|| jungkook finds himself pathetically begging for you to stop ignoring him - to the point he's quite literally, on his knees.
content : age gap relationship !! (22 & 31) , implied jealousy, slight argument and silent treatment, subby kook !! grumpy but obsessed, SMUT. begging, praise, male whimpers !!! <3, oral fem.- rec., multiple orgasm, cowgirl p in v, lots of talking, hes so needy guys,, lil tit play, clit play, light hair pulling, aftercare <3
♡ bunny´s notes : our fav dilf is back !! do we like this version of mr jeon? thank u to anonie for requesting !! may contain typos & errors as usual,, even more so bc its late and not proofread lolz
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If bringing over Jukyung to Soojin's house was a sin, Jungkook would be a sinner right now.
It's not like he brought him over to Soojin, he thinks - their kids have been friends before you had even stepped foot in Jungkook's house, much less, expressed your dislike toward Soojin.
Yet, in your book, Jungkook has definitely sinned.
"But don't you understand what i'm trying to say here?"
He watches your hands gesture the way they always would when you're frustrated; palms up, moving up and down with every word coming out of your mouth - empathizing their weight appropriately.
"I do, but he wanted to visit his friend. What was i supposed to do baby, say no because you weren't there?"
"Yes, that's exactly what. You could have waited those 30 minutes until i came to bring him over myself"
Jungkook groans, running his promise ring adorned hand through his messy hair, rolled up sleeves reveal the beautiful stories trapped in his body art. Somehow that made the situation at hand ten times worse in your mind.
"You're being immature __ , nothing happend and i promise i won't do it again but we don't need to drag this out"
Immature.
You hated this word so much- and Jungkook knows, the moment his eyes find yours again, narrowed below the soft frown blooming between your eyebrows. The age difference between the both of you is an unspoken sore spot, a sensitivity you bump into often - without ever really speaking of it.
For the moment of silence, your hearts beat in sync, lining up only to be rattled by the soft scoff passing through your lips.
It stayed silent for long after that.
During dinner about an hour later that was eaten separately, one person on the couch - one in the kitchen, and during the thirty minutes afterward, when jungkook had enough of washing dishes and being in the wrong. The water shuts off, he shakes his hands once before walking over to where you're laying on the couch.
"Baby" he says, your eyes flicker toward him in reaction - only to glue themselves back on to the screen in front of you. Voices of a show you hate watching fill the room quietly, but the remote is too far away to grab and there's no way you're acknowledging Jungkook right now.
"Come on love" he sighs, sitting down next to you. The presence and smell of his fresh scent is a comfort you try your hardest not to welcome, though it doesn't work quite as much as you want it to.
From the outside however, you don't budge. Eyes trained foward, head resting in your hand, silent as a statue.
Jungkook is a patient man.
" __ , i'm sorry baby. I should'nt have.. said that. It was important to you. Maybe i don't.. see it the same way, but i should have respected it anyway"
His large palm moves up and down on the curve of your hip, down the the edge of your silky shorts. Warm and sweet even through the fabric, the warmth of his words also seep through to you - reaching the stubborn part that's been holding on to your heart.
But not fully, not yet.
Jungkook's doe eyes run over the smooth expanse of your legs, up to the neutral expression on your pretty face. When you fail to acknowledge him again, the hand on your hip tightens it's grip slightly, squeezing,
"Baby"
"Baby? Come on, please"
There's nothing youre giving him, not after his sincere apology, not after repeatedly kissing your cheek and jaw,
Nothing.
With nothing left to do for him either, he groans, mumbling about you being a brat while making his way down from the couch - knees hitting the carpeted floor with a light thump.
Your heart skips a beat when his hands find your hips again, only for them to run down your thighs, pulling them off the couch.
Finally, your gaze collides with his.
"I said, i'm sorry. Please baby, you can stop ignoring me"
There's a want in his eyes, a needy glint for attention shining up at you. You hum, the sound low and barely audible - nonetheless more than you'd granted him so far. With your knees still in his hands, he waits for more.
"Talk to me" he mumbles between kisses, dragging his plump and pierced bottom lip down the side of your leg, against the risen goosebumps that betray your pissed off act wordlessly.
"Don't do this to me hm?"
You sigh, the breath coming from the bottom of your lungs - releasing any ounce of annoyance you truly had for him. His tongue flicks over your inner thigh the instant one of his hands found grounding there, resting promisingly. The breath of his needy voice dances against your skin like a slow walz, complimenting the rhymic steps of his lips on your skin, traveling closer to the edge of your shorts.
