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yoon-kooks · 9 months
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seven tattoos later | jjk
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🐰pairing: fuckboy!jungkook x tattooartist!reader
🐰genre: fluff, smut
🐰summary: if the hottest fuck boy in town made it a point to visit your little tattoo studio every week, how many tattoos would it take to make you fall in love with him?
🐰word count: 3.3k
🐰warnings: unprotected sex, slight exhibitionism, sex on the couch, doggy, hes big and rough, lip tattoos, hickeys, lil bit of drinking, hes so annoying in this im so sorry
As you close up for the night, you look out the window and count at least four couples out for a dog walk. It’s past eight, but still warm and bright out. It’s like the sun never stops shining. Summer sucks like that.
Maybe you’d appreciate the sun a little more if you had a puppy to walk or at least a handsome guy friend to drag you outside so you aren’t just rotting away in your empty tattoo studio on a Friday night. Everyone’s apparently on vacation or getting married in Hawaii or something, so work’s been exceptionally slow this week. Fuck summer.
It’s lonely.
You might even miss Jeon Jungkook, the last person you ever expected to get along with. The first time he walked into your studio, he didn’t waste any time in hitting on you and making it painfully obvious. You were convinced he only walked in and got a tattoo that day because he thought you’d be an easy lay. 
That was around two months ago.
“What do you think would look good on me?” he’d asked while scrolling through your portfolio. You knew exactly what he was doing. He wanted you to take in his good looks, imagine the carved out physique beneath that leather jacket. That’s what guys like him do. And he was far from the first male client to ask you that. He wasn't special.
“I don’t know, maybe like a bunny or a duckling?” You just said the first things that came to mind—your two favorite animals. You didn’t give a flying fuck about what design would actually look good on someone you’d just met. Your icy heart definitely doesn’t warm up to people that quickly no matter how hot they are.
“Bunnies are cute,” he said without hesitation. You swear he was staring right at the dainty bunny tattoo on your collarbone. Then he tapped the top of his left hand, the one without all the other tattoos. “I’ll take one right here.” 
At the time, you didn’t think he was serious. (He was serious.)
“So, for touch-ups and stuff, it’d probably be good if I had your number, yeah?” he asked, leaning against the counter and admiring the final product on his hand. Him and his cocky ass smile. It’s annoying how hot he is. Unfair, too.
After inputting your number into his phone, you needed to make one thing very clear: “Send me a dick pic and I’ll tattoo all of your exes’ names on your forehead.”
“I promise no dick pics,” he chuckled. He must’ve taken your threat as a cute little joke. “But I would like to take you out sometime.”
For a moment, you just stared at his handsome face. Everything about him was bright and shiny. His pretty eyes, the art wrapped around his arm, that confident smile. The sun had nothing on him.
But the thing is, you knew better than to trust guys like him. They’re always saying shit they don’t mean. And you were tired of being let down by those empty words.
What would make Jeon Jungkook any different from the fuck boys who’ve burned you in the past?
You didn’t know enough about him to answer that question, but you also weren’t willing to get to know him.
It was for the best.
So after you politely declined the invitation, the boy nodded, waved farewell, and jogged out the door. At least he was decent enough to accept his fate and move right along. (He wasn’t.)
Just when you thought you’d gotten rid of him, he spun around. “See you next week for the touch-up, Y/N.”
He was still smiling like an idiot. You didn’t understand why.
“You’re not gonna need a touch-up in a week,” you shouted back as he dashed off. Fast little fucker. You doubt he heard you, but it didn’t really matter. With all those other tattoos, he already knew how touch-ups worked.
Besides, what were the odds of him showing his pretty face again after rejection? Every other client you turned down never came back. Not even for a touch-up.
You didn’t believe for a second Jeon Jungkook would be back.
A week later, he proved you wrong and waltzed right back in like you never rejected his ass. Of course he did. The week after that, he had three of your designs etched into his hand. And he just kept coming back for more, week after week.
Somewhere along the way, you learned he’s a wedding photographer, an artist like you. He’s shown you his photos a few times even after you specifically said you hate weddings. The photos were gorgeous, though. As much as weddings make you want to gag, the sweet moments he captured had the reverse effect. Somehow, you were envious of what those couples had.
You’ve also overcome the impossible task of learning to tolerate his dumb humor. It’s probably because his laugh and smile are so contagious. He won’t stop running his mouth until he sees you smile either, especially when you’re having a bad day. Your cheeks hurt whenever he’s with you.
Fast forward two months and he now has a total of seven of your tattoos. It feels weird not seeing him this week, not breathing in his woodsy cologne, not leaving your mark on his perfect skin. But you suppose that’s just what happens when the guy who’s been annoying the shit out of you suddenly goes to Hawaii. The withdrawal symptoms are kicking in. 
Your world is a whole lot quieter. It’s peaceful for once. And yet, you miss that chaotic idiot. 
Fuck summer. Fuck people who get married in Hawaii.
Your phone buzzes just as you finish cleaning up. Hopefully it’s someone who wants to book an appointment. (It’s not.)
When you read “jungcock,” you roll your eyes with the faintest smile—the perfect example of your clashing feelings for the boy.
jungcock🥴 [8:24PM] “Got time for me tonight?🫦”
Y/N🐰 [8:24PM] “arent you supposed to be in hawaii rn?”
Y/N🐰 [8:24PM] “and dont use that emoji ever again”
jungcock🥴 [8:25PM] “I’d never choose Hawaii over you😌”
jungcock🥴 [8:25PM] “(They called off the wedding)”
jungcock🥴 [8:25PM] “🫦”
[8:25PM] [jungcock🥴 is now blocked]
[8:31PM] [You’ve unblocked jungcock🥴]
jungcock🥴 [8:31PM] “Is that a yes?”
Y/N🐰 [8:31PM] “i hate you a lot”
jungcock🥴 [8:32PM] “Hear me out”
jungcock🥴 [8:32PM] “What if😳👉👈 I brought snacks?”
Y/N🐰 [8:34PM] “fine”
You groan and shove your phone back into your pocket. Sometimes you wonder how you let this dork finesse his way into your life. Where did you go wrong?
Jungkook arrives at your studio ten minutes later with your favorite peace offerings—soju and pancakes. Ah yes, this is how he finessed his way to the top.
“Ooh snacks,” you hum as if you didn’t believe in his ability to pick something up on the way over. “What kind of pancakes did you get?”
“Your favorite, obviously,” he nods, handing you the warm box and a fork. There’s something about the way he crosses his arms, as though he’s just waiting to catch your reaction when you open it. Why does he look so fucking proud of himself?
“I never told you my favorite pancakes.” You raise a brow. The only thing you told him was your favorite pancake place. But they have like a million different options, ranging from classic (blueberry and chocolate chip) to fancy (tiramisu and that edible gold stuff). There’s no way he can magically guess your favorite pancake.
“Just open it.” He gives you his idea of a “playful shove” on the shoulders, which would’ve knocked you over with the pancakes if he hadn’t grabbed a hold of your wrist. He was definitely that annoying kid on the playground who chased around all the girls he had a crush on.
You mumble on about him being too rough as you open the box. To your surprise, it’s strawberries and whipped cream drenched in red syrup on top of a fat stack of pancakes—aka your favorite pancakes.
You look up from the mountain of strawberries and tilt your head at the boy like a confused puppy.
“I asked the waitress with the purple hair what you normally order,” he explains.
“Okay, but she doesn’t know me by name. How’d you describe me to her?”
