starry night (m) | jjk
title: starry night
pairing: jungkook x reader(f)
rating/genre: m(18+) ; fluff , smut ; established relationship, gamer au
summary: all you wanted to do was take your boyfriend on a super late date.
warnings: fluff, language, a tiny bit of overwatch lingo, thigh riding, a cute ass date :’)), fingering, penetration, protected sex, tit play if you squint, spanking, they’re both competitive af, hickies, praise, body worship, self-conscious reader argh, multiple orgasms, jk has a big dick but what’s new!!, tatted jk is a warning in itself, koo is a softie for his baby girl :(((, idk this really is just soft smut lmfao
note: this is for all the koo lovers out there! also, this is a revamp from the last version bc that one was a version i wasn’t entirely happy with :’)) can’t even describe how much happier i am with this now dsjklf if you’ve read it or not, hope you like the newest version and happy jk day!
drop date: september 1st, 2022, 9am est
total word count: 7k
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“One more game, okay?”
From your spot in the doorway, you wait as your boyfriend pushes half of a clearly worn down headset aside.
“What did you say, babe?”
“One more game!” Giggling at his befuddled expression, you surge on, “Then get dressed. There’s somewhere we have to be.”
Jungkook glances at his monitor before shifting meaningful eyes back toward you, stoic. Very, very stoic.
“It’s 2am.”
You wave off the obvious reluctance. This is something you'd been planning for a week, ever since you read that damn article on your phone.
“Seems so,” you decide to tease instead. “Just let me know when you’re ready!”
In a rush, you bound back into the hallway—the door left wide open in your springy wake. Judging by the yell followed by a quick grunt, you assume he got thrown into another match before he could scold you properly.
Perfect. You have time to get everything ready.
Excitement fizzles along your bones as you scramble around the apartment, gathering things in your arms.
Do you have the date and time right? Yes. Are you absolutely sure that your boyfriend is going to slink out of his cave? Probably.
Well.
He’s coming along this time, whether he likes it or not. So no matter what his response is, you’re gonna make it a yes.
But your answer arrives a mere ten minutes later, sweats and three layers of clothing swallowing its form.
“Wait, that was quick,” you observe. “Were there leavers?”
“Two on our side,” he complains, frustration tugging his beanie down a little too far. "So boring.”
“Lame. Well, you can queue again after we get back from our date.” Snatching a blanket off the leaning pile next to your couch, you join Jungkook in the entryway.
But it’s only then that you realize something’s missing. “Oh, wait. Lemme get one more thing.”
While you poke your head in multiple rooms and rummage, your boyfriend continues his whining, “This date couldn’t wait until tomorrow? It’s freezing outside.”
Oh, it absolutely cannot. Not this time.
Offering a look of pity from a doorway, you sigh, “It really can’t.” You go back to your search, voice wrapping around the walls and furniture, “And we have a ways to go, so. You can sleep in the car if you want.”
His poor tone raises in pitch a couple pegs, “How long is this gonna take?”
“You’ll see!” Finally victorious, you secure the outdoor pillow you wanted—remembering it haphazardly flung into the dining nook during an impromptu pillow fight—and rejoin your boyfriend at the door. Flicking his nose with your free hand, you chuckle, “Always so impatient.”
The pout you receive is almost crushing, but you have to push forward.
However, as soon as you open your front door, you definitely think about chickening out.
Jungkook’s absolutely correct.
It’s bitingly cold outside.
“Shit, babe,” he winces, and you throw him an apologetic glance. “Are you sure you’re okay going?”
You nod while stepping out first, too affected by the chill to verbally reply. After you lock the door behind you both, you frantically follow him in a stilted race to your car.
Why does it have to be freezing? Why couldn’t you have gotten this idea during spring? Or summer!
Gritting your chattering teeth, you envy everyone in possession of a car with automatic-start.
But your jealousy is swiftly smothered, your boyfriend’s half-jog, half-hop form of travel pulling laughter from your throat instead of grumbles. With his puffed jacket swallowing his whole top half, he’s not far off from resembling a skittering ball of boba, and you can’t help but grin until your cheeks burn as much as your ears.
Your happy breath coalesces into the wind in soft tendrils. Even now, when it’s decidedly frigid, Jungkook somehow finds a way to keep you warm.
Just like he always does.
Goddamn, you love him. Though thrusting the two of you into near-subzero conditions in the dead of night may imply the opposite.
Regardless, you don’t have much of a way to go. After all, you had been meticulous in your planning, your vehicle a noble steel steed occupying the closest spot in the lot.
When you both settle inside with rapid puffing and shivering, you toss your pile of date items onto Jungkook’s lap. “Close your eyes for me, okay? You can’t know where we’re going.”
