✶HOLD ME CLOSE࿔ jeon jungkook drabble
trope: pediatrician!jungkook x single mom!reader, neighbors to lovers, hot neighbor!jungkook, single mom!reader, pediatrician!jungkook,
genre/warnings: smut, fluff, angst, insecurities, girl mom reader, single mom reader, neighbor next door jungkook, stressed tf out reader, frustrated reader, trying to balance everything reader, my family left me reader, EXTREAMELY SOFT jungkook, kind jungkook, caring jungkook, they have a PHAT crush on each other, unsaid words, reader was avoiding jungkook for a while, doctor jungkook, he tells reader abt infant psychology but i wrote it and i have no idea abt it so it's very generic, kissing, eye contacts, making out, sitting on lap, grinding, thigh riding, humping, tit play, hickies, body worshipping, navel play, oral sex (f. recieving), clit play, pussy sucking, fingering, ass play, all of this on the couch while jk on his knees, orgasm (f), cuddling, after care, SIMP JUNGKOOK and SIMP READER.
author's note: Soooo, just wrote my first smut on here. Uhmmmm, it was exciting but also fucked my brain a little lmao. I may or may not have gotten a lil scared and stopped at just oral sex, hehe. Anw, i received this ask back in may, and i even started writing it. But idk, i guess i forgot abt it and then i found the page i had started writing this on while i was cleaning my room. So i thought why not continue this one and here we go... I really hope ya'll like, do lmk in the comments. Love ya'll, mwah mwah <3
"Ughhh!!!" You're very close to actually ripping all the hair off your scalp. You're even closer to the balcony of your 7th-floor apartment, and you really wanna jump.
You stare at Eunha, your 6-month-old daughter who's currently screaming at lord knows what.
You've done everything you could think of, you tried feeding her milk, but she refused. You tried to entertain her with toys, and she's still crying.
"What do you want, Eunha??" You can't help but get louder, and it only makes her cry even more.
This isn't the first time it's happened. Eunha would cry like this for hours and then fall asleep. The next time she wakes up, she's as cheerful as Jimmy Fallon on his show. You don't understand the psychology behind this, or what goes through her head.
And this horrifies you.
When you decided on keeping the baby, you didn't really know you'd turn out to be so bad at being a mother.
But can you really blame yourself?
You're only 22, working a great job with lots of workload, and parents who abandoned you because of the shame you brought them when you got pregnant at 21.
And not to mention, the father of Eunha, a 22-year-old boy who's just as dumb as a 14-year-old one. He still refuses to believe that Eunha is here, despite knowing he was the first boyfriend you've ever had. You really don't know what you did to deserve this.
It was 11 pm by the time Eunha finally fell asleep. You're currently trying to finish your tasks for the day before 12 am, and you curse the company while doing it. No doubt it's a good company; it supported you financially during your delivery, accepted you for the way you were, gave you the best colleagues ever, and pays you well. But why do they have to make you work while you're on maternity leave? You could really use some time to sleep right now, but no, you have to complete this bullshit work right now.
Around 45 mins later, you're done for the day, like done done. So you shut your laptop and make your way out of Eunha’s room, towards the bathroom to freshen up.
But the moment you start washing your face, oh lord, why's Eunha crying again?!
You quickly wash your hands and run to your baby girl. She already has her arms in the air as if expecting to be picked up. You keep cooing to her, singing lil songs she likes to listen to or swaying her in the living, but nothing works.
"What do you want, baby? Pls tell mommy."
At this point, you're crying too. Your eyes are filled to the brim with tears. And you want to cry just as loud as Eunha.
But your emotions come to a halt when you hear your doorbell go off. "Who could that be?" you think to yourself.
It was midnight, on a Wednesday, and you weren't expecting anyone.
You quickly wiped whatever tears had escaped your eyes and put down your still crying baby in her crib as you came to your living room to check the intercom.
And woah, what's your hot neighbor doing here?
You jump towards the main door and unlock it as quickly as you can. Once you do, Jeon Jungkook comes into view.
Well... to introduce Jungkook, he's a pediatrician who works at a lavish private hospital at the end of the street, turned thirty last month, and is super duper attractive.
