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bangtanbois · 4 months

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Familiar Weight

A familiar weight settles on my chest, not suffocating but reassuring, as Jungkook, my cherished bunny, finds his way back to me in the quiet hours of the night. His arms around me holding onto me even in his sleep as my head rests against his chest. I embrace the warmth that seeps into my skin, cocooning me in tranquillity.

Slowly rousing awake from my slumber, my eyes blinking open to the soft morning light filtering through the windows., I feel the lingering heaviness of sleep. Turning towards Jungkook, I nuzzle into the crook of his neck, inhaling his familiar flowery scent. He stirs but remains in the gentle grasp of dreams, tightening his arms around me, enveloping me in warmth.

I rasp out, "Bunny, what time is it?"

Jungkook groans, checking his phone on the nightstand before replying, "Too early. Keep sleeping."

Contentment washes over me, and I snuggle even closer. This is where I want to be – wrapped up in Jungkook's embrace, safe and loved. Softly, I whisper, "I love you."

"Sleep."

Restlessness tugs at me, and I squirm, attempting to shift away from the grounding weight. His grip tightens, and I hear his tired mutter, "Just go to sleep," his voice strained with exhaustion. Adjusting his position, he sinks lower, resting his head against my breasts. Settling his weight on me like a comforting bunny nestled into his favorite spot.

I run my fingers through his soft hair, appreciating its silkiness. His ever-changing hairstyle always manages to intrigue me. Unable to resist the playful urge, I tease, "Bunny, will you always love me like you do right now?"

He groans a little, clearly tired. Yet, I crave reassurance, coddling, and pampering that only he can provide. "Does this mean you don't love me right now?" I ask with a teasing hint.

"I love you, and I'll love you forever just like this," he replies. "But if you don't go back to sleep right now, I will kiss you, and then we'll both be up and mess up our routine."

"Routine schmoutine," I declare, attempting to wriggle down to steal a kiss. The prospect of our shared morning routine being disrupted is a small price to pay after all.

A bemused expression graces his face as he looks up at me. I know it's just a facade to hide his true amusement. He leans upwards, capturing my lips in a tender kiss that is slow and sweet. His hands slide under my one article of clothing, which happens to be one of his old t-shirts with a random stain on it and find my waist. He gives it a gentle squeeze before suddenly, yanking me down, positioning me perfectly underneath him. All the while, my lips never leave his.

His hands continue their journey upwards while mine explore his hair, neck, and shoulders, unsure where to rest. The urgency within me intensifies, causing my lips to move faster against his. But then he suddenly halts in his movements, with his hands resting just below my chest and his lips dangerously close to mine. I groan in frustration as he down at me with a devilish glint in his eyes, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

I'm mad at him. How dare he wake me up with his warm embrace, teasing kisses, and seductive touches, only to leave me wanting and unsatisfied?

The frustration must be evident on my face because he grins even wider, tracing gentle kisses from the corner of my mouth to the edges of my face while his hands resume their journey to my tits. One of his hands cupping my breast and giving it a firm squeeze. My morning sensitivity makes it an endeavor that results in waves of pleasure mixed with the sweetest form of pain course through my body.

I let out a moan and grind my hips against him unwittingly, unable to control myself as I tangle my fingers in his hair, pulling his lips back onto mine.

His lips trail down my jaw, towards my neck and I let out a soft moan as he nibbles on the sensitive skin. He continues to move lower, his cock rubbing against me teasingly, making me ache for more. I can feel his warm breath on my chest as his lips finally reach my breasts, blowing gently on my nipples, his hands still cupping them gently.

He looks up at me with a smirk before taking one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around it. I arch my back in pleasure and let out another moan. His other hand moves down to my clit, rubbing it in slow circles that make goosebumps erupt all over my body.

I grab onto his shoulders tightly as he continues to pleasure me with his mouth and fingers, the combination sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. I feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, but just as I'm about to reach it, he suddenly stops eliciting another groan from me.

"Please bunny..." I whine. "I'm up and ready, please make me feel loved," I add with a pout.

I watch as his hand moves to my chest, fingers tangling in the fabric of my shirt before giving a sharp tug, pulling it up and over my head. His eyes roam over my exposed skin hungrily.

My fingers follow his lead, reaching for his shirt and pulling it off him, revealing his chiseled chest and tattoo-covered arm. He must see the desire in my eyes as he pulls himself up and I watch as his fingers deftly pull at the waistband of his shorts, revealing his hardened length.