“Seriously?” He frowns in earnest now, shoulders knocking against his ears. “This feels more like an attack than a date.”
But despite his complaints, your boyfriend shifts the bedding in his possession before obeying, kicking his head back on the headrest and shutting his eyes. When you look over, you notice he’s already comfortable, arms slung around the pillow and blanket draped over his still legs.
There is still a downward slump to his lips, though. And while you can’t blame him, you still giggle because you know what’s coming. “Just trust me, babe. I’m sure you’ll like this place.”
Ugh. His tiny pout is still your favorite. “I bet not. But since you’re driving...”
After you pull out of your spot, a smirk carves into your features. “Bet for real, then,” you goad, tempting his competitive spirit. “If I win, you spend the whole night with me.”
It doesn’t work.
Without opening his eyes, Jungkook frowns with his whole face. “It’s the end of the comp season! I’m already pushing it not playing now.”
“Love the confidence, Kookie,” you chirp. “If I lose, I’ll never tear you away from your precious gaming chair again.”
A single sigh serves as his white flag of surrender. “Deal.”
And you don’t miss the grin in his tone.
Because if he’s thinking the same thing you are, he’s remembering the night you gifted him the damn thing.
Neither of you left that chair for awhile.
Finally, the car warms comfortably, and the accompanying music has you bopping your head and drumming gloved fingers on the wheel.
Jungkook’s melodic singing proves indicative of his content—a sign that he isn’t entirely against your mysterious scheme.
Scheme? More like a calculated risk. Either way, you can tell Jungkook’s interest is decidedly piqued, and it’s enough to make you even more thrilled.
Knowing the directions to the location by heart, you take necessary and unnecessary turns, twisting and winding through the city streets. Whether these cheeky moves throw your annoyingly observant boyfriend off or not, you can’t say for sure.
Regardless, you make sure that the trip is much longer than it needs to be.
Checking the time on your phone, you figure five songs is a good enough length of time to keep driving. So you finally decide to arrive.
When your destination comes into view, you roll into a parking spot and announce—proudly—“We’re here!”
As soon as Jungkook opens his eyes to survey the area, confusion mingles with relief across his whole demeanor, his brows moving in a stilted dance.
Reaching a breaking point, he outright laughs. “Seriously?”
The only thing you can do is cackle at his reaction.
You’re right back at your apartment complex, after all.
“Technically, this isn’t exactly where I wanted us to go,” you explain, smiling even harder at your boyfriend’s conflicting emotions.
You know he doesn’t really go out, and you knew that not giving him much to go on was going to frustrate him. But you thought of this idea and wanted to attempt it, since you both at least liked trying new things.
It’s so endearing to see him relieved that you’re home. But your date isn’t quite located somewhere inside. “We’re gonna hang out on the roof tonight.”
A blip of hesitation flashes across his eyes. “It’s even colder up there,” he notes, back to being the boy that didn’t wanna leave in the first place.
“It’ll be worth it! But we have to hurry, or else we’ll miss it.” You scramble out of the car without another word, and groan when Jungkook blatantly takes his time to get out of the passenger seat—slow, unhurried, annoying. “Oh my god, babe!”
“Okay, okay.”
“Follow me.”
The pair of you rush to get to the roof of your building—not without a barrage of complaints from him as you keep discovering stairs—and choose a spot to lay the blanket and pillow out. Lying down, you shuffle as close to your boyfriend as your puffy jackets allow.
You made it on time.
You think.
Crap, did you?
At least the wind isn’t too harsh tonight. This truly would’ve been a nice experience regardless if it wasn’t exceedingly and utterly cold.
But no matter.
Because above you, the sky is vast, and majestic, and speckled with tiny pinpricks of light. Not normally able to observe the universe at its fullest, you take in the current night with amazement, mouth opening in surprise as it claims your entire vision.
And you aren’t the only one steeped in wonder.
Beside you, Jungkook exhales, his awe leaving him in wisps. “Wow.”
“You like it?”
“This is nice.”
“It’ll get better,” you hope, recalling the article you based this entire night around. “Should be in just a moment.”
And you couldn’t have been more timely.
On cue, a wintry meteor shower graces the skies. Streaks of white, orange, and yellow soar across the dark expanse—tiny light trails carving bright, uncharted roads through an indigo ocean.
And the cold only makes this mesmerizing procession more memorable. Both of your bodies remain frozen, subtly forced to focus solely on the spectacle overtaking your eyes.
Extraordinary. Stellar.
Fully enraptured, you almost forget to gauge your boyfriend’s reaction.
So when you drink in his appearance, your heart flutters so rapidly that it threatens to collapse or burn out like a dying star.
All the celestial bodies congregate in his orbs, the meteors from above suddenly swimming in his pupils and sparkling across his irises.
