pair: jungkook x reader.
genre: smut, idol!verse.
warnings: unprotected wall sex, dirty talk if you squint?
word count: 1.7k
summary: jungkook really loved the way those jeans looked on you huh?
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backstage.
loud sounds.
people moving to different places every two seconds, you knew it was a risky move. the two of you knew.
but didn’t care at this point.
you were crawling over jungkook’s body with your legs crossed on his waist. your back plastered on the big white, cold wall. messy desperate kisses inside one of the venue dressing rooms, jungkook had just a few minutes to go and get ready for the concert but here he was.. having a heating session with his girlfriend upon a wall because he couldn’t contain the way a new pair of jeans fitted your pretty round ass so well to his eyes but… can you blame him? he loved your ass way too much. let’s say it is one of his favorites physical features from you. he loved everything about you but your ass.. you can’t just mess with him like that and you know that too damn well; so of course you knew what you were doing the moment you bought them. you knew it will drive him crazy and the way those pair of jeans will automatically become into one of his favorite items for you to wear.
between kisses…
“you’re such a bad influence for me.” he moans, kissing your neck switching between slow and hard.
“I shouldn’t be doing this, and you know it.” he looks at your eyes down to your lips, placing a very much needy, frustrated kiss.
stopping the kiss with both of your hands pulling away his chest; lidded eyes absorbing every detail of his face, almost breathless,
“then why don’t you stop? If I’m such a bad influence, you know?” you ask with a teasing poker face.
he grins scoffing at you, “don’t make me want to fuck you right here and now princess.”
hands still on your legs lifting your ass up to his waist.
“why not?” tracing your hands upon his chest up to his shoulders, neckㅡyou purr into biting his lower lip very gently.
“mmh, fuck.” causing him to groan.
you can feel his growing erection between your inner thighs.
“there’s nobody here.” one of your fingers slide a strand of hair behind his right ear ever so slowly; making him softly close his eyes.
“you know the way anyone could come at any moment-” he tries talking you through it.
but it clearly doesn’t work.
“stillㅡhere you are having me up on your waist, your point?” you interrupt with a sarcastic tone.
“fuck, you really want it huh?”