He takes a few steps closer until you get a whiff of that woodsy cologne you missed so much. You feel the tips of his fingers trace along your collarbone. He’s not so rough anymore. In fact, the warm caress just barely grazes your skin, as if to tease your body. You’ve always lowkey looked forward to that tiny bit of warmth while working on his tattoos. Maybe he’s always been aware.
“I called you a cutie with a bunny tattoo.” His nose scrunches when he smiles this time, giving your skin one last poke. “She knew it was you when I showed her the one on my hand.”
Of course Jeon Jungkook walked into your favorite pancake place pretending to be your boyfriend. Of course he did something as embarrassing as showing off what appears to be matching tattoos. All for the sake of bringing you your favorite pancakes on an otherwise shitty summer night.
“Now she’ll think we have matching tattoos,” you say softly, shoving his chest. “How am I supposed to show my face in there ever again?”
“Hey, I don’t have a problem with the whole matching tattoos thing.” He puts his hands up to protect his chest from your wrath in case you’re feeling feisty. “I’ll just pick it up for you again.”
You’re not feeling feisty, so you give the boy a thumbs-up and bring him over to the couch in the back corner of the studio where you usually eat or take naps.
At long last, you stab a piece of pancake and strawberry and coat it in whipped cream before shoving it into your mouth. It’s delicious. “Is it mean if I say I’m glad the Hawaii wedding was canceled?”
“Because you’d be lonely without me here?” he teases.
“No, it’s because you bought me free pancakes, you simp,” you grin, handing off the fork to the simp so he too can get a taste of heaven. He passes you the soju in return even though you’re already feeling a little giggly.
“It’s not free,” he denies. “I’m supposed to be here for another tattoo, remember?”
After a tiny sip, you set the green bottle aside and grab Jungkook’s hand with both of yours. It looks so silly with all your tattoos surrounding the cute little bunny in the middle. He’s silly for letting you do that to him.
“I don’t think there’s any more room on your hand for another one,” you giggle. “Where am I gonna tattoo you next?”
You wonder how many tattoos he has under his clothes. Maybe he’s already got them all over the place. Then, eventually, his body will run out of space and you won’t be able to tattoo him anymore. That would suck. You kinda like his company.
“What about a lip tattoo?” you chirp, tapping on his lower lip with your index finger. When he doesn’t swat you away, you tug down on his lip ring to check for a hidden tattoo there. Nothing. “I have one.”
“You do?” His eyes immediately fall on your red strawberry lips. You pull down your lower one for him to see tiny black letters that read “bad girl.”
“My ex did it. I was supposed to tattoo ‘bad boy’ on his lip, but he chickened out,” you shrug. “Isn’t that crazy?”
“Wait, I thought you can’t stand matching tattoos?” He’s such a good listener. Boyfriend material.
“I didn’t have anything against them up until that point,” you hum as you play with his wavy hair. The perm is cute on him. “But that’s basically when my perspective changed.”
That’s when you lost faith in men. When you grew to hate the idea of marriage. When you started rejecting every guy who approached you, even if he was half as hot as Jeon Jungkook.
“Well fuck your ex,” he frowns. Yeah, fuck him. No, wait. Your ex isn’t the one you want to fuck right now. “You’ve convinced me. The next tattoo I’m getting is a lip tattoo.”
“Got any design ideas for what you want there?” You climb into his lap, cup his chin with one hand, and play with his lip piercings some more. You’ve never been this up close and personal with Jungkook, but you like it. You can already feel his cock hardening beneath you through your leggings.
“Your lips,” he says without hesitation. Cheesy, but you’ll take any excuse right now to close the gap between you and him.
Just like that, something clicks in your body, and your lips just find their way to his. You’re not sure how much of it is alcohol and how much is your actual feelings for the boy, but it doesn’t really matter. Not when the kiss tastes like strawberry pancakes. It’s perfect.
You throw your arms over his shoulders as he kisses back. He’s already got his hands slipped up the back of your little tank top. 
Your hips start to roll against him.
“Should we close the blinds?” he asks against your lips. “Unless you like an audience.”
You glance at the window. The sun is finally going down, but of course people are still walking their dogs. Maybe they didn’t get the memo that it’s officially fucking hours, not dog walking hours.
Normally, you’d be all for closing the blinds and turning out the lights, but your ass is nice and comfy in his lap and you’d rather not change that. Plus the back of the couch should hide 90% of what’s going on.
You shed your tank top off and toss it onto the coffee table next to the unfinished pancakes. His big eyes flick to your lacy black bralette. 
“Let them watch.” You press your lips into his neck and suck away like a vampire. The hickeys you’re about to leave him with will have to make do as temporary tattoos for now. You’re not gonna have time to tattoo him tonight.
“You sure you want people to see you so desperate and needy like this?” he asks as you wiggle out of your leggings. His hands immediately find your ass and give it a good squeeze.
“I’m not needy,” you whine, your naughty hand feeling how large his cock is through his joggers.
“I think you’re pretty needy, Y/N.” Two fingers slip past your thong and spread the wet lust between your legs. He has the biggest smirk on his face as your body squirms to his touch. You do everything in your power to hold back a gasp. “Do you want me to fuck you that badly?”
Yes, but you’re not going to admit it. Ever.
“No way,” you answer with confidence. He helps you out of his lap and you let him prop you up on your hands and knees so he can get a good look at your ass. “This is just my way of thanking you for the pancakes since we both know you aren’t getting that lip tattoo tonight.”
“The lip tattoo can wait.” You feel your thong drop to the couch where it belongs. Two very strong hands hold you at the waist. “You’re my number one priority tonight.”
As he fills you with his cock, you’re already melting to the heat between your legs. Your weak little arms lose all their strength. You reach for your fluffy white cloud pillow to muffle your moans and let him do all the work from behind.
The tight hold he has on you is a mix of possessiveness and all the sexual tension built up over the past two months. You wonder how many times he thought about bending you over and fucking you silly in the midst of getting a cute little frog tattoo. You’ve seen the way his lustful eyes look at you during his appointments. You’re not that oblivious.
“Nice ass tattoo, by the way.” He pinches the bit of skin with two pink butterflies. You’d always regretted that one because not everyone shares the same appreciation for it, but that tiny love pinch made it all worth it. “You and your cute little tattoos.”
He slides in and out, pounding your deepest spot, and drawing a pathetic whimper from your throat every few seconds. Doesn’t help that he has a finger or two rubbing away at your swollen little clit. That’s when you realize you’ve been missing out on amazing sex for far too long. Seven whole tattoos. That’s how long it took before you gave in.
He’s already rougher now than the playful shove that nearly knocked you over earlier. Good.
This is exactly what you need after such a boring work week.
“What would you be doing now if I were taking wedding pictures in Hawaii?” His voice is getting breathier. He’s working hard out there.
“Gagging at all the romantic shit you’d be sending me.” Even if he weren’t physically there with you, you know he’d still find a way to be annoying. He’d let you know he’s still thinking of you.
“Don’t worry, I won’t make you gag tonight.” You don’t have to turn around to know he’s got that dumb smirk on his face. “Maybe another time. If you’re into that.”
Your response is a soft moan into the pillow. The thought of his cock shoved down your throat isn’t as repulsive as you would’ve thought two months ago. Giving head isn’t usually your thing, but you’re open to trying it with him. You’re glad he can’t see you lick your lips.
He doesn’t slow down either, instead picking up the pace and going harder. Your fingers dig into the pillow, your whole body dripping in pleasure. It feels too good.
“Mm, Jungkook,” you pant like a poor puppy with your ass up in the air. Your little clit can’t take much more of his fingers. You’re so close.