Does he really encapsulate more in his soul than what exists in the heavens?
How is that even possible?
Your breath hitches without your permission, and you aren’t sure if it’s the weather that coaxes tears from your eyes or your love for the boy gasping skyward.
When Jungkook turns to face you, you know the answer is both.
Noticing your features, he simply smiles. One cheek is wiped. Then the other.
“I win,” you proclaim in a cracked voice, and he only laughs and tugs you in for a crushing hug.
“You win.”
Immersed in his warmth, you allow more tears to fall sideways, your adoration sliding straight into the rough material of his jacket.
There isn’t another place in the world you want to be, no other marriage of latitude and longitude that can coerce your bones. Curling your fingers around his coat, you whisper,
“But seriously, this is all I wanted to show you. You can go back to playing when we get back inside.”
“Look at me.”
Tilting your head, you aren’t allowed a second to think before soft lips descend upon yours, conveying everything from gratitude to love in the span of seconds. Before you can respond in kind, your boyfriend pulls back, his voice a plush tenor as he explains,
“A win is a win.”
“But you said—”
Another peck halts your tiny excuse.
“There’s always next season,” he murmurs, nudging your chilly nose with his own. “And I didn’t know you were showing me this.”
Thankful, you sigh, “Okay. Well, let’s go back inside, at least.” Attempting to sit up, you get tugged back down in a blankety heap. “What!”
“The meteor shower! Is there more?”
“Oh. No,” you sigh. “It’s already over.”
“Aw, man! Really?” Jungkook flops back to scan the galaxy again, as if some blazing trails would still be lingering in the dark.
Huffing out a laugh, you admire his childlike wonder, never wanting it to leave him behind.
“That was so cool.”
“It was,” you agree, getting to your feet. “I read about it last week. I figured you’d like it.”
Beaming up at you, your boyfriend gathers the blanket and pillow under his arm before standing, cradling one of your gloved hands in his sure fingers. “I like anything with you,” he admits, reserved in his expression but confident in his words.
And even though your body’s frozen, your heart is positively melting.
“Good thing, then.” You chuckle as you both approach the stairwell door, deciding to test his statement, “I’ll remember that when I ask you to knit with me.”
“Uhh.” Jungkook simply offers a cocked brow. “Warning you now. Don’t get mad when I end up better than you.”
“I have smaller fingers. You’re never gonna surpass me.”
“Maybe I already know how to knit.”
“Prove it.”
Jungkook yanks the ponderous exit open, holding it for you to pass through first. “When grandmas love you, do you ever have to prove anything?”
Tossing a disgruntled look over your shoulder, you scoff, “That’s not fair! Grandmas love you anyways.”
There’s a flash of teeth when he giggles at your glowing accusation. Rolling your eyes, you decide to catch him unawares. “But whatever. You know what I’m better at?”
“Mm, coming in second?”
“Running down stairs.”
Bursting into a sprint, you hightail it down the metal steps, chortling at the whiny shouts behind your descending form.
Down, down, down. Turn after turn.
Holy shit, how many flights are there?
You counted four on the ascent but it feels like a miscount at that moment. Your boots squeak with every stride, the stairwell thrumming with the two of you tearing through its indents.
Jungkook’s heavy shoes paired with the floofy baggage should slow him down, but his determination seems to grant him an extra boost. Hauling yourself forward, you expend every last drop of energy to reach the bottom floor first, huffing and puffing your victory brag when you achieved your goal.
A few steps behind, Jungkook breathily accuses, “Chea—”
“And the score is two to zero!” You abruptly cheer as you pompously shove the building door aside, steamrolling his wrong words with raised arms.
“Maybe I will go and queue again,” Jungkook teases behind you, earning an instant mini-grovel. At your whiplash display of emotions, he blows out a laugh, admitting,
“I’m kidding. But don’t test me.”
Your apartment is just in reach. Still breathing hard from the long descent, you retrieve your keys, hearing them jangle before you slot them into the door.
As much as you enjoyed your short-lived date, it’s nice to be back inside. The pair of you shuck off your coats and winter accessories as soon as you cross the threshold, both winded and thinking of the stellar event.
A stark difference in temperature, the warmth inside only tickles your iced cheeks. Slipping off your boots, you place yours next to Jungkook’s on the front mat before ambling to the living room.
It’s absurdly late, but the adrenaline from your sudden competition has you firmly alert.
Good. You’re sure to crash beautifully in about thirty minutes.
Puffed cushions greet you as you plop onto the sofa, and you curl your legs while waiting for your boyfriend to join. Your fuzzy sweater bunches around your waist, and you tut as you tug it back down, still self-conscious even after all these years with his assurances.
Light humming wafts from the entrance, and you simply bask in the soft notes, serene.
