can satisfy it. Don’t you dare touch yourself before I can get to you.”
He pulled the handcuffs away, pushing them into his jeans pocket. He almost strolled to the doorway while you reeled from your arousal.
“I’ll see you around, Jagi,” he smiled before leaving. You let out a huge breath that you had been holding, thinking about the need to change your now-soaked underwear.
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