You still remember the day you moved in here at the beginning of the year. He'd spent nearly an hour helping you haul those heavy ass boxes into your apartment without complaining once. As a thank you, you'd invited him over for dinner the next day.
Definitely a mistake, because ever since then, you'd been crushing on him like some lovesick teenager.
You'd run into him in the elevator, at the grocery store, at the chemist, even once at the neighborhood noodle place. And with every conversation, he somehow became a little harder to stop thinking about.
Oh, did we mention he invited you to his 30th birthday at a bar? Yeah, that night was crazy. He'd assured you it wasn't going to be some wild party packed with a crazy crowd and that you'd actually enjoy yourself. Well... you did. If it wasn't for your baby girl waiting for you to pick her up from your best friend's place, things might've gotten a little more interesting than just a make-out session.
The tension had been there ever since that night, and you may or may not have avoided him a little. But it was for both your sakes. You weren't entirely sure you'd be able to control yourself if you ended up alone with him again.
But there's no reason for him to be here right now; still, you greet him with a quiet hello, and he returns it with an equally soft one.
Another thing you've noticed? You don't know why, but you turn so fucking awkward in front of him while he looks like the calmest, most composed person you've ever met.
Though... the piercings on his left eyebrow and lip always say otherwise.
"Is Eunha alright? I, actually, could hear her crying for a while now, so I thought I should check on you. In case you need any help?"
His concerned voice takes you out of whatever observation of you had started building about his piercings.
So you reply to him with, "Oh yeah, well I don't really know what's up with her. She's been crying nonstop, and I have tried doing everything..." You move aside, making way for him to step inside.
As he slips off his shoes and walks into your apartment, he catches the panic and frustration you've been trying so hard to bury beneath your voice.
Though he's never been inside before, he barely spares your apartment a glance. Right now, his mind is occupied with figuring out why your baby won't stop crying.
"When did she last eat?" he asks once he reaches her room, standing beside the crib Eunha was in.
"8 pm, she ate properly, even burped 10 mins later and drank some milk cause she needs that to sleep."
Jungkook almost reaches to pick Eunha up before looking at you as if he's asking for your permission. You nod your head, giving him that.
And to your surprise, the moment Jungkook picks Eunha up, she stops crying.
Her small brown eyes, still filled with tears, are now staring at his handsome face, who just picked her up.
"Hunh?" The sound slips out before you can stop it.
Jungkook holds Eunha close against his chest, her tiny face already buried in the crook of his neck as his large, warm hand gently rubs circles over her back. Soon he's slightly rocking her body and gently swaying her left and right.
Your eyeballs almost leave their sockets when you see Eunha's arms reach around his neck. She doesn't even do that to you, what the heck.
Your daughter's a bit too comfy with this stranger.
And in the next 10 mins, Jungkook is already sitting on the couch in the room with your baby, sleeping peacefully in his arms.
You stand there speechless, completely dumbfounded as to how the fuck he managed to do that. Eventually, you walk over and take the seat beside him.
The moment you're about to bombard him with questions, he carefully stands up and lays Eunha back down in her crib. The two of you walk outside her room, into the living space of your apartment.
"How did you do that?" You couldn't control your tongue, brain buzzing with confusion.
Jungkook lets out a chuckle as he finally looks around your well-decorated apartment. He sits beside you on the larger couch, leaving only a small space between the two of you.
He smiles before continuing, "That's my job, Y/N. I'm a pediatrician, remember?" You nod your head at his words.
"No, but still, you gotta teach me that." He laughs at your words, trying to make the environment a little lighter.
"Hey, it's nothing much. You just have to hold them with all the warmth and love you've got. They tend to feel that comfort."
You raised your eyebrows at his words, wondering if he meant that you didn't love your baby.
As if he immediately caught the cue, Jungkook continued, "That doesn't mean you don't love her; you're the only person who will love her the most. But infants, they need to feel it. Because they don't really understand words or actions, so they need that assurance."
He turns his body towards you, his knees brushing against yours.
His eyes don't leave your face, quietly taking in everything you've been trying so hard to hide. The way your shoulders refuse to loosen, your fingers twisting anxiously in your lap, your breathing just a little too shallow. The exhaustion in your eyes wasn't just from the lack of sleep anymore. It was the kind that had settled somewhere deep inside your chest and refused to leave.
