Nothing Like Us | JJK √

sixteen

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"are you sure we can be in- in here?" jungkook stumbled out words as your lips never left his neck. you were sat on his crotch, arms hooked around him and horny to the max.

"hyung it's a party — we can be anywhere." you reassure the older.

you both were way to out of it to go back to one of your dorms, and you couldn't find your friends so the two of you just tripped upstairs to one of the rooms that were empty.

"okay." jungkook just complied, leaning in and attaching his lips to yours. the older was always a great kisser, the way he would move his mouth in sync with yours. no matter if it was sweet or wet and messy it still felt good because it was his lips.

jungkook now had a grip on your waist, starting to move his hips back and forth with yours as he kissed down to your neck.

"hyung" you whine out, tapping his shoulder as an indication that you were ready.

the older just nods, picking your body up easily and turning you over on the made up bed that the two of you were about to mess up. jungkook takes his shirt off, his row of tattoos making an appearance, and his eyes on you. he does the same for you quickly, but with your pants and underwear.

it happened so quick so that now jungkook had his eyes on you and his dick in your mouth, your head was pushed down, and he had a grip on your hair — his hips bucking loosely into your throat.

you liked it like this though, which he knew so you tightened your lips around his length and jungkooks hips stutter as the hot muscle around his length dragged on his skin. "fuck, mhm. so g-good for hyung. so good."

jungkook had to stop before he came, turning you back around on all fours. "let's fuck, quickly."

he prepped you even quicker, fingering you open with the lack of lube between the both of you. it wasn't cramped either, and the blazing music coming from downstairs didn't even bother you.

you rode jungkook on the bed, head thrown back and pupils dilated looking at the older. jungkook hand was on your waist, his lips on your neck as he desperately chased his high.

jungkook seen that the roll of your hips starting to give out so that led to him planting his feet on the bed and suddenly thrusting harshly up when you clenched around him.

"ah, hyung, d-don't stop, fuck—s-so close!"

he keeps the pace up in his hips, bringing your mouth closer to him and swallowing all the mewls coming out from your lips.

"shit!" jungkook pace becomes erratic, hips moving relentlessly with no finesse. he feels it in his stomach and it aches so bad. he's so close, so fucking close.

it wasn't long before your body was locking and white came spurting out of your dick, crying jungkooks name from your swollen lips. he wasn't long either, especially when the clench around him became so hard — his eyes rolled back as he came inside of you.

"fuck." jungkook leans back on the bed, exhausted.

"fuck indeed." your head goes to his chest, laying it there.

"we should get up?"

your lips pout, way too tired now. "dont wanna"

"we have to." jungkook laughs but pulls out carefully, making that same whine come from you. "we have to go and find jin hyung them."

you just sigh and comply "okay."