“Thought you couldn’t stand me,” he teases as you tighten around him. He’s so annoying! During sex, too. “And now you’re about to cum for me?”
“Fuck you,” you gasp as the wave of pleasure passes through you. His fingers and cock help you ride out the high. He’s lucky he’s a sweet guy with a strong sex game. Otherwise you wouldn’t have fallen for his annoying ass.
As soon as he pulls out, he flips you onto your back, staring down at you with his cock in hand. A few extra pumps along his length is all he needs to get his release and drizzle your belly with his creamy glaze.
He climbs over you to give you a soft peck on the lips. You’ve been with a lot of fuck boys before, but you can’t remember any of them kissing you once the sex was done and over with.
This boy is different.
He lets you lie there, basking in the afterglow as he searches the studio for a clean towel. When he finally gets ahold of one, he offers a hand to help you sit up and gets you cleaned up.
“All jokes aside, I’m happy you were here tonight,” you say in a tiny voice. “Fuck Hawaii weddings.”
He chuckles in his usual adorkable way. “You should come to a wedding with me sometime—when I’m not working, of course. Maybe you won’t hate them as much as you think.”
You lean in for another kiss. There’s still a hint of pancake on his tongue, but it's even sweeter. “Sure.”
The corners of his lips curve upward in satisfaction. The annoying little shit is about to jump out. You can feel it. (The annoying little shit does not jump out.)
“Now finish your pancakes,” he smiles. For once, it’s not him looking all smug and shit. And it’s really endearing.
Somehow, he just keeps proving you wrong. In a good way.
You look at your favorite pancakes on the table and wave them off. “Nah, I’m good.” Once more, you scoot your ass onto him and press a finger to his lip. “I think I like the taste of you better.”
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vgukly · 1 year
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jungkook lq icons pt. 2 ♥︎
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vkook-pics · 7 months
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TAEHYUNG INSTAGRAM POST | THV
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andy-wm · 8 months
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JK takes JM with him everywhere he goes...
"The lyrics of SEVEN have the meaning to be with the person you love all the time"
The making of the SEVEN MV was released some hours ago.
I've watched it a few times in succession and loved seeing JK having so much fun. The stunts especially would have been a hoot for him because we know he loves anything with a hint of danger.
Which explains why he adores JM. That boy's death stare could maim you from across a room...
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...and his smoulder is even more lethal.
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To say nothing of his sass. If you need salt for the wounds you're already nursing, just stick around for a little of JM's trademark eye rolling.
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Any ordinary mortal would be limping and bruised by now and we haven't even made it past Jimin's face. The rest of him is equally hazardous ...
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But I digress.
So, back to the topic at hand. And that is in fact the topic. JK's hand. Specifically the tattoos on his hand.
I took so many screenshots of that 'making of', I have fiĺled my camera roll with blurry images of those tattoos. Every time the ink was visible, I clicked.
And here's my news ... those tats have been touched up. Okay, it's not really news. We know he has to be having them redone regularly, especially with the abuse his knuckles take with boxing. I don't have hand tats but my ride or die bestie does and hers need redoing every few months.
Although the lighting in the MV is low, it's still easy to see that some of the letters stand out more than others. It definitely looks like the J&M have very recently been redone. This is also not big news, we saw it before during his trip to Qatar.
BUT.
I can't help wondering about the timing. Did he make sure he did that just before the MV shooting, because he knew the female character would stir up rumours?
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I also wonder... is part of the reason he chose to have these tats done on his hands (as opposed to elsewhere) because you cannot avoid looking at them?
His hands are such a focus, not only for him but for anyone watching him. They move constantly, so you can't NOT see 'JM' there, emblazoned on his ring finger like a sigil.
But even though I think that could be true, I'm certain the primary reason is symbolic. And romantic, of course because its JK.
I can't think of anything more profoundly sincere than having another person's initials inked into your skin, especially on the finger that would carry a wedding ring ...if it was allowed.
That ink is a love letter both to yourself and to the person you name there. It speaks of a passion that burns so brightly it outshines any other that could ever come along. That ink is a commitment that binds more permanently than any social ceremony. Your lover's identity is etched into your skin, and it will be there for the remainder of your lifetime and beyond.
It would take someone fearless and determined and unwavering to do something so unequivocal.
And surely they would only do it for a most precious person...for the love of their life.
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《You know what hits me the hardest? The most incredible part of this story? We dont see a similar tattoo on JM's finger. It seems JK did it without any need for reciprocation.》
💜💛
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rosabie · 9 months
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- Jeon jungkook
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jmdbjk · 3 months
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Jungkook's tattoo tour...
This from iHeartRadio.
This was a pleasant unexpected visual treat.
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cryxtalsnow · 2 years
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ㅤ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏     ͏       ͏،ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ ɪᴄᴏɴꜱ ღ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴩᴏꜱᴛ
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goofyhoffy · 8 months
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I'll be loving you right ❤️‍🩹
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bookscandlesnbts · 3 months
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https://www.tumblr.com/mimibunbunny/736927893692858368/the-jm
do you think its Jimin ? I used to belive it but when he came and said it's just his name + army I believed him. I think he placed it on M to make it look symmetrical? I mean he already had crown tattoo and army and 🥴 on middle finger. So the very next symmetrical option is on ring finger 🤔. I don't think it being on ring finger matters much as it's not even his left hand. Also isn't the gap between J and M a lil big for it to be JiMin ?. He was just 22 when he got it, again too young to tattoo your partner's initial especially a male, in a homophobic country.
Lol. Anon, you seem like you are trying really hard to convince yourself. I’ve already seen a couple of my fav bloggers respond to you, but I will too since this is the only ask in my inbox. And I’ve never spoken on this topic.
Maybe it’s Occams Razor or maybe I’m putting a tin hat on, but regardless, I can’t see the J above the M meaning anything other than Jimin. And while you were questioning if it was “too big” to be for Jimin. Jimin goes by JM. That’s a fact. Jungkook paraded himself in JM balloons to JM himself on that pajama party episode of Run BTS. And it’s jimins instagram handle. It’s his initials and has been associated with him for a long time.
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And questioning Jungkook’s age? He’s a bold, serious, and at times impulsive type. His favorite thing to do is show off Jimin and gush over him. (See above)
Jungkook debunked the all member theory that never made sense anyway because he got Army tattooed before the J. Also adding only one letter to represent 3 people? Silly. He did say that the J was for Jungkook but like what else could he say? You admitted that Korea is homophobic so it’s not like he could say the J was for Jimin but it’s also conveniently over the M. Anon your point about it not being the left hand too is also silly and it’s viewing marriage traditions from a western lens. Either hand works in Korea and JK’s tattoos are on his right hand so yeah if he’s going to add the J above the M for Jimin that’s the hand it has to go on. But that doesn’t mean less. A tattoo is permanent and on a prominent place like a hand is a huge commitment and display of affection. So yes, Jungkook or JM “you are me I am you” anyone? He also never acknowledged that it’s above the M he glazed over that placement super fast. You can explain it away any way that you want anon, but if it looks like a duck and quacks like a duck then it’s probably a duck….
If it looks like JM and JM stands for Jimin then it probably stands for Jimin. Which isn’t that much of a reach if you ask me considering the strength and intimacy of their bond throughout the years.
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19pancakes · 1 year
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Cable Management (Part 5)
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Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5
Pairing - Junkook x reader
Genre - non-idol!au, strangers to lovers, slow burn, future smut, comedy
Rating - 18+
Word count - 6.5k I'm so sorry
Summary - Your job is more hassle than it’s worth. Horrible layouts, even worse cable management and to top it all off... There’s extremely rude (and hot and weirdly cool?) men staring at your ass in the hallway. You’re also hungry.