Jungkook watches you for a moment, his expression softening with quiet understanding before he finally speaks. "Y/N, I can clearly see how hard you're working for her. And it must be so difficult for you to be... you know, alone in this. So, I understand what you’re going through."
His eyes are full of concern. Not just for Eunha anymore, but for you too.
You don't remember the last time someone was genuinely concerned about you. Accepting that kind of comfort from your neighbor should've felt weird. Instead, it felt oddly natural.
"Yeah, I do wish I could be better at this. I don't want Eunha to go through a bad childhood because of me.
Your eyes were now fixed on your hands, noticing the chipped nail polish you put on months ago.
"I just feel like I'm not enough for her." Your voice was going soft with every word you were speaking.
"You're more than enough for her, Y/N. You feed her on time, you maintain her hygiene, and you do everything you're supposed to. So don't think any of that, okay?" You could only nod your head at his words.
He was right; you're doing everything correctly, so why does it feel like there's still something missing? That you still can't understand your own baby.
"I... I don't know why... why can't I give her the comfort or the safety she needs to feel?" You ask quietly, your face slowly lifting until your eyes meet his.
"Maybe because you're too busy trying to be her father," Jungkook says it gently. The words are blunt, maybe even a little cruel, but not once does his voice carry judgment.
"You know, Y/N... when a father raises a child on his own, he naturally grows into that role. He learns how to provide, how to protect, how to stay strong for them. And mothers... It's a little different.
He pauses, choosing his words carefully. "There's something people call a motherly instinct. It's not something you're born with; it grows. It grows every time you hold your baby, every time you comfort them, every time you simply exist with them. And society doesn't really help either. We've been raised believing fathers are supposed to earn for the family, keep everyone disciplined, make sure everyone follows the rules. The rules they set." A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips.
"That doesn't mean fathers love their children any less. Most fathers would give up their lives for their families without thinking twice. But their love often looks different. Fathers usually try to protect their family from everything outside those walls... trusting that the mother will protect them from everything inside them."
His eyes settle on yours again. "But in your case... you're trying to be both."
Silence settles between the two of you, as he watches your face, almost waiting for the pieces to fall into place.
"So..." you murmur, more to yourself than to him. "I'm only trying to fill that role for her. I'm trying so hard to replace what's missing... that I'm taking away the chance for her to still have a mother."
Jungkook slowly reaches for your hand resting in your lap; his fingers wrap around yours with surprising gentleness.
You suddenly understand why Eunha had fallen asleep so easily in his arms.
"Exactly. You don't have to stop being her father; you just have to let yourself be her mother too."
His voice is barely above a whisper, and his thumb gently strokes across your knuckles.
"Spend time with her without worrying about doing everything right. Let her see the love you already have for her."
Your eyes stay fixed on your joined hands and almost instinctively, your fingers weave between his as if seeking the same love.
God, you now feel what Eunha feels all the time. Cause you feel the same too. Your baby's exactly like you.
You chuckle at the thought. Jungkook notices that, "A penny for your thoughts?"
You look up to find the sweetest smile on his face. "Nothing, just little realizations."
Why? Why are his eyes full of so much comfort and something you can't point out? Why does he look so handsome right now? Why's he so fucking sweet?
You don't even notice your gaze drifting to his lips before dropping back to your intertwined hands. But Jungkook did.
He notices the way your shoulders have finally begun to loosen. The tension that had been wound so tightly into every muscle of your body slowly melting away beneath the silence.
"Y/N?" He calls your name in the softest voice.
"Hm?" Your eyes lift to meet his once again.
"You should take a break too."
You're too busy getting lost in his eyes to actually process what he'd said.
"What?"
A tiny smile ghosts across his face. "I said you should take a break too."
He lets the words settle before continuing, "You're still so young. You deserve to breathe too. Try taking out time for yourself. "
You blink, finally hearing him this time, "How, Jungkook?"
Jungkook's heart tightens at the genuine question from someone who looked as though she'd forgotten what it felt like to put herself first.
His eyes wandered across your face, the dark circles beneath your eyes, and the exhaustion behind them.
But you still looked so beautiful. So tender.
He felt this urge to protect you from everything that's gnawing at your mind, give you the comfort you've been lacking, and all the love you deserve.