While you consider yourself pretty average in the choir department, your boyfriend truly is otherworldly. Your affection has reached the point where you’re thoroughly convinced he was a siren in his past life - or at least the reason behind those myths.
Tugging off the last of his overshirts, Jungkook joins you with only a simple tee. You shamelessly admire the way his chest and arms resist the material - and the way his waist does not.
Dumping himself by your side, he rests his fluffy head on your shoulder, and your body’s response is to hum on contact. “What now, miss two-zero,” he queries, giggling when you scoff.
“I dunno.” You lay your head on his, feeling the silkiness of his dark locks on your thawing cheeks. “I honestly thought you were gonna go back to playing, so. I didn’t make any other plans.”
Tenderly, you place a kiss on his crown of hair, your lips straying a beat after.
When he visibly perks up, you immediately know that, despite being holed up in that damn game room all week, Jungkook missed your touch significantly.
Which is perfect. Because you’ve been wanting his, too.
His eyes lift, traces of stars and diamonds embedded within their depths. Flitting his gaze to your lips, he seems temporarily spaced - a look he had been wearing recently. It’s like he has something he wants to say, but either has the words jammed in his throat or not there at all.
If he didn’t melt at your touch, this definitely would be where you started to worry. Instead, you’re just downright concerned.
“What, baby,” you whisper, slipping right into a sigh as a strong hand cradles your neck and smooth lips connect with your curiosity.
Jungkook takes his time, lazily kissing you as if he was destined for nothing else in existence.
And you respond, matching his relaxed strokes and letting him skip over the subject. Even as he lowers your bodies onto familiar cushions, you’re okay if you talk about it later.
Besides. You’re most definitely crashing soon.
This man will make sure of that.
Bunching your hands in his shirt, you tug him a tad closer, sighing through his hot breaths when you feel his chiseled weight on your stomach.
Leaving your wet and pouting lips, he only smiles before pecking your forehead, stilling in a delicate pause before dragging his nose across your countenance to kiss both cheeks.
And you can only shudder under his tenderness. In an attempt to hide—bashful nature taking over—you duck your head into the safety of his neck.
But you can’t run for long because Jungkook swoops in to reclaim your lips, the sudden move causing heat to swirl between your thighs and desire to fill your pupils. “Kookie.”
“Yes, baby girl,” he answers, a tiny trail of saliva between your mouths as he pulls away.
Your response comes out a sigh, “Nothing.” Reaching up to shift a long bang out of his face, you drink in his beauty, never running out of sips. “I just love you.”
Grinning, Jungkook’s eyes twinkle as he proudly reciprocates, “I love you, too.” He hauls his body up before taking one of your hands. “Come here.”
Wordlessly, you acquiesce for your self-proclaimed siren, letting him lure you from the couch to embark on a telltale journey to your bedroom—depths you would endlessly dive.
Glancing at your conjoined hands, you roam your eyes over his veiny forearms, admiring the ink on his canvas. Your favorite work of art. No museum in the world was worthy enough.
Jungkook turns in the doorway before pulling you close, bending to capture your lips in a shockingly heated kiss. Jerking your arms up to hold his biceps, you bury your digits into his muscles, dragging them hard the way he loves so much.
And it awakens a sleeping beast: inked fingers clawing at your pants.
“You want them off, baby?” When you receive a nod in response, you pause your movements to slip out of the material, letting your bottoms puddle around your feet.
Without warning, Jungkook dives in to lather your neck with hot breaths, wordlessly letting you know he wants the sweater gone next.
And, without fail, you resist and want to keep it on.
“You’re so beautiful,” your boyfriend mutters into your skin, fighting off those familiar thoughts he knows lurk in your conscience. “You don’t ever have to hide from me.”
“I know, but...”
“It’s okay.”
As he leads you both to your comforting bed, you melt into his increasingly searing nips and sucks, moaning as his tongue licks all the way up to your ear.
“We can make you feel good first.”
You don’t even register Jungkook sitting on the edge until your underwear comes in contact with his sweats, his erection rigid against your soft sex.
How can he get hard so quickly? How does this happen, time after time? He always blames you, but you never quite believe him. Then again, you never get enough time to—
A deep chuckle rumbles within his ribcage as he repositions you, body hovering over one of his thighs. His gorgeous, upsettingly tight thighs.
Teasingly, he asks, "This is where you like it, huh?”
“Yes,” you admit in a moan, wasting no time in sliding your slick core over his pants. “I like this.”
A hand comes up to slap your ass, and you buck forward on his leg when he rasps out, “Show me how much you do.”
Unsurprisingly, your underwear proves thoroughly soaked already, and you call yourself a hypocrite for wondering how Jungkook manages to get turned on so fast.
