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Jungkook ( requested)

Jungkook- Dirty Talk

You sit on the couch beside Jungkook, reading a book you just picked up from the library. He is on his phone, tapping fiercely to win his game. Piano tiles of course

While you're no doubt interested in the book, flipping pages and skimming words, pretending like you're paying actual attention, your mind is wandering other places. Your boyfriend Kookie knows how much you love to read, you spend so much time doing it during his hours of practice, that he has grown accustomed to how important books are to you. But you just can't seem to focus entirely on the story, when Kookie is wearing that shirt.

It's loose around his neck, revealing his sharp collar bone and an almost see through white, it's wrinkles loose around his small waist, hanging off his back as he bends over, staring at his phone. You feel yourself swallow harshly, looking at him, you could never get sick of such a perfect human. 

Hesitantly, you tap him on the shoulder. He tilts his head slightly with your touch, but eyes still glued to the screen, trying not to be distracted.

"Kookie?" you whisper to him, he shrugs you away, keeping focus on his phone. "Kookieeeeeee."

"What is it Y/N?" he asks, with quite an annoyed tone. You shake him by the shoulders, starting to mumble random things that can barely be heard even by you. He keeps trying to bat you away, with failed attempts of wiggling from your grasp. Finally he turns off his phone and faces you, his nose kinda scrunched together.

"I just- um.." you trail off, darting from his vision.

"Just read Y/N."

"No..." you squeak and finally just close your eyes real tight and clench your fists. "I just want you to get off your phone and touch me."

Kookie chuckles a little at your words. "You're the one always avoiding me to read, Y/N, you dork."

You smile shyly but still want him. "Come on Kookie, just come over here, I'm desperate right now, seriously."

He smiles and pats you on the head, "maybe later Y/N, I'm really tired."

"Are you serious?!? I'm literally asking you to fuck me and you're too tired?" you practically shriek at him.

"Yeah, baby, I'm sorry. I would, but practice was hard today and I don't want to disappoint you. You could always... do other things instead, hmm?" he asks you, tilting his eyebrows seductively, smirking.

Your eyes widen, intrigued, "like what?"

"How about I tell you all the.. dirty things I'd do to you?"

"Oh yes please," you hum, sitting on your knees on the couch beside him. He tilts his head up to look at you, holding your jaw in his hand.

"Hmm, I'd bend you over this coffee table, sitting you down in front of me." While he says this you take to the coffee table, across from him by a foot, and keeping direct eye contact.

"I'd kiss you hard, so hard you'd fall down, your back arched from the table's surface." You lean back, doing this, your knees touching his.

"I'd run my hands down your beautiful chest, and take your breasts in my palms, massaging them." You do this, a breathy moan escaping. He chuckles at you, clearly not very interested or aroused.. yet.

"Oh, Kookie, what would you do next?"

"Y/N, I'd remove that blouse of yours and rap my lips around your perky nipples sucking and tweaking them until your wet for me."

Your moaning now, at the pure thought of it. You wiggle yourself from your blouse, no bra like always, and start to do the same thing he described on yourself, but whining about the lack of his mouth. "Mm, Kookie, that feels so good."

"I'm not doing anything," Kookie points out, and you find his eyes amused by you. You look away, tilting your head back and giving in to just how good you feel.

"Then what?"

"Well, I slip my hand under the hem of your shorts. I don't go slowly, I don't hesitate. I massage your clit through your soaking panties and get you sweaty with my touch." You move your hand and do the same, marveling at how you can pretend its him doing that, not your own hand.

"I go under your panties now, feeling the warmth of you, and stimulating your clit with the slight touches my fingers give you."

It feels so fucking good.

"Oh Kookie, I want you," you moan loudly, trying to find his eyes through your hazy ones. He is smiling down at you, but seems a bit more interested than he was when you started.

"You want me baby? You want me to do those things to you, now?"

You nod eagerly, feeling so warm in your head, and everywhere else. "Please Kookie, you are always so fucking good to me."

"I know baby," he says, rubbing your knee. You bend into his slight touch, desperate, but he takes his hand away.

"But baby, like I said, not now."

"Ughh fine babe..." 

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