A loose strand of hair falls on your face, which he tucked away gently. Gosh, He's so whipped.
He can't keep his heart under control anymore, especially when you're giving him those eyes. But he needs to control, cause he remembers the last time he kissed you and how you've been subtly avoiding him since.
He doesn't wanna ruin this for you. He just wants to be there and provide comfort in any form you want him to.
"You want me to help?" he asks, his tone making it clear that he wants you to be a hundred percent sure.
At this point, you don't even know where this conversation is headed. All you know is that somewhere along the way, the knot in your chest had begun to unravel. You're wrapped up in this weird feeling of... solace, and you don't want to let go.
You couldn't form words anymore, so you settle your response with a nod.
"Can I ask you something first?
Jungkook nods. "Anything."
You hesitate, but you still voice out your question. "Why... why are you so nice to me?"
You glance down at your hands as the question hangs between the two of you for a moment.
You really don't understand why he cares for you. You know that he's kind to everyone, but he still manages to make you feel special, like you are more to him than just a neighbor.
Though after the kiss you shared last time, you hope it's the latter.
A chuckle leaves him, and he shakes his head to himself. "I've been trying not to be. "
He lets out a small sigh, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
"Not like it's working, though."
His thumb absentmindedly brushes over your knuckles before he stills it.
"I don't know what happened or how it happened, but now that I think about it... I just started caring."
Your eyes widen at his words, and your heart races at the sight of a shy Jungkook, his ears and neck flushed red in front of you.
Now you feel so guilty for the fact that you've been avoiding him. Maybe it wasn't only you. Maybe what you felt wasn't wrong.
"That night... on your birthday..." Your voice comes out as little more than a whisper, but Jungkook speaks before you can continue.
"We don't have to talk about that night."
Your eyelids flutter before you continue.
"Still... I shouldn't have acted the way I did. I just wanted to tell you..." You pause for a moment. "That I don't regret anything that happened. It's just..."
Your voice trails off.
Jungkook lets out a quiet sigh before continuing, "Me too, Y/N. But I know you've had a thousand other things on your mind."
His voice stays calm. "The last thing I want is for you to feel like you have to carry my feelings too."
He shifts slightly, decreasing the space between the two of you. "I'm here because I was worried about you. That's all that matters right now."
He offers you a reassuring smile. "So tell me, Y/N, how do you want me to help you?"
The apartment falls quiet again.
For the first time that night, the silence doesn't feel suffocating. Eunha's soft breathing drifts in from the nursery, and the weight that had been pressing against your chest for months feels just a little lighter.
Gazing into his starry eyes now reminds you of that night. They hypnotise you in such a way that you just want to get lost in them.
Jungkook's eyes stare right back into yours, and he can't help but notice your shifting gaze between his own eyes and lips.
But he waits for you to make the move; he wants you to do it. He wants this to be about you.
As if some force was pushing you closer to Jungkook, you're now only inches away from his face. His soft breath falls onto yours.
You look him in the eyes again, only to find him staring at you like you're the only person that exists for him.
That look, that was it. You couldn't think about your actions anymore as your lips touch his.
You move your lips over his and Jungkook immediately syncs with you.
Damn, why's he so soft? He smells like vanilla and tastes like coffee. You can kiss him for the rest of your life.
When you break away to take a breath, Jungkook rests his forehead on yours. His warm hands separate from your interlocked ones, and he holds your jaw gently. Like you're the most fragile thing, and he wants to be very careful with you.
Before you even process what had happened, his lips find yours again. This time, it feels more real. You kiss him back with the same effort, both of you devouring each other.
His tongue teased your bottom lip once, coaxing your mouth open. It slides over yours as he tastes every corner of your mouth. God, it feels like you're floating now.
Your hands find their way towards his hair, and you tug on a few strands to stay a bit grounded.
But the kiss deepened as he tongued your mouth, his teeth grazing your lips and tongue, while you let out a needy moan, which he swallowed eagerly.
You fiddle with his lip piercing with your tongue, and Lord knows for how long you've been dreaming about doing that.
You tug at the piercing, making him let out the cutest yelp, and that's probably the best sound you've ever heard.