Under your boyfriend’s lidded observance, you only want to grind hard, with purpose. The friction you want exists in his bulging muscle, rubbing against your covered clit with each thrust, and you can’t help but squeeze yourself around his leg. Harder, tighter, stronger.
Drinking in your movements, Jungkook parts his lips, tensing his thigh at the perfect moment and chuckling darkly when you react.
“Don’t be shy,” he murmurs. “Wanna hear you, too.”
Mewling, you clasp your hands around the back of his neck, rolling your hips repeatedly and wordlessly thanking your boyfriend for working out so often. Fuck, just his thigh is almost enough to make you come. The tautness feels delicious under your clit, and sighs cascade out of your mouth like pretty waterfalls.
“God,” he groans, finally lifting your sweater and yanking it off your raised arms. When he realizes you opted not to wear a bra underneath your thin shirt, he kicks his head back in agony. “Fuck, baby.”
“Mmhmm,” you agree with a nod of your head. Biting your lip, you rejoin your hands behind his neck and continue to swivel your hips, clenching your thighs around his when your bundle of nerves hits just right. “Feels so good,” you gasp, your breath ragged and steeped in hunger.
“I know.” Your boyfriend tugs your shirt up until your breasts are freed, mouth encircling a nipple and sucking with a lick.
Fuck! Want gushes from your center as he admires your chest—each lick, each suck, each swirl of his tongue—soaking through your underwear and staining liquid white on his pants.
More.
You need a lot more.
Your core aches for a deeper intrusion and you both know it. “Kook,” you whimper, pressing your sweaty forehead to his. “I can’t. I need you.”
“Then lift up for me, love,” he responds, lightly patting one plump side of your ass.
Obeying, you release a drawn out moan as you feel him slide your panties over before one of his deft fingers slips into your folds. Rubbing your clit slow, he collects your sweet juices before lodging his digit in your cunt.
Fucking hell, he knows your body better than you do.
But of course he does. The times before have made him an expert. All those beautiful, tender, countless times before.
Watching your little jumps and tweaks seems to bring him joy, eyes alight with hunger for your pleasure. Inserting another finger, he starts to pump them in a steady rhythm until you felt that hidden spring in your body tighten alarmingly quick.
Shit! There’s no way you’re gonna come so soon, is there? Is there?
“Baby, I’m close,” you whisper in warning anyway, forehead hot and perspiration starting to coat your face. “You’re too good at this, fuck.”
“Come then, baby,” he coaxes with a smile.
You snap your lust-heavy eyes to his. “You sure?”
“Promise.” His smile tilts to the side as his confidence drips from the corners. “I’ll just make you come again.”
Fuck.
Chasing your high in earnest, your sticky thighs burn as you launch into a quick pace, outright fucking his hand as his slippery digits show no mercy. Your essence leaks out from between his fingers to stain your thighs, but you can’t think about anything else other than release. Release release release.
And it consumes you whole in an instant. Strong. Pulsing. Endless.
Swallowed by your high, you barely register Jungkook’s hushed praise and encouragement. Pleasure is the only thing you know as it surges through you, twisting across your locked limbs and leaving you weightless, elevated, teetering on the edge of a precipice.
Only the sight of your boyfriend licking his fingers clean is your sole, solid grasp on reality.
Because oh. That’s you he’s licking off his fingers.
Why does that always make you feel both turned on and embarrassed all at once?
Slumping forward into the crux of his shoulder, you inhale the heady scent that mingles with his cologne. “Holy shit, I think I saw stars.”
A breathy laugh cascades down your back. “Mm, let’s make that two-one then.”
“You would still keep score,” you huff, dragging your lips across his sweaty skin before attaching them to the base of his neck. As soon as your heated mouth latches on, Jungkook grants you better access, his reaction coming out in a low groan.
Taking the opening, you lick a trail up his column to his ear, sucking on his pulse once you venture back down. Feeling him sigh beneath you creates an urge, and you nip at his skin with more force than usual.
Arms tighten at your sides with a hiss. “Baby, yes.”
You alternate between nips and sucks along his smooth neck, imagining how beautiful it would be if he got it inked, too. Sliding your burning tongue up the shell of his ear, you bite down before pouring praises inside.
To your delight, Jungkook’s cock twitches on your thigh.
Humming, you ask with glee, “Did we find something you like, too?”
“Not sure.” He hisses again. “May need further tes—Fuck.”
You chuckle with joy as you lick his pulsing ear, the skin bright and angry from the torturous nick you just inflicted.
Experimenting and learning Jungkook’s body is something you will never tire of. It remains one of your favorite hobbies, and will stay that way for a wonderfully long time.