We begin to move in perfect synchrony, our bodies moving against each other like the ebb and flow of waves crashing on the shore. His movements are skillful and deliberate, each one bringing me closer to the brink of ecstasy. My words turn into desperate pleas as I beg him not to stop. He responds by picking up the pace, intensifying the pleasure coursing through my body. As we reach a new level of passion, I feel myself falling apart, surrendering to the rush of sensations washing over me. With his weight pressing down on me, he shares in my release before collapsing onto me, spent and satisfied. The room is filled with the sounds of our heavy breaths and contented sighs, a silence only broken when I ask "I'm yours?"

"Only mine."

"Filled with you."

"Mhmn, mine."

"Don't get up just yet... Lemme be dirty and filled with you."

I feel his amusement, a warm undercurrent in the quiet of our shared moment. The early morning light filters through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the tousled bed. The room holds traces of our recent fervor—a disarrayed tableau of our passions.

In the soft quiet, I just know that we'll succumb to sleep once again in this intimate haven. The sheets, now witnesses to our shared desires, lie in a tangled dance, silently reflecting the ardor that unfolded here. The room, bathed in the early morning tranquility, becomes a sanctuary where time seems to slow, capturing the essence of our connection.

An unspoken understanding passes between us. Despite the chaos of the disheveled sheets and the untamed passion that brought us to this point, I wouldn't have it any other way. The laundry list may grow with each shared moment, but in this sanctuary of tangled sheets and shared laughter, there's an implicit promise of more mornings like this. Wattpad

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bangtanbois · 4 months

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Gaming Bet Unveils A Surprise

Jeon Jungkook X Fem Reader

The familiar hum of the gaming console fills the room as JK, engrossed in his "Knight's Odyssey" game navigates Gotham's virtual streets. My heckles, a constant soundtrack to his gaming sessions, are met with a teasing grin. Little do I know, this playful banter will lead to a bet that will unveil a side of him I haven't experienced in a while.

"Think you can do better?" JK challenges, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

I can't help but raise an eyebrow at his daring tone. "I bet I could do a better job of it if I had some practice" I reply.

"Oh really, you think so?" JK raises an eyebrow.

"Mhmn, I know so," I said, lifting my chin in a display of confident affirmation.

"Let's make a bet," JK proposes, his competitive spirit shining through. "I will teach you for an hour. Then we'll play again, and let's see who does better."

"Okay, let's do this," I agree, the excitement building as a new challenge unfolds.

Jungkook ejects the "Knight's Odyssey" disc from the console and replaces it with a two-player game, "Galactic Duelists." Citing it as a game fit for beginners. He hands me a controller, his fingers gently brushing against mine as he does.

"Alright, this is a simple game," he begins, his eyes focused on the screen. "You're the blue spaceship, and I'm the red one. The goal is to shoot down enemy ships and collect power-ups. Avoid getting hit, and use the special move when your power bar is full."

He walks me through the controls patiently, demonstrating each move with precision. His voice is calm and reassuring, making it easy for me to grasp the basics. As the hour passes, I find myself getting more comfortable with the game, thanks to his guidance.

"Okay, time for the real challenge," JK announces, a mischievous glint in his eyes. We sit side by side, controllers in hand, ready for our Galactic Duel.

The virtual arena comes to life, our spaceships soaring through the cosmos. Shots are fired, and dodges are executed with precision. JK's earlier grin is replaced with focused determination, and I mirror his intensity. The room is filled with the sounds of lasers and explosions as we battle for supremacy.

Surprisingly, I hold my own. My maneuvers are swift, and my shots are on target. The match is intense, and as the timer counts down to the final moments, it becomes clear that I've given Jungkook a run for his money.

In the end, the screen flashes "Player 2 Wins," and I throw down my controller in a huff, looking back at JK with a childish pout on my face. He chuckles, a mixture of surprise and admiration in his eyes. "I didn't see that coming," he admits, giving me a nod of approval. "You've got some serious skills."

As JK revels in his victory, I feel a nervous excitement building up. I look at him with a mix of anticipation and curiosity.

"Yeah, well... I will still heckle you," I declare with a grin.

"I know that's why I didn't put that as my prize," JK replies with a smirk.

I open my mouth, only to close it back up again, unsure of what to say. JK leans in closer, whispering into my ear, "I want to spank you."

I gasp, feeling a surge of nervousness and excitement at his unexpected request. The idea of getting spanked by him without it being a pre-determined scene becomes a delightful challenge, and I can't help but wonder what this bet has set in motion – not just in the virtual world, but in our relationship.

He sets down his controller at its rightful place in the gaming console, offering his hand to help me stand up. The casual ambiance shifts into something more intimate, and I can't help but feel a flutter of excitement. It's thrilling, this feeling of knowing what is coming.

Jungkook takes a step towards me, his skin flush against mine as he leans down to whisper, "I'm going to spank you so hard that you are going to beg for my dick like a good girl."

I gulp, as much as I deny admitting it to Jungkook, I love this side of him. When he's so sure of himself and knows just how to get me to shut up and follow him.