Jungkook's hand from your jaw slides down towards your neck and then to your arms. You pull away from the kiss for merely a second to climb over his lap, before continuing to make out with him.
His palms now settle on your thighs, which land perfectly on both his sides. He grips them slightly while you couldn't help but grind over his half-hard dick.
He breaks away from the kiss and looks at your completely flushed face. He tucks away the strands of hair that had fallen on your face.
You were already out of breath, body heaving from the intense make-out session. Your hands that were caught in his hair now find their way on his chest.
He lifts your chin lightly to meet your eyes before he asks you, "Y/N, are you sure you're okay with what we're doing?"
You nod your head at his words, already leaning in to continue. But Jungkook places his hand on your chest to stop you. "Use your words and tell me if you really want this."
Your lips parted at his words as you licked your lip nervously, "I want this."
But he still seems unsatisfied with your answer. "You want what, darling?”
You feel something moving in your stomach when he calls you that. Wait, are those butterflies? How old are you? 15? Why are you getting so flustered just by his words?
You blink a few times and take a breath before continuing, " You, I want everything you can give me, Jungkook."
Your words feel final. Like you're a hundred and ten percent sure.
Without wasting any more time, Jungkook kisses you again, and his hands start roaming your body. One of them traces up your spine, and the other hand finds your waist, thumb pressed against the skin.
He lets go of your now swollen lips as he presses chaste kisses down your throat. Each one is slow, tongue flicking against your pulse point. Your head falls back automatically, giving him better access.
The soft kisses didn’t last for long before his teeth scraped lightly, sucking deep purple hickies all over your neck.
“Ahh-ohh.” You let out a gasp at a particularly harsh bite, your nails digging into his shoulders. His tongue soothing the sting.
Your body arched, pressing your chest against him. Both his hands slide down to your hips slowly. Your breath hitches when his fingers slip under your hoodie, squeezing your soft skin.
He takes his sweet time bringing the fabric up; the contrast of his hands against your skin makes you shiver. His thumb brushes just below your belly button, and fuck, your eyes shut at the feeling. He pulled out the hoodie and threw it across the couch.
He pulled back slightly, his eyes running over you, drinking in the sight of your flushed skin. The way your tits heaved with each breath left him in awe.
“You’re so beautiful.” He said as he shifted you, now one of his thigh between your legs. It pressed against your core, making you squirm.
His fingers ran over your body before stopping on your bra strap, and he leaned in close, you could feel his breath hot against your ear.
"Can I?"
You manage a shaky nod, pulse thundering in your ears. With a quick flick of his fingers, the fabric comes undone.
The bra falls off, and the way he looks at you- Jesus, it makes your pussy throb. His eyes rake over your exposed tits in pure appreciation.
His hands cupped your bare tits, and you threw your head back at the feel of his warm palm. His huge hands practically engulfed you, his thumbs brushed over your nipples, and your back arched into his touch.
His finger rolled one of your nipples, and you mewled at the feeling. Your hips rocked against his thigh, and he pressed his thigh harder between your legs.
“Feels good?” he asked you while his thumb circled both your buds before tweaking them at a fast pace.
“Mhmm, ahh,” you pant, your cunt now dripping onto his thigh.
“Tell me how it feels, darling, wanna hear you.”
“So- so good, Jungkook,” you gasp. Your fingers find the hem of his crewneck, tugging impatiently. Soon the fabric joins your discarded hoodie somewhere.
He pulls you back against him, and the feeling of his bare skin against yours makes you grind against his thigh once again. His hands grip your waist passionately while yours run all over his abs and the hard planes of his chest.
When his mouth claims yours again, this time it's hungrier. His tongue sucks yours in a way that makes your heart quicken, and you can't help your fingers curling around his neck to pull him closer.
Soon you break the kiss to breathe, but you can't help but stare at the view in front of you. His lips are slick and swollen, that silver ring glinting with both of your saliva. His hair is a mess from your fingers, and his eyes shine with adoration.
He leaned down, breathing hotly against your tits, as his tongue came out, brushing against the hardened peak. You squirmed pathetically over him, pushing your tits harder into his mouth.
He finally took the right nipple into his mouth, and the wet heat of his mouth made you slightly scream.
He sucked hard, his tongue swirling rapidly, and your hips bucked seeking relief, pressing against his muscular thighs.