Worked up, your boyfriend finally yanks his shirt off, pulling you back in for a searing kiss when it’s thrown onto your laundry chair. Molding yourself into him, your nipples scrape his bare skin—the friction creating another set of swells in your core.
Hugging you close, Jungkook softly falls back onto your bed, keeping you aloft his rippling abdomen. Finally stretching out your legs, you feel relief in your thighs, wincing at the burn from strenuous use.
Goddamn, you’ll be surprised if you can walk to the next room when everything is over.
Jungkook isn’t privy to your thoughts. In this new position, he slips your underwear off before grabbing your ass, marveling at its plush curves like he’s never touched you before.
“You see it everyday, Kook,” you murmur between unhurried kisses.
“I do...” He presses his pelvis into yours, his hardened length sliding torturously against your dripping core. Your mewl harmonizes with his groan before he sighs, “But it’s just so perfect.”
You want him. You want him now.
Despite already reaching the summit, you’d plummeted back down and vow to climb again. “I’m still in a shirt and you’re still in pants,” you complain. “Take them off.”
Beneath you, Jungkook’s laugh reverberates through your chest. “You’re the one that held my thigh hostage!”
“Yes, and?”
“It was hot as fuck.”
“Exactly. Hurry up!”
“Okay, okay!” He huffs out a laugh. “Grab a condom then.”
Puffing, you push yourself up before slipping out of your already rumpled shirt. Chucking it as close to the laundry chair as you can—both of you humming in pride when it actually gets there—you start crawling across the bed to reach one of the nightstands.
“Ow,” you heave out, met with another light chortle. “My thighs.”
You hear the shuffling of clothes behind you as you retrieve a package from the drawer, sliding it shut before dropping your body in a tired heap.
Damn. There’s a lot of ground to cover between you and him. How the hell are you gonna get over there?
Deciding on the easiest course of action, you literally roll toward your unconcerned boyfriend until you mush into his muscular, bare form. “Hey,” you puff. “Feel sorry for me.”
As he situates himself on an elbow, your boyfriend’s lips mush just to keep a laugh from escaping. But he fails massively, his outburst above your nose causing his eyes to crinkle.
“That was the cutest shit I’ve ever seen.”
Pouting and trying to ignore the tingling you feel, you slap the condom wrapper against his chest. “Those stairs took a lot out of me. My thighs are officially tapping out for the night.”
Long fingers still on the metallic packaging. “Did you still want to keep going?”
“What? Duh.”
“Oh, okay. Just making sure.”
Tilting your head and smoothing out the covers underneath, you lament, “We haven’t even started on you yet.”
“Doesn’t matter.” Bending down to plant a heartwarming kiss on your forehead, Jungkook only smiles. “This is about you. I’m already happy.”
“Ugh, stop,” you whine, reaching down to take his velvety cock in your fingers. “Don’t be lame.”
“Babe.” A stern look darts your way and, after you hum in curiosity, he cocks a brow. “You literally made us get in a car so you could drive us back home.”
Laughing in earnest, you quickly admit defeat. “Damn, you got me.”
Your mirth is swallowed by Jungkook’s lips as he descends, an overwhelming appetite for everything you can offer. Pushing his cock further into your palm, his kiss deepens just as much.
His length always feels so weighty in your hand—so comforting, so familiar. But even in its smooth familiarity, you’ve never, ever gotten tired of pleasuring him. You were sure you could stay in and rub his cock until your arm fell off—or if he asked, sucked on it until he begged you to stop.
But he doesn’t ask for either of those things in that moment—solely focused on exploring your heated mouth until he maps it all. Jungkook really is orbiting around you and you alone, and you want to gift him the universe in return.
Relishing in the smoothness of his limbs and feeling safe in the embrace of his build, you stroke him in earnest—pulses in your core in sync with every groan you tug from his throat.
Suddenly, feverish lips leave you chilled.
“Hold on, babe.”
Leaning back, Jungkook effortlessly rips the wrapper open with his teeth before tossing it, his elbow digging into the mattress. After you retract your sticky hand, you watch with a small smile as he covers himself before hovering his beautiful body over yours.
But that’s all he does, and it’s intriguing.
What’s he thinking?
You’re about to ask when his words cut you off.
“You’re…” His eyes roam over your form, the heat of his gaze causing your arms to furl over your chest instinctively. Gingerly halting your limbs, he whispers,
“You’re the love of my life.”
So many things could’ve been said in that moment. So many phrases he has said before in similar situations. But what does he say? What does he go with?
You weren’t expecting that at all.
“Baby,” you murmur, blinking to quell the burn in your ducts. “If you keep saying stuff like that, I’ll cry.”