Warnings (per chapter) - My dudes, I am so sorry. *Deep breath* Swearing, reader is tattooed, Jungkook is in awe, constant "checking in" (we're all about that communication) sexually explicit, genital piercings (m & f), nipple piercings (f), protected sex, oral (m & f receiving), edging, spit, squirting, multiple orgasms (m & f), they're goofy, switchy reader and switchy Jungkook. I may have missed some, honestly it's all a bit much and I need a nap.
A/N - I did it! This ENTIRE chapter is just SMUT. I was gonna split this into two but honestly could not find an appropriate part to split it. This is my first ever fic and honestly I think I went a bit overboard. I don't know how to fade to black, I'm sorry. I think this is the end! Thank you so much for getting this far with me and thank you so much to those of you have sent kind messages/comments/reblogged. As always please please let me know what you think, even if it's just a sentence I appreciate it massively.
Much love - J x
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There are four notable things in your life right now. In absolutely no particular order they are as follows;
You need to get a shoe rack (you notice this as you and Jungkook stumble over a pair of trainers you've left to the side).
You are sexually attracted to a lip balm (perhaps something to do with the man wearing it).
Jimin is an angel. A horrible little goblin boy of an angel, and you owe it to him as you are about to break a dry spell. A drought… You haven't had sex in a REALLY long time.
Jungkook makes incredible noises when he's riled up. It is now a personal mission to hear more of those.
You quite like your life at the moment. You think this as Jungkook breaks away from the kiss. You are both still in your entry way and you're about to fist fight him for separating from you again.
"Damn woman, let me take my boots off!" He laughs as he bends down. He gets distracted while down there and runs a hand up from your calf, up the back of your thigh to take its home on your butt cheek.
"Hurry up pretty boy, you can't kiss me like that and then tell me to wait!" you pout and tap your foot impatiently, checking your wrist which doesn't have a watch.
"I'm trying my hardest I swear, I think my hands have checked out from my brain." He grunts and gets to work undoing his laces.
"I'll be needing those hands, so that better not be true." You bend down to start on the laces of his other boot.
"I've been meaning to ask where you got these? I love them" you muse.
He stares at you blankly, "I'll send you the link, please don't make casual conversation with me right now. I'm already at full capacity of thoughts."
"Name three."
"Ass, tits and mouth."
"Those aren't thoughts! You just named body parts!"
"Yeah, and I want my mouth on all of yours!" He whines, he gets one boot off and pulls the one you're working on with force. He stands up and hauls you up with him, resuming his attack on your face as he walks you backwards into your living room.
"I don't know what piece of your clothing I want to take off first." He says between pecks to your lips.
You smirk at him and push him down by his chest so he's sitting on your sofa. He looks up at you with big shiny eyes and it takes everything in you not to coo at him.
"Let me save you the mental work." You say, standing in between his legs and lifting your top up and over your head. You throw the top at his face and he lets it just slide down by itself, mouth open and eyes superglued to your chest.
You let him stare, resisting the urge to straddle him immediately. He's taking in all of your tattoos, covering your stomach and hips. He'll soon find out about the piece on your back (you hope). The shock factor makes you once again thankful that you chose to have your tattoos hidden in day to day life. The look on Jungkook's face is something you want to remember for a long time. Make it your desktop background, your phone lockscreen. His wide eyes blown out with lust and evident attraction. Ego check completed, you're good to go.
"Can I touch you? Please?" he asks, hands itching to trace the shapes and lines on your body.
"Take your shirt off first and then you can." you reply with a smile. He took his shirt off the moment he heard the word, already topless and reaching for you before the end of your sentence.
"Oh my god you're so hot what the fuck" he grits out as he squeezes your hips. You have half a mind to scoff at him, sitting there looking like THAT. You want to lick his abs and you might just let yourself.
"Are you kidding me? You look fucking photoshopped! Are you wearing body makeup?" you accuse him.
He looks pleased with the accusation though, and takes one of your hands and inspects your nails. They're manicured with little skulls over black polish. You wonder why the fuck he has chosen now to admire them of all times. Yes they're cute! Get over it! He takes your hand to his chest and digs your nails into a (firm) pec. He slowly drags your nails down over his nipple (and makes the most delicious noise while doing so, fuck) and further down over his abs, making eye contact with you. The act leaves faint red marks all the way down to the waistband of his boxers, which you follow with greedy eyes. He lifts your hand up for you both to inspect. "No makeup, I guess the lighting is just good in here." He shrugs.
Your mouth has gone a little dry and once again it's hanging wide open. Enough! You need to sink your teeth into this man ASAP! You snap your mouth shut and decide it's time.
"Okay ground rules."
"Okay shoot" He says, resuming his squeezing and kneading of your hips, occasionally drifting down to squeeze your ass, visibly irritated by the presence of your (Jimin's) jeans.
"We use condoms, no marks above the collar, communication throughout." He nods along. "Anything you particularly want to do right now?" You ask.
He stops his motions to give you his full attention (which you appreciate) "I really really want you out of those jeans so you can sit on my face."
You fight your body's immediate reaction to blush, instead nodding and heading to unbutton your jeans. "Anything for you I should know about before?" you pause to get his answer.
"All good I think, let me know if you want to stop or if you want me to do something else. I'm an excellent learner." He grins as he slides down on the sofa and pats his chest expectantly. "Your chariot awaits m'lady."
"I'm backing out." You jokingly start to walk away.
He laughs as he grabs your arm, pulling you down for another kiss.
"Okay fine but not here, let's go to my bedroom." Heading towards your room with his hand in yours, you once again thank Jimin for having the foresight you so rarely have to clean.
"Okay jeans off and on the bed." Once again Jungkook displays his efficiency for stripping and is on your bed in record time, staring back at you with a beaming smile and overflowing excitement. How is he so cute! It's criminal! You catch a glimpse of the sizable tent in his boxers and it's then you pause to take notice of how wet you are. Jesus! You start to unzip your jeans and turn away from him. He gasps as he sees your back piece and crawls forward to paw at it. You giggle as you shimmy your jeans down your legs, feeling Jungkook's burning gaze on your body. "Y/N I'm going to blow my load just looking at you. Please sit on my face so I at least have a better excuse." He's gone almost whiny, desperation obvious in his voice.
You kick your jeans to the side along with your socks and turn to face him as he sits on the edge of the bed. His gaze wanders from your tits, over your pants and stops abruptly on your thighs. He groans loudly and dramatically falls backwards on the bed, covering his eyes.
"You have the sword! I'm going to fucking lose it. I swear I'm gonna come if you so much as look at me right now." He sits back up and he looks like he's in physical pain. Cute.
"So come?" you ask. It seems like the most logical course of action?
"If I don't get to fuck you I will descend into actual insanity. You're insane for even suggesting otherwise!" he throws his hands up in the air dramatically.
"What? You have all these muscles but you've only got one round in you?" you ask as you unclip your bra and let it slide down your arms to the floor. This might add to his frustrations but might as well get everything out the way. He looks up at the soft thud of material hitting the floor and clocks your pierced nipples. He groans so loud you can't help the laughter that escapes you. He reaches forward hovering both hands just below your tits, looking up at your face for approval. You take both his hands and press them to your chest, enjoying his palms on your nipples.
"This is a nightmare. I have game I swear, you're just freakishly hot. It's like my subconscous made you in a fucking lab." He squeezes both tits at once and exhales shakily.
