could I request fluffy 10 with jungkook? if you feel like it a little smut wouldn't be a bad idea but up to you hehe
Jungkook + 10. Sharing a Blanket
The cold was tearing atyour skin. It was freezing the pores solid, coating your body in a thin icyshield. You felt a scream travel up your throat and stick just behind yourtongue. A weak whimper came out instead, but it was trapped by the ice and yourealized you were running low on oxygen.
Then you woke up. Yourheart pounded, but your body shivered and you felt around with your hands tofind your blanket had disappeared. Until you saw Jungkook.
He had somehow wormedhis way over to the far side of the bed and had wrapped himself in the blanket,nesting in an intricate cocoon that looked more uncomfortable than warm.
You glared at yourboyfriend and shoved a hand at him. His eyes fought to open and his bottom lipextended in a pout. “What?”
“You stole the blanket.”You found a corner of the blanket and tried to roll him out of it, but he wastoo heavy. You bargained with him, drawing his attention to your efforts and hemoaned his distress as he let you work him out from his cocoon.
It took you longer thanyou would’ve wanted, considering it was past two in the morning and the heaterhad done next to nothing to keep out the chill, but you eventually managed todisentwine him from the blanket.
You scooched in underand tucked yourself in next to him, pressing your bare feet against his calvesand burying your bare hands under his shirt as punishment.
He flinched back fromyour touch. “Baby,” he groaned andhis brow knit in annoyance. His sleepy voice sounded notoriously like hisbedroom voice and you couldn’t help but imagine him grinding into you at thesound of the growl in his throat.
You balled your handsinto fists and removed your fingertips from his abs, reluctance floodingthrough you as you remember the feeling of his abs beneath your skin and heatradiating from his body. “Fine.”
He whined and wrappedhis hands around your wrists, removing your hands from underneath his shirtentirely.
You scowled at him,narrowing your eyes at the way his brows settled and his mouth popped open ashe fell back asleep. You wanted revenge for your Frozen-esque nightmare, but hewas too comfortable, too happy to simply lie with you in his arms and lull backto sleep.
It came to you suddenly,so before he could stop you, you shoved your frozen fingertips down the frontof his sweatpants and flattened your palms against the skin of thighs.
He jerked, his bodyliterally lifting as he jolted. “Y/N,” he said and his voice was clearer thanyou’d expected it to be.
You giggled grazed afinger in and he jumped again. “What, you don’t like the cold?”
His hands darted foryours and you went in for the kill, placing your still-freezing palms againstthe sides of his dick. “DON’T,” he cried. His hands dragged yours out of his pantsand you let him return them to your sides.
You laughed openly then.“Don’t steal the blanket next time then.”
“I can’t control it,” helaughed with you, his voice still drowsy and low, “I was sleeping.”
“Mhmm,” you grumbled, “maybeI should stick close to you just in case.” You worked yourself in next to him,burrowing against his side and grabbing at his shirt to heat your hands betweenyour bodies.
He let you settled intohim and wound an arm around you. His heartbeat was warmth enough.
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