Gently nudging your legs apart, he slots his body in between. “I mean it,” he pledges, lowering himself to cage you in. Molding his entire body into your naked form, he shuts his eyes in wonder before regarding you with a loving gaze. Soft locks tickle your cheek as he kisses your neck, licking and sucking in the spots that affect you the most. “But I’ll stop.”
“For now,” you correct. “You can make me cry after.”
Jungkook’s breathy laugh will always be one of your favorite sounds. “Deal.”
Sighing, you reach up to clasp his flexed biceps, tightening your holds whenever he starts sucking on your pulse. How he went from worshipping you to devouring you was always intriguing. Maybe to him, they were one and the same.
Between your legs, your folds flutter with want, and you lift your hips as a tiny hint.
“Say what you want, baby girl.”
“You know what I want.”
“Nu uh.”
Feeling the abrupt girth of his head protruding your folds, you grunt with a harsh shot of breath. “Fuck,” you gasp. “I want you, but not all at once, fuck.”
“How are you always so tight,” your boyfriend wheezes, rubbing his length up and down your cunt before nudging in slow. “Holy shit.”
You whimper at the intrusion until you feel yourself adjusting.
But this was expected. Jungkook’s so damn large that you go through this every time. The only times that have been different have come after he’s eaten you out, and even then he’s still a bit big.
However. You know what proceeds the slight ache, and it’s completely worth it. The euphoric feeling of being completely and utterly together. One.
Your core molten and clenching around him, you purr at the way he goes deep, deeper, bottoming out. Above you, Jungkook starts perspiring in earnest, grunting as he keeps himself still. Sheathed entirely inside, he goes back to ravaging your neck, and you encourage him to finally move with a rock of your hips.
“So fucking big,” you praise, mewling when he chuckles during a deep thrust. “I love your dick, baby.”
“It’s yours,” he offers with no hint of hesitation, rolling his hips until you see another set of stars. With each long thrust, his ridges rub like heaven, your lower lips singing their gratitude in tight spasms. “I’m all yours.”
“You can go faster,” you mention in passing, though the breathiness of your voice gives away your desperation.
Maybe you are desperate. May as well lean into it. “Go faster. Faster.”
“If you start being bossy, I’ll come.”
“That’s the point, Kookie.”
Grunting in agreement, he slips a strong arm underneath your hips, lifting you at a slight tilt. The new angle allows him to penetrate deeper, and you sing his name in a continuous hymn with every other plunge. Again and again and again.
His lips connect with yours for the upteenth time that night, as if he was continually magnetized and couldn’t stay away for too long. Your breath’s stolen away with each pass—his soul pouring into yours to make up for its absence.
With each fleeting second, your skin proves slicker with sweat and effort. Exertion appears on Jungkook’s own body in the way his muscles and veins bulge, pulse, shove against the confines of his skin. Ever faster, his hips never tire as he finds a steady rhythm.
“Babe, fuck—”
“So fucking tight.”
Your breasts bounce each time he penetrates, and he curls his body to take one of them in his fiery mouth. You arch your back to aid his hunger, and you moan with every intentional lick and swirl of his tongue.
Nipping your bud, Jungkook smirks at your squirming before attacking the other, shoving his cock far into your sex just to see how loud he can make you whine.
Breathless, you go limp and take his hard rhythm in stride, riding the high of feeling so incredibly full. Only the sounds of your small mewls and his reserved grunts permeate the air, thickening the room and layering more sweat on your skin. You’re sure you look as fucked out as your boyfriend appears, lust manifesting in passionate blooms on his slick skin.
“That’s it, baby girl,” he lauds. “Love when you relax for me.”
“Feels so good, Kookie.”
“That’s what I want for you.”
Lolling your head to the side, your lidded gaze latches onto his inked arm. So pretty, just like him. You gnaw on your lip as you contract against his pulsing length, your body bumping with the knocks of his thrusts.
The desire that had been unleashed before coalesces again with a vengeance, sneaking up from the earth and balling itself inside your core. Sliding your eyes to meet Jungkook’s wanton expression, you whimper, “I’m close again, baby.”
“Fuck, I can tell.” He dips his forehead down to yours before sliding his hand to your hip. Gripping your skin, he’s sure to leave tiny bruises with how rough he holds on.
But you don’t care. You love when he loses control.
His heated breath ghosts down your features as he rolls in exaggerated thrusts, and his heavy hums clue you in to his own chase.
“You, too?”
“Ye... Yeah,” he grunts, voice high in pitch.
“Good. You’re so hot when you come.”
Your praise coaxes a whine from him before his motions became unpredictable and erratic.
There it is. He’s so close. Just one more push.
Abandoning your squelching sex, you suddenly use both hands to claw at the rippling muscles of his back. Angry red scratches tear through his nearly-unmarked skin—the only other scars from more passionate ones you inflicted before.