“Jungkook.” you moaned.
“Fuckk, darling.” He moved to your other nipple, giving it the same attention while his hand focused on the other one.
“You’re so soft,” he murmured. His voice vibrates against your nipple, and you bite your lower lip to contain yourself.
“I could suck these all day.” he looks at you endearingly.
“Would you like that?” You couldn't speak; his tongue lapped at your nipple before sucking hard, pulling a string of moans from you.
“Answer me, baby,” he urged.
“Yessss,” you blabbered. You pulled him closer, your tits aching due to his persistent attention. He twisted and pinched your nipple, making your clit throb painfully.
“Oh my god!” you screamed, he loved the way your nipples were all red and swollen because of him.
He kissed down your cleavage, his lips trailing over the soft skin of your tits, worshipping every inch of you.
“Just wanna make you feel good.” He groans as his hands slide down your sides towards your ass. He squeezes it hard through your silk shorts, and you couldn’t help but let out a whimper.
“So soft…” he hums in approval as he continues wringing your ass.
You lift your hips for him to tug your shorts down roughly, bunching them at your thighs. His palm slides up your inner thigh, his thumb slightly brushing over your clit through your panties. The pleasure makes you bite down on his shoulder to muffle your moan.
"You like that, darling?" His voice is soft and low.
You press a hum into the crook of his neck, his thumb drawing slow circles on your clit, making your thighs shake.
He pulls your panties to the side, grazing his fingers over your folds but never letting his touch linger for long enough. Your eyes squeeze shut as you ramble incoherent words against his skin.
Before you can even comprehend what’s happening, you feel your body being lowered onto the soft mattress of the couch. You open your eyes, only to find Jungkook on his knees, shuffling between your partly spread legs.
“Will you spread your legs for me?” he blabs against your panty-clad pussy, hands already on the side of your thighs.
You did exactly what he asked you to, as he sucked a spot just above your underwear before he went up again, circling his tongue around your navel.
You felt euphoric at how he was marking you all over with his saliva. His hands then reached for the last piece of fabric on your body, and his eyes met yours.
“Are you okay? Shall we keep going?”
“Yes, pleaseee.” Your hands reached for his hair again, nails scratching his scalp, making him let out such pathetic noises for you.
He kissed your clit over the panty before he slowly slid the fabric down your body, revealing your pussy.
Jungkook stared at you as if he found the seventh heaven. Your folds were swollen, clit peeking just beneath it, and he couldn’t look away from it, his tongue coming out to lick at his bottom lip.
Your breath hitched at how sensual he looked, his flushed cheeks and doe eyes making him look cuter.
Your wetness clung to the bottoms, and he could see the way your entrance clenched around nothing. He leaned down, pressing soft kisses against your inner thighs.
“You’re so beautiful, Y/N.” his eyes locked on your cunt and the way it was oozing arousal.
His lips brushed your mound, and a desperate whine escaped you. He placed a kiss against your pussy mound, “Look at you, so wet f’me…”
His finger strokes your outer lips, spreading your arousal, the sensations making you feel ecstatic. “Jungkook, pleas-unh.”
His fingers parted your folds, exposing your clit fully and blowing cool air on it. His eyes constantly checked you for any sign of discomfort but only found you sobbing out lewd noises at his action.
He spat on your pussy suddenly causing you to flinch, as he watched his saliva mix with your slickness. He parted your folds with his thumb, now exposing your clit fully.
“So fucking pretty,” he cooed.
He couldn’t hold back anymore, so he leaned in, his tongue licking you slowly from your entrance to your clit, and you cried out. He groaned against your pussy as his tongue lapped at your slit, his nose poking your clit.
“mmph-nghhhh,” you murmured curses as you bit into your hand, not being able to help yourself.
“You taste so sweet.” his tongue dived in, now entering your hole, fucking you in and out as your head whipped from side to side. He loved how you tasted, and you smelt sooo good.
He sucked on your folds, his tongue doing different motions until your arousal dripped onto his chin. His loud grunts vibrate against you, making your body quiver involuntarily. You closed your eyes tightly, lost in the feeling.
“Look at me, Y/N,” he coaxed, “Look what you do to me.”