"I'm mad at you kook"
"I know you are. But please, please stop ignoring me" he rasps, the flat tip of his round nose grazing just under your shorts, fingers skimming the lines on either thigh with an underlying ache in their tips. He wants to touch you, kiss you, feel you - all of your affection, your attention.
"I can't stand this, please baby, i'm literally on my fucking knees here"
You reach down to cup his chin between your thumb and pointer finger, his focus redirects to your face obediently - to your lips as they move with more than just a passive reply.
"You're sorry right? Won't do it again, not without talking to me, yeah?"
He nods, a messy strand of his dark hair falling over his forehead, the desprate edge in his grumpy tone makes more heat pool on your lower tummy - where it'd started acquiring the moment his knees had hit the ground. As much as he pretended to be convinced by your act, jungkook and you both know - this is just a little powerplay to you, a way to reclaim what he took by calling you immature.
And to hell if he isn't deeply, deeply into it.
"I swear, and i said it a million times baby, just - fuck, just let me make you feel good. C'mon"
Your shorts are tossed away, his hands hold your thighs open wide and secure, making space for his face to nuzzle into the space between without a second to spare. Nose running against your damp cotton panties, tongue eager to taste the tangy sweetness off the fabric.
He's starving for you.
Groans of his satisfaction sink into your dripping cunt alongside a single one of his thick fingers. Your own, softer moans fill his ears like the prize he worked oh so hard for. As his greedy tongue laps on your clit, accompanying the shallow thrust of his digit, your sounds of pleasure grow louder - more rewarding.
"That's it - ahh - right there"
"Mhhh- yes, yeahh, you're so good, good job"
Jungkook's cock strains painfully against his slacks, the outline of his curved, girthy length giving away as much of his own enjoyment as the furrow in his brows and the whimpers shamelessy spilling from his busy lips.
As he sucks on your clit, feeling your walls spasm around him - his eyes stare up at your blissful expression, chaining your gazes together, intertwining your joined pleasure further. He lets his spit run down your puffy folds, lapping it back up to spread on your swollen pearl as he whines beneath breathy words,
"Gonna cum for me? Please baby, give it to me"
You nod, a broken up yes managing to escape as well. With your fingers tightening around his hair, you pull him closer between your thighs, his entire tongue grinds against your pussy - his moans vibrating against the wet skin adding to final push.
The taste flooding his mouth is enough to nearly tip him over, his hand quickly stalling their rough palming - he wanted to be fully indulged in your high - your open mouth, lolled back head and twitching cunt. Tasting the forgiveness on his lips as he licks them, he's making his way on the couch, kissing up your neck, thumbing your sensitive clit.
"You taste so good, so so good for me"
The sore feeling in his knees fades into the background even as you swing your thighs on either side of him, hands swift to reach for his zipper. The noise rings in your ears similar to a bell realising everyone after a long day. The addition of rough, open mouthed kisses on his jaw make Jungkook circle back to helplessly whimpering - suppressing the itch in his hands to flip you over and dominate, claim, take.
You deserve this control.
"Want my attention don't you?" you speak against his ear, nipping at the lobe briefly. Jungkook exhales, relaxed back against the cushions, eyes heavy lidded.
"Yes angel, all of it"
You push up the bottom of his shirt, revealing the lower part of his toned stomach, burning your fingerprints into him and wishing they'd be as visible to everyone else as they are to you two. He nibbles on his bottom lip, pushing his hips upwards in hopes to feel something, some part of your body meeting his ache.
Feeling generous, you finish undoing his pants and wrap your delicate hand around the twitching cock beneath his boxers. His breath hitches, abs tensing once skin to skin. You move your hand for one beat, spreading the drop of saliva you'd spit down before raising your hips.
Both of Jungkook's hands couldn't stay off of you for too long, finding their rightful home on your waist right over your baggy tshirt, feeling out the familiar curves and dips underneath. His reddend tip nudges your tight hole - intruding the clenching slowly, way too slowly for his liking. His chest bristles as your hands support your weight on it, hips sunken down until you meet his pelvis.
"Fuck, fuck baby" he mumbles roughly, opening his shut eyes to find you staring at him already - looking for approval. With a chaste kiss to his lips, your hips start off languid - adjusting to the deep pressure, riding out the initial stretch until a consuming sense of satisfaction settles in, motivating sloppier, faster movements. His hands on your waist stabilize every rise and fall, his moans and higher pitched praises mirror your own in a submission you weren't used to seeing from your older boyfriend.