"Can I put my mouth on you?" he asks, gently thumbing over both nipples at once. You're starting to lose yourself to the sensations so you give him a breathy "yes" back. He immediately latches on to your left nipple and rolls his tongue around, toying with the metal you have there.
You whisper a soft "fuck" and he looks up at you from under his dark lashes, tongue still rolling your nipple around between his perfect lips, and winks. HE WINKS! This man is going to be the absolute death of you. You want to simultaneously ruin and be ruined by him. Jesus fuck he's so hot.
"Jesus fuck you're so hot." you say, pulling him away from your boobs and chuckling at the kicked puppy look he gives you. You sink to your knees in front of where he's seated at the edge of the bed. You wish you had your knee pads right now but at this particular moment in time you accept that needs must. And you must have this cock in your mouth.
"So can I put my mouth on you too?" you ask. Those abs are about to get the licking of a LIFETIME.
"Please." he whispers, like he doesn't want to be too loud and disrupt whatever this dream is he's clearly having.
You grin and lean forward for your first attack. You slap an open-mouthed kiss just above his navel, smack bang in between two lumps of muscle. You gently bite as you pull away and repeat the motion all over his stomach. You bite a little harder on the last one which illicists a grunt of approval from Jungkook so you stop to get some feedback.
"You like when I bite you?" you ask and lick a line from the waistband of his underwear to just underneath his navel. He groans and his head tilts back. You can see his adam's apple bob as he thickly swallows.
"I fucking love it. Bite me as much as you want. Please." He forces his head forward again to look at you, his hair falling in front of his face as he releases his bottom lip from his bite.
"So polite", you tease, "can I take these off?" you ask, toying with his boxers. He nods and bites his bottom lip again. Poor thing is taking a beating! You'll have to kiss it better.
You drag the material down as he lifts his hips for you, freeing his length with an audible slap to his stomach which makes him hiss. You throw the boxers somewhere to the side and run your hands up both his thighs. You notice that you are literally licking your lips (involuntarily!) at the sight before you. From your view of the underside you can see the glint of a barbell at the base of the shaft and your mouth waters at the thought of reaching it with your tongue. He cocks a brow at you which you mirror wordlessly.
"It's called a lorum piercing, it doesn't hurt or anything, you can play with it." he answers your unspoken question.
"Does it feel good for you if I do?"
"No matter what you do I can tell it will feel good. I can't wait to embarrass myself in approximately 2 and a half minutes." He laughs at himself. You sense some embarrassment from him though and that's the last thing you want for either of you.
"Jungkook I want you to come so fucking bad it's beginning to annoy me that you haven't already." You grasp the base of his shaft and slowly tease up. His eyes flutter shut accompanied by a long exhale. "So be a good boy and come on my tongue yeah?"
"Ugh fuck. Yes, please."
"Good." You shoot him a smile and drop your mouth down to lick the tip. It's showtime girly, time to clench that thumb even though it never works with your gag reflex. But you have a goal here. That piercing isn't gonna lick itself! You toy with the tip and the underside of the head with your tongue for a while, dragging out those perfect little sighs and moans from Jungkook before you start to work your mouth down the length of him bit by bit. He drops from his elbows and lies flat on his back, covering his eyes with one arm and gathering your sheets in his other fist. He looks so overwhelmed and you are LIVING for it.
"You good?" you check in.
"I'm not gonna last much longer", he releases a hitched sigh when you take him in your mouth again, "holy fuck your mouth is amazing. Please don't stop. Please." he begs.
Well. You're a sucker for manners, after all. Also the muted pulse you feel between your legs is becoming more aggressive with every little noise he makes. You want to hear what he sounds like when he comes. God, you bet it's so hot. Time to find out!
You speed up, sacrificing depth for quality and use your tongue to swirl across his underside every time you come up. You take your hand (the one with the useless thumb clenching) to gently cup his balls in your palm and massage them. This earns you a full volume moan which has you humming back at him over his length. Fucking hell you're so wet, your pants are ruined at this point. You squeeze his balls slightly and his hips buck upwards.
"Holy fuck yes, do that again. I'm gonna come." He's breathless and whiny and his moans are climbing up in pitch. He sounds so fucking sexy, it's unreal. You take his request on board and squeeze again, rolling his balls in your hand and using your other to work the base of his cock that you can't fit in your mouth.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come!" He pants out, rising to his elbows to see you work. You look up at him through your lashes just in time to see his own eyes roll to the back of his head. His release pulses out, coating your tongue and matching the twitching of his hips. You don't think anyone should look so pretty when they come. He even sounds pretty! You notice you've been grinding onto the carpet during the ordeal, just to relieve some of the pressure built up from how hot giving Jungkook head was.
You swallow the last of his cum and wipe your spit soaked chin with the back of your hand. You lean back and take in his essentially boneless state and try to fight the urge to fist pump the air at how good you did.
"I think you actually sucked my brain out through my dick." He finally manages.
"Ew!"
"You just swallowed my load!" he laughs.
"Yeah that was hot, don't say it was your brains!" you say, standing up on wobbly legs. Your knees crack as you stand, you don't think he notices. You collapse down next to him and move his hair out his face.
"You okay?" you ask.
"I'm so fucking good right now. Give me like 40 seconds so I can feel my toes again then I'll be right with you." He kisses the hand you have resting on his cheek. You laugh and reach to your bedside table for your water bottle which you hand him. He sits up to take it from you and swallows down a few gulps before standing and setting it back where you got it.
"Okay shiny butt up you get." He claps his hands for emphasis. Apparently his recovery really was 40 seconds. Why does he have so much energy?
"Up? Why do I have to get up?" you ask even though you're already up and standing next to him eagerly. Your pussy is fully throbbing now, seeing Jungkook in his post orgasm bliss, light sheen of sweat over his fucking photoshopped body, hair sticking to his stupid incredible face. You're swooning. You're actually swooning.
Jungkook wraps his arms around your waist and kisses your thoughts out of you. This time it's him who drops to his knees before you and the sight of a naked, sweaty and eager Jungkook between your thighs is enough to keep you up at nights. This image will haunt you in the shower, you just know it.
He runs both hands up the outsides of your thighs and hooks fingers under your pants.
"Can I take these off? I think they're soaked through now anyways" he grins up at you.
"It's your fault, you douche! You're unreasonably hot, did you know that?" you fake kick him on the thigh.
"You're the one who just made me come so hard I couldn't feel my tongue or toes. I need to properly test my tongue though, so…may I?" He asks again, gently tugging at your pants. God you love how he asks.
You grin down at him, double chin be dammed.
"Test away."
He rises up on his knees to kiss down your sternum while he drags your pants down your legs. Strings of arousal noticeably connecting you to the fabric. He kisses down to just underneath your bellybutton and leans back on his heels as you step out of your underwear. His eyes widen and he looks back up to your smug face.
"I told you I probably had more piercings." You shrug.
"You're on thin fucking ice, Y/N. I WILL fall in love with you. Do NOT test me." He jokes, thumb coming to toy with the piercing you have above your clit. You were supposed to get your clit hood pierced but you chickened out, opting for the Christina piercing instead. She's pretty and you take good care of her. You think Jungkook will as well.
"You gonna test that tongue or what? I'll leave a review?" you card your fingers through his hair to get the ball rolling. You're about to explode if he doesn't properly touch you RIGHT NOW.
He smiles up at you, tucks his hair behind his ears and sets one of your thighs over his shoulder.