A strangled groan empties out above you, and his mouth flops open in unhinged desire. Darkened, blown out orbs bury into your sweaty face, and you squint to fire heavy lust in retaliation.
Contained energy threatens to burst inside of you. Another high in plain sight. Tugging at Jungkook’s long, wet locks, you shove his mouth onto your ravenous lips, impaling him with your furious tongue.
His breath shoots out between your fervent demands, “Gonna. Gonna come.”
“Do it, baby.”
With the next thrust, you’re pulled under instead, tumbling under the currents of your orgasm and spiraling out of control. Your boyfriend follows close behind, and you can feel him twitch furiously inside of your walls.
The moment only lasts mere seconds, but you feel afloat for much longer, your body wracked with release. Words of affection tumble onto your heaving chest before Jungkook slides out of your exhausted core, and his body dumps into an exhaustive heap right next to you.
Always a new and ethereal experience with him. You can’t explain how beautiful it feels to have him in your arms when you come, or when he reaches his own high.
In a way, you could say it’s touching. Laced with enchantment. Something deeper than love, if that were even possible.
But there aren’t any words in existence that can describe the feeling, so you only settle with conveying how you feel in your actions.
Lightly raking your hands through his sweaty hair, you smile before kissing the tip of his nose, nuzzling it before thumping your head back onto the comforter.
“We should clean up.”
“Yeah,” Jungkook agrees, his body not conveying the same willingness.
And you can’t blame him: your own limbs didn’t feel adequately attached to the rest of your body. You’re essentially strewn about the bed in parts yourself.
“How are your arms,” you grunt, struggling in your quest to achieve a sitting position.
Your boyfriend nudges your back with his floppy hair, helping you straighten in the most adorable way possible. “They’re okay. Why?”
“Just wondering.”
Sliding off the bed, your entire body feels like gelatin for bones, Jungkook jutting an inked arm out to steady your wobbling.
A giggle punctuates his inquiry. “That bad, huh?”
“Shut up. This is your fault.”
“Nu uh.” Standing and guiding your fawn-like feet to the bathroom, Jungkook counters, “I wasn’t the one hauling ass down four flights of stairs.”
“Yeah. That’s why you lost.”
“Brat.”
“You like it.”
As you both go through your clean up and bedtime routines, the light banter continues. It quickly transforms into delirium from being the dark early hours of morning, nonsensical quirks and giggles puncturing the apartment walls.
When you’re settled back into your bed, you curl your body into his. But you still aren’t quite comfortable: throughout your small time in the bathroom, your feet somehow managed to freeze over again. Seeking immediate thawing procedures, you slot them between Jungkook’s legs.
“Hell no!” He wiggles rapidly and attempts to run from your iced extremities, whining when your toes chase him down under the sheets. “So damn cold!”
“I’m trying to get warm!”
“Damn it... You’re lucky I love you.”
“I am,” you hum, your face smug.
Even with his protests, your boyfriend clamps his limbs around your feet to give them heat.
Silence settles like a light dust over your bodies. Heavy with contemplation and satisfaction, Jungkook quietly slings an arm over your body to pull you closer. Though he absolutely doesn’t need to keep his voice low, he whispers to your forehead,
“Thank you for the date tonight.”
Heart fluttering, you nuzzle into his chest. “Thank you for joining me. Sorry for ruining your rank.”
“Fuck my rank,” he huffs with a hint of mirth. “This was the most fun I’ve had in months. It made me even more sure of…”
Huh?
Of what?
Confused, you tilt your head within your small space. “More sure of...?”
“Umm.”
Feeling his hold tighten around you, you aren’t positive if you felt a slight shake of his fingers or not.
A slight, prickling feeling skittered over your skin, goosebumps flaring like your heart knew what he was going to say without him uttering a word.
“I was gonna save this for a better time, but, uhm.” He pauses, a million moments in between. “I just know I wanna marry you.”
Oh.
You still—only for a small beat—before relief bubbles from your throat.
When Jungkook regards you with a confused face, you breathily respond, “Is that what you’ve been wanting to tell me this whole time? I thought that was already the plan, silly.”
“Really?” Solace floods his features, and you can’t for the life of you understand how he didn’t get that impression before.
Does he really not know how incredibly and unabashedly threaded he has you around his tattooed finger? Who the hell else would you stand out in that weather for more than a millisecond for? For who else would you traverse the galaxies if he ever lost his way—tearing through planets just to find him and bring him home?
“Yes, really,” you giggle, wetting your lips before capturing his. “Just let me know the date and time and I’ll show up.”
Chuckling, he presses a tender kiss to your nose before padding around for his phone. His curious, determined face illuminates like a single star, and you fill the bed with mirth when he ponders aloud,
“Then when’s the next meteor shower?”
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