His hands pulled you closer to him, and he pushed your knees until they touched your breasts, exposing your pussy fully in front of him.
“Jungkook- ahmm godd,” you chanted, while he dove back in, his tongue circled your clit before sucking hard and pulling a scream from you. Your hips grind against his face, chasing the pleasure.
“You’re doing so good, darling,” he urged.
He vigorously flicked your clit side to side, and you gripped tight on his hair. “Yessss, grind on my face, ffuck-let me feel you.”
Your thighs shook violently, “jungkook i’m—” you hiccuped.
Your hips rocking faster and faster against his face, seeking relief. “I’m gonna come, Jungkook, pleasee hahh.”
He started eating you out harder, all while his fingers fucked your cunt, making your body tremble violently.
“Yeahh? Then cum for me, darling.”
His tongue replaced your fingers, thrusting back into your entrance as his teeth slightly grazed your clit.
“Ahhh-Jungkookk!” You screamed, your back arching off the couch. Your body jerked against him, as your cum hit him in the face.
Jungkook lapped you through your orgasm, not stopping till he made sure you were licked clean.
“You did so well for me, darling.” He kissed your quivering pussy softly, making you whimper.
Your hands ran through his hair again as his eyes met yours, lips glistening with your juices. He licked his lips clean, his cock still twitching in his shorts.
You lay there still trying to catch your breath, and you tried pulling him towards you. Jungkook stood up, his knees burning from staying bent for so long, as he sat beside you.
He dragged your limp body into his arms, placing your legs over his, drawing little patterns on your back. He pressed chaste kisses on your forehead, nose, and cheeks. You wrapped your arms around his ribs, face already snuggling against his chest.
Jungkook caressed your hair before you spoke, “That was probably the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”
His body convulsed with laughter as he placed a finger under your chin to lift your face and spoke, “I’m honored, darling, though you deserve all the best orgasms in the world.”
And fuck- he feels a flood of butterflies in his stomach from the way you’re looking at him with such dreamy eyes and the shy smile appearing on your face.
He’d do anything if that meant he’d get to see that smile of yours.
You stretched your neck upward, capturing his lips in the softest kiss, making Jungkook get goosebumps all over his body.
You broke away from the kiss some time later while Jungkook continued caressing your back.
“You hungry?” He asked casually. “I can make you something while you freshen up.”
You couldn’t help but look at him in shock, your brows contorting with confusion. “But what about you, Jungkook? You didn’t get to…”
He chuckles lightly, pushing the strands of hair away from your face. “I told you, Y/N, tonight was all about you.”
‘’But Jungkook-”
“I didn’t do this just to get something in return, darling.” He cuts you off mid-sentence.
Your face softens at his words, but you still speak, “But still, I don’t like leaving you like this.”
Jungkook breaks into a smile, his eyes glinting with slight mischief. “Aww, don’t feel sad. You can give me my best orgasm ever the next time we do this, hm?”
“We’re doing this again?” You ask, voice laced with surprise.
“You wouldn’t want that?” He got worried if he accidentally crossed the line, but you reassured him with a shake of your head.
“I’d love that!” You giggled as he playfully kissed your forehead.
The two of you sat in comfortable silence; both of your hearts felt full and content as you simply breathed together, sharing the warmth of the moment.
A piercing noise of your daughter crying comes through her room as you jerk against Jungkook’s body at the sudden sound. You quickly get off his body, looking for your underwear.
You run to her in just your hoodie and your panties, picking her up from her crib. Just like how Jungkook told you and what you saw him do, you gently rub Eunha’s back. You coo at her with several ‘what happened, baby?’s and ‘I love you’s, while gently swaying her left to right.
She slowly stops crying and falls asleep in your arms. Jungkook joins you too, now wearing his own crewneck, and he’s left in awe at the sight in front of him.
“You’re a quick learner, aren’t you, darling?” You turn around to look at him, only to find him gazing at you and your daughter with so much fondness.
“All thanks to you, Doctor.” You say with a teasing smile on your face.
At that moment, neither of you knew that the other person had wished for a life just like this. So maybe the Universe is finally listening to you, and this was a start to your manifested lives.
Hence, moral of the story, keep manifesting bitches!! and do listen to everything dr. jeon tells you. Okay bye byee!!!!
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