jungkook gets hard when you ride his thighs ♡
your boyfriend gets so, unbelievably clingy when he's drunk.
jungkook throws himself onto the couch with a thump as he slurs out a whiny, "jagiyaaa, why're you 'sso far.. come clotheeer." you sigh fondly, standing in front of him with your hands on your hips like a stern mother. you shake your head in mock dissappointment. "geez, what am i going to do with you, hm?"
his eyelids are shut tight as he lets out a high-pitched giggle. he shuffles on the couch, trying to get comfy before manspreading and tapping his thigh. "yah, hurry up you 'sslowpoooke," he says brattily, and you just want to wipe that huge drunken grin off his face. "how entitled.." you scoff, but at the same time you can't help but pout when you notice how much he's shivering. your hands gently cup his shoulders as you help his limp body sit up. "you're wasted, baby."
jungkook's head is thrown back on the couch as he lazily cracks an eye open. he's about to complain about wanting you on his lap until he realises that you're trying to slip on his hoodie. "mm, gomawo," he mumbles, leaning onto your chest as you struggle to fit the garment over his head. "come on. sit up for me you big baby."
by the time he's all cozied up, he looks so peaceful you think he's sleeping. that is until he continues pestering you for cuddles. he's being annoying on purpose but it's jungkook so it's okay, you think. "i know, i know," you exhale, finally giving in. if you're being honest, you're in the mood to do a little more than just cuddling, but with how tired he looks, it'd feel wrong to ask. you plant your ass on his thigh, facing him. "i think you've had a little too much to drink, mister."
he groans, running his hands up and down your waist. "maaaaybe.." jungkook looks so fuckable right now, but you're not brave enough to say it outloud.
so you test the waters instead.
you plant a soft kiss on his collarbone, lips slowly finding their way past flushed skin before you start sucking on his neck. he squirms underneath you, muttering a slur of words that you can't quite make out. this is also when you find out that drunk jungkook is very, very vocal. you make sure to make a mental note of that. "is this.." you pause, nipping his jaw, "okay?"
the shaky, "fuuuck.." he chokes out when you bite on a particularly sensitive spot makes your pussy throb, and holy shit are your panties definitely soaked at this point. he tightens his grip on your waist before moving down to your hipbones, guiding you back and forth. "go ahead, baby. you don't have to ask," he pants, drunkenly but steadily using what's left of his motor skills to sneak his tattooed hands under your skirt.
the drag of your clothed cunt against the fabric of his pants is already making your walls clench around nothing. his fingers gives your ass cheek a firm squeeze before roaming your sopping panties, slowly and carefully as he tries his luck on finding your sweet spot in his tipsy state. you're slowly unveiling under his cruel touch, letting out choruses of, "haahhh—kook!" and, "missed you s'bad.." in between jagged breaths, and the moment his thumb grazes your clit, you completely let loose.
"aish, so wet already.." he teases, getting an ego trip from how you're already so ruined just from mindlessly dry-humping his thigh. clothed. it makes him wonder what it'd be like if he buried his cock inside of you right this moment. would you scream louder? god, his mind is so hazy right now, but the lingering question won't leave. guess there's only one way to find out.
later, though. it's about you now and he'd hate to rain on your parade. you despise how he's making you feel right now, because how fucking dare he be able to turn you on this much? the smallest gestures have you writhing and panting like a bitch as you ride his thigh like a pony. "fuck, you like it that much, huh?" he winces, feeling his dick twitch underneath the confines of his pants.
"kook, 'm close, hnngh fuck! i'm gonna cum!" you whine, picking up the pace as you thrusts your hips harder. the sensation of your soaked underwear rubbing against your folds paired with jungkook's skilled fingers is lethal, and it's about to be proven. you throw your head back and grab onto the collar of his hoodie for leverage, ass gyrating on his fat thigh as your climax finally hits.
he's all up in your face with a smirk, mouth ajar as he breathes onto you. "ah, ah. thaaat's it, jagiya. good job." jungkook may be wasted, but he knows what he's doing to you.. and it's working. your face is flushed red and you're getting flustered from the eye contact as you cum all over his clothes.
the close proximity only makes your orgasm intensify, and all you can do is let out a strained, "hnngh—jeongguuuk!" as his attention fixates on the sight unfolding before his eyes. your back arches as you ride out your high until all that built-up tension within you is finally done unraveling.
he gently cups your face, the cold sting of his ring making you shudder as you let him take control. "there you go. breathe, baby.." he coos, helping you catch your breath again as he brushes the hair from out of your face. "you're so pretty like this."
he lifts your chin up until you're looking up to him. "my turn?"
author's note 𑣲 okay but real talk. i hope he's doing alright. it seemed like there's a lot on his mind during his latest live and i hate seeing him sad :(
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