He leads the way to his bedroom, leaving me standing next to the bed as he locks the door. The room is bathed in a warm, ambient glow from his purple mood lighting, with an imperceptible hum of air conditioning in the background. The lingering taste of victory and the anticipation of what's to come electrify the air.

Jungkook saunters over to me, his gait full of confidence as he takes off his t-shirt. His presence is commanding yet inviting, and I can't help but admire the subtle strength in his every movement.

I suddenly feel overdressed in my yoga pants, tank top, and jacket. Thankfully, I took my shoes off when I entered his place.

Jungkook slowly slips my jacket off my shoulders with the utmost care and softness, letting it fall to the floor. His touch is gentle, and the air feels heavy, charged with a subtle tension, a mix of playful banter, and the underlying awareness of something more.

His knuckles graze my bare skin as he lifts my tank top up, I wordlessly lift my arms to comply with his administration. He lets it fall to the floor as his palms encircle my waist with a short-lived tenderness before he jerks me flush against him. A gasp escapes my lips find mine and his fingers trace a line from the side of my waist to my center, mere inches above my core.

Breaking the kiss, he bites his lips as he looks down at me and suddenly turns me around placing soft kisses at the nape of my neck before his lips journey downwards bending lower and taking my yoga pants with him.

Gathering all my strewn-around clothes in his arms, he stands up and places them carefully on the chest of drawers opposite his bed while I'm left standing at its foot clad only in my bra and panties. I bit my lip, suppressing a smile as the words "I have a hot girlfriend," escape his lips along with a sigh.

This spontaneous encounter, void of the familiar safety of a pre-established scene, adds a rousing edge to our dynamic.

"Come here," he orders me softly, and I walk up to him, stopping just about a foot away. He lets go of the chest of drawers and pulls me in for another kiss.

Jungkook starts leading me back, not to the bed but instead to where his dresser is. Suddenly, he spins me around and bends me over, fast. I brace myself with my hands on his dresser. The unexpected move sends a jolt of excitement through me, and I can't help but gasp at the sudden change in position. The cool surface of the dresser contrasts with the warmth of the moment, creating a thrilling sensation.

His hands gently rest on my waist, his touch a perfect balance between firm and tender. The room is filled with a mix of our quiet breaths and the soft sounds of the air conditioning in the background. Every heartbeat seems to echo the rhythm of this newfound connection, and I find myself completely immersed in the present.

He leans in, his lips grazing the curve of my ear. "You surprised me with your gaming skills," he murmurs, his voice sending shivers down my spine. "Now, watch yourself get spanked and count each one out loud for me."

‘Fuck,’ I think to myself, only managing an imperceptible nod at his request because I'm too turned on to speak without moaning.

I can see our reflection in the mirror, Jungkook biting his lips as his eyes are glued to where his hands and my body meet. I notice him enjoying this moment, and I take pleasure in his pleasure. I see the slap coming, yet I'm still surprised when it lands, closing my eyes shut as the sound echoes in his bedroom.

"Open your eyes," I hear him say firmly, and my eyes fly open, meeting his gaze through our reflections in the mirror. "Count."

"One," I say in a breathy manner, finally finding my voice.

"Good girl," he says as he spanks me again.

This time my eyes remain open, and I make sure to count. "Two," I say, sounding firmer than I did a moment ago.

The spanking continues until I'm almost out of all the breath I've regained. Each slap is a blend of pleasure and a sweet sting that heightens the intensity of the moment. Finally, he relents, and I notice that he too is breathing heavily now.

Jungkook caresses the red imprints his hands must have left on me and undoes his pants, slowly guiding himself into me. I let out a hiss as he fills me dulling the overwhelming ache. He starts slowly taking his time, only picking his pace when he notices me adjust to his movements. My hands clutch the edges of his dresser as I feel him hit the exact spot inside me that brings me closer to a release. “Please don’t stop, please” I moan as I ask him to keep going and he continues, bringing me to completion and following behind me a few moments later.

We both lie there on his dresser my back to his front panting, our eyes meeting each other’s in the mirror as Jungkook steps back pulling me up gently along with him. His hands linger on my waist as he looks at me with a mixture of satisfaction and desire and we share a kiss, the sweet residue of our shared moment expressed via our lips.

The room is charged with a newfound intimacy, the aftermath of our playful bet leading to an unexpected connection and the dresser becomes an unspoken witness to this chapter unfolding between us, blending the thrill of victory with our intimacy.

"Surprises work both ways, don't they?" he says with a smirk, his forehead resting against mine, his eyes twinkling.

I manage a breathless chuckle, the heat of the moment still lingering. "Seems like it," I reply, my voice a soft rasp. WattPad

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