"You feel so good baby, yeahhh, yeah take it. Take what you need" he says, dropping his hands to fumble with your t-shirt, tossing it over your head, baring your torso into view.
"Keep going, take what's yours angel, this cock is allll yours" he murmurs into your neck, squeezing your chest in his hands, the small weight feeling like it was made just for him, him and him alone. You moan, arching your back into his touch - then into his mouth once his slick lips enclose your stiff, pink tips.
He tugs with his teeth, soothes with his tongue all while gripping your full ass in his desprate and grateful hands. Your movements narrowed down to deep grinds, your vocal praises reduced to half breathed groans in a mess of skin slapping and raw, honest love.
Without announcing it- rather , without needing to, he spills, tipped over by a kiss that's equal parts messy and gentle.
The warmth welcomes your own orgasm to wash over for a second time, whispering encouraging words into his mouth, pulling from the roots of his raven strands as if it were possible to mold him closer.
Your kisses linger past sliding him out of you, continue between smiles and rooms as he carries you into the nearby downstairs bathroom.
"You know i really am sorry, don't you?"
He asks, running the damp cloth under more warm water. His wrist flexes, turning the faucet off. You rub his shoulders, hiking up one knee for his better acess. As the warm cloth runs carefully between your thighs, you find your words to his question.
"Yeah. I know baby"
"Good" he starts, pressing a kiss right in the center of your forehead, "For calling you immature too. You aren't. Your mind doesn't work like mine, that's okay, i have to be more sensitive" he mumbles, dragging the kiss down to your temple, your cheek, then your jaw. Smiling a little, you swat his hand away as it finished cleaning you up.
"It's okay. I didn't have to make it a big deal"
He lets out a huff, rolling his eyes at your last words. Picking up his touch to line up your shaky thighs, his lips attach to yours, speaking against them with the hint of a grin hiding behind the kiss.
"If it's a big deal to my baby, it's a big deal to me. We're picking him up together later. Got it?"
You nip at his piercing, giggling when he hisses in response.
"Brat"
"I love you" you say, catching his fingers before they can start their slick plan of tickling your sides. He smiles, amused at how easily you read him - but his voice remains low and grumpy, sounding into another comforting kiss,
the subkoo agenda is being recognized due to how insane he´s been on this tour, on his knees, choking himself cross eyed - so reminder to read this !! also hi im back,, its been,,, two months lol sawwry.
guys the long ass username girlie who cant ever stay loyal to one username for more than a day aka @abcdefghijjklmnopqrstuvwxyz and @cocoakook (the wonderful author here) are angels i tell u ANGELS
-secret fan (not so secret since uk its junie but lemme do it for the secret fan lore)
what do you think it's more challenging to write (for you) angst or smut? i feel like every author has a different approach and some feel more comfortable with one than the other
hi !! lovee this question,, lemme rant for a min..
personally i find smut so challenging. with angst, i can visualize everything- the inner storm, the outer expression, little habits of my characters, how they cope, how their toxic traits may show, i can include psychology (psych major !!) and its soo much easier for me to get into the flow of complexities, to find different metaphors for the emotional state of someone and their little world. theres a million different things that make people tick, that trigger, etc etc.
however smut is sooo hard for me because of whole mechanics of it. he did this she did that bla bla, describing actions is viiiital for smut and setting the scene. but its hard for it to be original or non repetitive. the feelings and setting during it,, i loveeee writing, also different dynamics that shape intimacy. but the actual,, well, sex,, is so challenging to express sometimes.
so excited for main thing hehehe I'm really looking forward to it.
Also, I love some of the anons ideas ! omg, i could kiss yall brains. i hope you consider some of the suggestions for a future story ! and i, this come off rude, i hate seeing talented authors doubt themselves abt if they can write a trope or a story like DUH YOU CAN !!! WE'VE READ YOUR STUFF AND KNOW WHAT YOU HAVE TO OFFER. GIVE YOURSELF SOME GRACE AND PUT SOME RESPECT ON YOUR OWN NAME NEOW ☝️
that's all baiiii❤️
aghh me too honestly i lovee what ive come up with so far. writing.. not so much. lmao !!
YES. massive thank you to my anons we love u we cherish u !!
thank you so much ?? that's so sweet and kind i love u okay bye mwahhh !!
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