"Then I won't keep you waiting." And with that he leans forward to lick straight from your entrance up to your piercing, slowing his tongue over your clit on the way. Your eyes just about roll out of your skull at the first contact. Your balance teeters slightly as your legs give in to the wobble but Jungkook steadies you with one hand on your thigh over his shoulder and his other on your opposite hip. You're trapped exactly where he (and you, duh) wants you. He repeats the motion a few times before groaning and latching on to your clit and sucking. You moan out and tighten your grip in his hair (which he seems to LOVE if the shiver going down his spine is anything to go by).
"Jungkook, fuck" you sigh.
He comes off your clit with a pop and a smile (seriously, fuck this guy).
"Good?" he asks, replacing his tongue with his fingers from the hand around your thigh. You can only nod, brows furrowing as the pressure in your lower stomach gets more intense. He chuckles and releases both his hands, setting your leg back down on the floor.
"So do you squirt?" he asks, all nonchalant as if you weren't about to literally come on his face. You pout but still answer him anyway.
"I mean, yeah, I can. Do you want me to? You know how?"
"I know how, I'd love it if you did but only if you want to?" he says between kisses to your neck. God you just want to come.
"Okay well lets go. I'm already edged to fuck so it won't be hard. Wait… was that your plan the whole time?" you narrow your eyes at him.
He has a cheeky smile, showing off his cute teeth. You remind yourself that this is a whole-ass model and his cuteness is a distraction. You noticed he's hard again! He's playing you! Fuck it, whatever will be will be. You lie down on your back and prop your ass up with a pillow. The spare sheets and pillows will be in use tonight it seems. He situates his face between your legs again and you cock an eyebrow.
"You want me to squirt on your face?" you ask.
"Fuck yeah I do, that's hot as fuck." He punctuates his point with a kiss to your clit which makes you flinch. Fuck, you NEED to come.
"Okay go ahead, I'll let you know." You lie your head back and bring a hand up to play with your nipple. Jungkook takes that as his queue to resume where he left off, swirling his tongue around and sucking your clit with renewed vigor. He leans back as he traces your entrance with his middle finger, using your wetness to trace around your folds.
"You taste so fucking good. I can't believe you've let me between your thighs" he sighs dreamily. He gently eases his middle finger into you and you feel the pressure already threatening to snap. You are so fucking needy, your hips buck up at the intrusion. With a soft whispered "fuck" he strokes the front wall inside you, feeling what makes you react. Once he finds the spot that makes you whimper (since when do you WHIMPER?) he smiles and adds a second finger to the mix.
"Please use your tongue, please." you beg. And who is he to deny? Jungkook dives back in, matching his finger movements to the sucking of your clit. You're having a hard time controlling your hips and you know your high is fast approaching. You know this is going to be insane. You can't even form coherent thoughts, never mind words. You settle for a small chant of his name, repeatedly. It seems he likes the way his name sounds in your desperation though, as he moans into your cunt and adds a third finger, becoming more aggressive with his stroking movements inside you. Jesus fuck, yes he knows what he's doing!
"Jungkook, oh fuck… I'm close, keep going." He snakes a hand up to your chest to take claim of the nipple you're not already playing with and pinches. That's it, that's the final straw.
Your back arches and you groan so loud you don't even recognise the noise as yourself. A string of curses that could make a sailor blush falls from your lips. Jungkook stays true and doesn't falter, even when you fist his hair with one hand and grab his hand on your tit in the other. He doesn't falter even when you squirt in bursts all over his face, hand and chest. He doesn't falter when you clench around him so hard he thinks you're trying to suck his fingers even deeper inside you.
"Fuck" you both say in unison, you coming down from your high and Jungkook basking in the pride he feels from his performance.
Jungkook sits up from between your thighs to admire your fucked out state, limbs like jelly and chest heaving. You move the arm that was covering your face to focus your bleary eyes on this sex god.
"What the fuck was that? Are you a fucking wizard!?" You muster up all your strength to throw a pillow at him. He giggles as he catches it and flops down next to your side. He grabs your face and plants a searing kiss on your lips. His face and chest are still wet from your orgasm and it's weirdly hot. You NEED to ride this man.
"Can I ride you?" you ask, tracing a finger over his nipple, watching the goosebumps rise on his skin.
"Are you sure? I mean I would absolutely love that but you seem tuckered out." He teases.
You pout. "I can rally! Give me a couple minutes and about half that water bottle." You promise. He chuckles and hands you the water, grabbing his shirt on the way back to dab at his chest and face.
"Hey I could have gotten you a towel! Sorry about the mess." You grimace.
"Don't apologise, that was honestly one of the top 3 hottest moments of my entire life. You look incredible when you come."
"What are the other 2?" you ask.
"One is definitely you telling me to be a good boy and come on your tongue, and the other will follow me to the grave" he jokes.
"Too kinky or too embarrassing?" you ask, intrigued.
"Too embarrassing, stop talking and drink your water, you tongue sorceress" he nudges the water bottle. You laugh and accept his diversion.
Even after your mammoth orgasm you still feel a dull ache in your core. Specifically aching for the cock you can still see, resting on Jungkook's toned stomach. You don't ask, you don't get.
"So can I ride you now?" you prod again.
He laughs and sits up by the headboard. "I think I might die if you don't. Condoms?" he reminds you.
"Top drawer in the bedside table, let me just grab some lube it's in the bathroom I think." Because yes you are rallying but you are also not stupid. This man is thicc in the shaft department and you are not about pain on this pleasure train.
You head to the bathroom to grab the lube and splash some water on your flushed cheeks. Your makeup is a mess but kind of in a sexy way? Yes that's what you're going with. You clean up a little more and head back into your bedroom.
Jungkook has situated himself at the head of your bed, back propped up with your pillows. He has one hand around his shaft, slowly stroking as he scans your body from bottom to top. His gaze lands on your face and he releases the lip he'd been biting and raises his other hand. He's holding a foil packet and raises a questioning eyebrow.
"That's quite the drawer you've got there." He muses, still slowly stroking himself. What a fucking distraction! Though you don't particularly mind it. You're glad he didn't bring up the glass dildo (you're a forgiving person) or ask why you have snacks AND sex toys in the same drawer.
"See something you like in there?" You ask, walking over to the bed. You drop the towel and lube you took from the bathroom and straddle him, parking your ass on his thighs to watch him stroke before you inevitably take over.
"Maybe, we can try out some of that next time." He grins, "Come here." He demands, gripping the back of your neck to pull you in for a kiss. Next time!? Score! You replace his hand with yours and blindly feel around for the condom he took out. You break away to smooth down the latex when something occurs to you.
"Over the piercing or just above it?"
"Just above," he hisses when you reach the base, "there is fine." He guides your mouth back to his, messy and all tongue (how did he know that's your favourite?).
"Okay good to go?" You ask, starting to get impatient.
He looks completely fucked out already, probably in a much more attractive way than you currently are. Your thighs are kind of sticking to his from your combined heat but you don't think either of you even register it, much less care.
"Let's go, I might cry if I don't get to be inside you right now" he chuckles. You wonder if there's truth to that and it makes you giggle.
You rise up to line up and he takes the opportunity to suck a nipple in his mouth while you sink down on him. Wait! You forgot the lube! Wait? It's fine? Oh yeah of course, you didn't need it. You're so wet that there's an audible squelch when you're finally seated fully down.
"Jesus Christ, you're so wet." He kneads your boobs as he looks at the place where your bodies meet.
"Please move or I'm going to." He encourages you.
"Don't threaten ME with a good time." You laugh, making some experimental rolls of your hips to test the water. Jesus is he huge? You think he's huge. Fuck, the slight curve of his dick was MADE for you. Would that be weird to tell him? It would be wouldn't it?
Once you're comfortable with the sensation you start to rise and fall slowly, loving the way he hits just the right spot inside you. Jungkook looks pained, in the same way he did when he was eating the carbonara. That's good right? He lets both his hands fall to your hips to help guide you. Rude?
"Hands up mister, I don't need your help here." You cock a brow at him.
"It's not for you, it's for me. If I let go I might float away!"
"You're so dramatic!"
"Let me live!"
You laugh and take his hands, lean forward and place them above his head. You can see his pupils dilate in real time and his throat bob when he swallows. You press a chaste kiss to his lips and sit back up on top of him.
"Keep your hands there and be good." You smile. You don't really care if he follows your request but it'll be fun to see. By the looks of it, Jungkook is really, REALLY enjoying himself. He simply nods and bites his lip.
It's then that you decide to put your thighs to the test, you brace your hands on his chest and begin to rise and fall on his length a little faster. He hits that sweet spot inside of you so well you want to beg him not to stop. You realise that doesn't even make sense because you're on top, but it's still how you feel!
Jungkook has closed his eyes and his eyebrows are pinched. You speed up, changing your hand placement to behind you on his thighs. This is where your real party trick comes in. You bounce up and down, admiring how his abs tense and relax periodically.
"Hey, Jungkook?" You ask, still bouncing up and down. Your thighs will give in soon but right now you're too occupied chasing your mutual high.
He opens his eyes to look at you and his gaze is immediately drawn to your bouncing tits. He whispers what you think is a "Lord have mercy" before answering your call.
"Yeah? You okay?" He replies.
You think you're the one that should be asking him that, by the looks of him. Poor boy is being ridden within an inch of his life (he fucking loves it). And yet… AND YET…
You slow down to make eye contact with him, making sure his attention is on you, and then you spit down onto your own chest. "Get that for me will you?" You wink.
Jungkook looks like he's just been punched in the throat (but in a good way?). He moans and you feel his dick jerk particularly hard inside of you. Success! He leans up to lick a line from under your boob, collecting your spit and swirling his tongue over your nipple. He bites as he pulls away and immediately attaches his mouth to yours, sharing your saliva and his.
"You were definitely made in my dreams, holy fuck." He grits out, abandoning your 'hands up' rule. He grabs both of your hands and pulls you down, just to twist you both so you're pinned underneath him. It all happened so fast that you only register what happened when you feel him re-entering you and starting his own pace.
"I think I've been very good, Y/N, don't you think? He thrusts hard to end his question. A moan rips from you before you get a chance to answer. "Think you can be good for me too?".
You look up at this man above you and almost squeal from excitement. Who is this man!? HE was made in a lab! You enthusiastically nod your assent and Jungkook picks up the pace. He looks so hot when he fucks! Rude!
"You're fucking nasty you know that?" He says, watching your glistening tits bounce in reaction to his thrusts. You try to reply (something witty and cool hopefully) but he shifts his hips slightly, making you literally eat your words. You're going to come again, you can already feel yourself clenching involuntarily. Jungkook looks like he's getting close too, so it surprises you when he pulls out, edging you AGAIN. This time you stay quiet. You said you'd be good! No cheeky remarks this time.
"Legs up? That okay?" He grips both of your legs to demonstrate his intent. You nod and try not to scream the word "yes", instead it comes out as a weird croak. He grins and places both your legs over his shoulders, and practically folds you like a clothes horse as he leans down over you. He realigns again, kisses your forehead and then fucking wrecks your shit. What the fuck!? He reaches so deep in this angle and it's hitting your G-spot with EVERY thrust. He thrusts hard and fast, bumping your clit every time he reaches the hilt. You think you might actually black out from how good it feels.
His breathing is heavy, matching yours, and you are both a chorus of moans, curses and shaky exhales. He's fucking you so hard you think your teeth are clicking. You're so close to your climax (AGAIN!) and know you won't deal with another edging, lest you DIE.
"Jungkook-" you interrupt yourself with a moan at a particularly hard thrust, "Jungkook I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come please don't stop" you manage to get out.
"Fucking come for me, Y/N, come all over this cock" he manages back. He looks like he's struggling and, honestly, it looks fucking magnificent. He leans back onto his knees and holds your legs in place by the backs of your thighs and continues his brutal pace. You now have a clear view of his face, chest and stomach. It's when he throws his head back in pleasure and you see the sweat running down his neck that the band inside you snaps. You fist the sheets and your back arches clean off the bed. Your eyes close involuntary as your eyes roll to the back of your head, your entire body pulsing with the force of your orgasm. It hits you like a fucking truck, you don't remember the last time you came this hard. Shiiiiiit!
After the first few intense waves, you manage to open your eyes just in time to see Jungkook in a similar situation. His hands have tightened on your thighs and his head is thrown back in obvious bliss. God, who looks that good when they come? Illegal! He thrusts one last time and stays deep in you as he spurts into the condom, pulsing inside of you with a groan. His grip loosens up and he lets your legs drop down. You are going to need a fuck load of yoga tomorrow to fix the state your body is in.
Jungkook finally opens his eyes to meet your gaze, flushed cheeks and chest, with sweaty hair sticking to his forehead. He looks amazing, like a model or something! Ah, yeah.
"You okay?" You both ask in unison, resulting in laughter from you both. Jungkook hisses and pulls out, your laughter accidentally making you clench around him. He removes the condom and ties a knot, and throws it towards the little bin next to your door. He overshoots and it makes a disgusting slapping noise as it hits the wall behind it. He promptly faceplants onto your bed next to you with an arm over your stomach.
"I can't feel my toes again." He laughs.
"Shh, you don't need them."
"My toes!? How will I walk?"
"Who cares? My brain is mush, don't ask me science!"
"Science!?" He laughs.
"If it makes you feel any better my butt is still kind of cramping from the force of that orgasm." You admit.
He leans up on his elbows to look down at you, a serious expression on his face.
"I will massage that shiny butt to the end of my days, Y/N." He places a hand on his heart to show his sincerity.
You flip over to your stomach and wiggle your ass in invitation which he gladly accepts. He kneads the knot out of your butt cheek then pulls you against his chest.
"We need to change the sheets" you grimace, feeling a particularly wet spot under your hip.
"I'm already asleep, sorry" he squeezes you tighter.
"At least put the towel under me, this is gross!" You complain.
"Ah, but so hot at the time. I swear I still think I've imagined this whole thing. I'm gonna wake up in my own place and have the most vivid wank of my entire life." He says.
You burst out laughing and he joins you. Fuck this man for being your exact sense of humour. And style. And all around preferences!
Once the laughter has died down, you make a move to the bathroom to go pee and clean up, which Jungkook pouts about but allows. You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and just about choke. Your makeup is completely ruined, tear tracts and smudges everywhere. You snap a picture to show Jimin how well his masterpiece went down. He's going to have a fucking field day with all the tea you have for him. You owe him big time.
You enter back into the bedroom and Jungkook has thrown the towel over the wet patch and a blanket over that. You're so tired, this will have to do. He opens his arms to you with a smile and you gladly fall into them.
"So like… Can I take you out now?" He asks, idly drawing circles on your hip.
"I think I'd like that." You smile. He kisses your nose in a sickening display of softness which melts you. Gross! You love it!
You both lapse into a sleepy quietness, close to slumber in your dark, sweaty room.
"Can you fuck me on your bike?" He breaks the silence.
You burst out laughing and slap his chest, making him join you.
"We'll see, pretty boy. Maybe I'll make you beg." You reply.
Jungkook squeezes you tighter, murmuring into your neck, "Made in a lab I swear".
You think this is going to be fun. Your butt still cramps, but you think this is going to be fun. You almost think fondly back to how you met him… But FUCK that cable management!
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If you're here reading this, thank you so much! I did it! My first ever fic! Honestly I didn't think anyone would even see this, so it makes me so happy that people have enjoyed it. I hope this last chapter was a good ending. If not, feel free to scream at me through asks/comments/messages. I'm gonna miss these characters, I love them :( Maybe a side story about Jimin? Too much?
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whysojiminimnida · 1 year
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WELL I SEE IT'S TIME TO TALK TATTOOS AGAIN
Holy cats, hoes mad:
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I just adore Black&White KM, don't you? Honestly, never yells at me no matter how often I steal their pics, they give out freebies at concerts, they're respectful -- if you're gonna make a living off photographing famous people, do it like they do. Honestly. So they're in Qatar doing their whole job and hoes losing their shit all over the internet, apparently, all because a certain JM is darker. STILL.
This is not a brand new development.
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Y'ALL HE DID THIS MONTHS AGO WHY ARE WE JUST NOW FREAKING OUT ABOUT IT?
This is at LAST YEAR'S GRAMMYS Y'ALL:
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And completely unedited, unretouched, the JM was darker enough then that I did a whole post about it.
I MEAN DAMN have we not gone over this, like, several times? (In case you're new to this house elf situation we have here, yes. YES WE HAVE.) We have talked about Jungkook's tattoos at GREAT LENGTH. Well, I have, as far back as a while ago, most recently along about here but also here and here and here and several other places. There is zero tag organization in this house, I don't know what else to tell you.
Anywho Jungkook's tats do not, as nearly as I can tell, mean this:
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Because, like the nice graphic above says that I just edited, THIS IS FAN-MADE BULLSHIT. I dunno who made it but I suspect the addition of the J upset some folk enough to need to make JeiKei's motivation anything OTHER than Jimin. Because, as we know, he started out with his ink like this:
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Yes, that is a pic someone ripped off. I don't like using it. But it's what we have, and it's years later, and it's been out there for a long time, don't shoot. But I have expounded more than once on why it makes NO SENSE to GO BACK LATER to add one letter to a near-complete hand piece. It doesn't. And that A is not, never has been, a V. In Korea you can go literally anywhere and see Samsung logos, Shilla hotel logos, and of course Jimin's dad's cafe' all using that stylized A with no crossbar.
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And I think it's pretty clear what JK thinks the JM means. It means Jimin. Ji Min. JM. DUH. And just like his "rather be dead than cool / make hay while the sun shines" crossword ON HIS ARM, he has a crossword on his hand. A very obvious crossword. Who he loves is written for all of us to see: ARMY, and JM. And lest I forget about that crown:
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It's THE SAME CROWN. Wanna go one better but likely utter fanfiction, you could even go heart-arrow-crown like so: 💜 > 👑... ... and make that story work. It actually makes more sense than one J for four people and four letters for three. But we're not here for that. Occam's Razor tells us that the simplest explanation is usually the correct one, and the simplest explanation is the one that's got bitches tearing their hair out. Because THEY KNOW. They KNOW that JM means Jimin, and they HATE IT. (And so what, to quote JeiKei directly. We're gonna talk about fan hate today, too, just... not in this post).
MEANWHILE JUNGKOOK is always showing us his hand, too, have you noticed? Ever since he got the tattoos, but I think more in the last year. It's gotten really pronounced since the PTD dates.
Jeon Jungkook does what Jeon Jungkook wants, and what he wants is for us to pick up what he's been throwing down since, oh, FOREVER but even more recently. Like, it's NOTICEABLE, the way he gets that tattoo in frame at every opportunity. I'll run out of image space before he runs out of ways to show us his touched-up hand.
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Yeah. I think the fanmade bullshit has been exposed for what it is. Some of us have known it all along, but even if you're baby Army and you accidentally got stuck watching a lot of comic sans rainbow font youtube garbage (or got up on the wrong side of stan twt), there's no shame in that. I ain't even mad. I'm just happy you're here. Jeon-Park house elves, how we doin'?
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yoon-kooks · 9 months
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seven tattoos later | jjk | teaser
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🐰pairing: fuckboy!jungkook x tattooartist!reader
🐰genre: fluff, smut
🐰summary: if the hottest fuck boy in town made it a point to visit your little tattoo studio every week, how many tattoos would it take to make you fall in love with him?
🐰word count: less than 5k probably
🐰warnings: unprotected sex, slight exhibitionism, sex on the couch, doggy, lip tattoos, hickeys, lil bit of drinking, hes so annoying in this im so sorry, will add more smut warnings after i write it lol
🫦read it here!🫦
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vgukly · 1 year
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jk lq icons ♥︎
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vkook-pics · 6 months
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TAEHYUNG DICON | ‘VICON’
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andy-wm · 6 months
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Jikook and Chusoek and the Guardian of the Moon
(or, the legend of Daltokki)
On the day of this important holiday, I'd just like to remind everyone that the Chusoek moon - the fullest, brightest moon of the year - appears in public park installations, shop displays, on greeting cards, and in photo zones all across Korea at this time of year. It's everywhere.
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^The Chusoek moon, as seen from Busan.
That same moon also appears on Jungkook’s shoulder, highly stylised to emphasize the legendary Moon Rabbit (Daltokki, 달토끼) who lives on the moon making rice cakes.
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Why choose this?
We know that every piece of Jungkook's tattoo is meaningful to him, the imagery choices he's made are not random. The Daltokki moon takes up a lot of real estate on his inked arm, so I looked into the significance of this particular story.
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So what IS the story of Daltokki, the Moon Rabbit?
The legend of the Moon Rabbit is significant in many East Asian cultures and there are several variations of it.
In the Korean version of this story, the rabbit offered himself up to feed a starving old man, who was in fact a king of the gods, disguised as a beggar. The old man was so touched by the rabbit's sacrifice that he revealed his true identity and sent the rabbit to be the guardian of the moon. Now the rabbit lives on the moon, tirelessly pounding ricecakes under a cinnamon tree.
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There's probably some significance to the Chuseok hiloliday itself, since it falls close to his birthday. In fact it falls neatly between both Jimin and Jungkook’s birthdays. But i believe there is something else, something much bigger happening here...
Who in BTS is associated with rabbits?
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Who in BTS is associated with the moon?
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So just to recap:
Jungkook has a rather large tattoo of the moon that is designed to show the rabbit Daltokki.
The rabbit who is the guardian of the moon.
I see, I see...
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So, this rabbit and this moon maybe?
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This determined and steadfast rabbit who celebrates, and cares for, and protects his beautiful, shining moon?
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Let's take another look at the tattoo:
It's significantly large, situated on his shoulder like the sleeve patch you might wear if you were in the armed forces or the police department or some other organisation that has an insignia for identification.
The moon is surrouded by a decorative flower border, the kind so frequently seen in Korean imagery, creating a sort of ... emblem.
Like a badge of office, or perhaps a badge of honour?
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So it looks like Jungkook has inscribed on himself, an insignia that identifies him as the guardian of Park Jimin.
Another tattoo, like the JM on his finger, that makes an irrevocable statement to love, honour and cherish... because isn't that what a guardian does?
What else can I say, but
Happy Chusoek, Jikook lovers!
💛💜
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s-oollie · 2 years
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* ੈ♡‧₊˚ dê os créditos ( ! ) 💨°´
☆-: ✧ : psd1 ( ! )
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