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Pairing Jungkook x Curvy Reader Rating 18+ WC 2056 Genre / Tropes Smut, some fluff, established relationship, non idol! au Warnings Thigh riding, some body insecurity, whipped husband jungkook Crosspost AO3 - herecomessatvrn Summary On a quiet snow day, your boyfriend encourages you to chase after what you want. And what you want is his thighs. AN It started as PWP... it still pretty much is, I guess. But there's like A LITTLE BIT of plot. Pretty much unbetad, though thank you so much to @sunshinerainbowsbts for looking over this and reassuring me. <3 ANYWAYS, enjoy!
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You were daydreaming again, stuck working from home when you realized there was far too much snow to safely travel to the office. The world outside your window was soft, still untouched by your neighbors and the plows, and everything had its edges rounded by the weight of the dense white snow.
You sat at your desk, work email open, and your project timeline sitting open, waiting for you to make progress. You just couldn’t bring yourself to get started. Like the world outside, your mind felt muffled, softened and quiet. It was nice to not have the constant buzz of endless thoughts passing through your mind, and for the first time in a while, you felt no rush to start your day.
“Hey babe,” Your husband's voice was soft. Sweet, as he called out to you. “You want some coffee?”
Fuck! You had forgotten about the coffee that you knew was waiting in the pot on your kitchen counter. You were the one that started it as you shuffled around. Half asleep.
“Yeah! Thank you!”
You finally look at your computer, determined to get something started. That all flew out the window when Jungkook set your favorite mug on the desk beside you, and you saw out of the corner of your eye, him standing there in his old basketball shorts and a soft hoodie.
That's all it took for you to forget about work, and you turned to face him, letting your eyes linger on his thighs before looking up to see him pressing his lips together to keep from grinning.
“I missed you in bed this morning, baby.” His voice was deep and still thick with sleep, and you pressed your thighs together at the spark of heat you felt in your core.
“You could have stayed a little bit longer.”
You reached out to pull him into a hug, and you tilted your head to look up at him. The view was lovely, and you could see the flush of pink rise up his neck, and the flimsiness of his shorts did absolutely nothing to hide the fact that he was half hard already. Well, if that was his intention for the morning, then there was no harm in letting your hands wander.
Your hands slipped down his back, skimming over the roundness of his ass, squeezing slightly and he laughed, tensing under your grip.
“Or we can stay here,” you suggested softly. He was all firm muscle and soft skin against you, and you wanted to get your mouth all over him.
The shift was slow. He leaned into you till you were sitting back in your office chair, leaning over you with hands resting on the padding of the arms. The way he so easily enveloped you in his presence, everything around you except for him melted away. You were aware of the way his muscular thighs pressed your legs apart until he was able to rest his knee on the seat between your legs, dangerously close to your core.
You were quite suddenly filled with the urge to grind against his thigh. You just wanted to feel him against you, and well, that was as good a way as any. You slid forward until you could feel the heat of his skin through the thin sleep pants and underwear you wore that hid you from him. Experimentally, you swivel your hips, seeking out friction to help relieve the need you felt.
“Fuck, baby. If you wanted to ride my thighs, you should have said something sooner.”
He flexed, and you moaned, pressing harder into his leg. There wasn’t much room to move around, the way he caged you in and bound by the limiting arm rests of your plush office chair. It was barely enough, and all you succeeded in doing to yourself was wind yourself up till you felt the gush of arousal in your panties, but there was no relief.
You tried to chase after him as he pulled his leg away, and you whined, reaching back out for his trim waist to pull him back. He danced back out of your reach, a smile on his handsome face.
“When you’re ready to play, you come find me.” Jungkook raised an eyebrow, the metal of the piercing flashing brightly. He turned and left you to disappear into the living room.
Well shit. Now you were all hot and bothered, and you pouted, looking between the empty doorway and your laptop. You had no scheduled meetings, and there were no open tickets for you to get to right away. You technically had the morning to yourself.
You heard Jungkook start up his video game and he had turned on the stereo, a sultry voice filling your apartment. You should be good. You should stay at your desk. Drink your coffee, try to be productive. But you knew that you wouldn’t be able to stay still, having already had a taste of what you really wanted.
You got up, chair creaking as you stood, and you shuffled across the cool wood floors and stood in the doorway. Jungkook was lounging on the sofa, legs wide, fingers working at buttons furiously, his tongue poking out to play with the silver ring hooked through his lip. When you coughed to get his attention, he paused the game, setting the controller aside.
“Yes baby?” Fuck, he looked so good. His lap was so inviting, and all you wanted to do was grind against him, feeling his hard body against you. Have his fingers dig into your fleshy thighs, pressing bruises of love into your skin. You did want to ride him. Use his thighs to get yourself off. And you so desperately wanted to sit on his pretty face, let him drown in you. But you always held back. No matter how many times he hinted at it, and asked you to, you were worried, and so you didn’t.
“I wanna ride your thighs.” Your voice was soft, competing against the mellow vocals of the R&B song pumping through the speakers.
“Then come here, baby. This lap is all yours.” You saw his dick, fully hard, tenting the loose fabric of his shorts. He was just sitting in here, ready and waiting for you. You were this close to just staying at your desk.
You approached him eagerly, but when faced with the prospect of finally taking what you wanted, the voice in the back of your mind told you to wait. To hold back and let him dictate the pace. How much of you he would let rest fully on him.
You carefully sat on top of him, trying to spread your legs wide enough to still support your weight while you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders. The press of his dick against your core had you drawing a shuddering breath.
Jungkooks lips found the pulsepoint in your neck, heat spreading across your skin as he kissed and gently nipped at your soft skin.
“Why are you holding back, baby?” The brush of his lips as he let his hands start to wander over your curves, fingers digging into your hips, pressing you down. You fought against his strength.
“I don’t wanna hurt you, I guess.”
“Why on earth do you think you would hurt me?”
Of course he knew about how you saw yourself. How you felt about your weight. Body plump and big in the wrong ways. How some mornings, you covered yourself up even though you looked longingly on the cute clothes that he had bought for you, hanging untouched in your closet.
“Baby.” he cupped your face, making you look at him. “I WANT you to sit on me. Use my body to make yourself feel good. I’m strong just for you, baby.”
Your eyes roamed over his face, searching for any hint that he wasn’t serious.
“I love all of you, baby.” He pressed a gentle kiss at the corner of your mouth. Sweet and kind, and your eyes fluttered closed, a soft sigh leaving your lips that he eagerly ate up. Pressing your lips together, tongue gently coaxing your mouth open. He kissed you slow and deep, his hands resuming their journey across your body. Tracing over the curves of your breasts. The roundness of your soft stomach, teasing at the hem of your shirt until fingers met your skin.
You melted under his touch. And as he kissed you, slowly working you back up till you were whining with each thrust and press against your hot cunt, you relaxed into him. He whispered soft praises into your skin, massaging out any tensness left in you, encouraging you, and guiding your hips as you rocked against him.
It was ridiculous, working yourself up till you were putty in his hands, nearly begging for him to just fuck you here on the sofa.
“Clothes…” He was sucking a bruise onto your collarbone while his hand started working your shirt up. “Off baby. Wanna see you.”
You reluctantly left his lap, finishing what he had started, stripping out of your shirt and pants, feeling shy. Jungkook breathes a shuddering sigh, eyes trailing slowly up and down your body, committing every detail to his memories. He didn't get long to appreciate the new lingerie you had slipped into this morning. The sheer black set discarded onto the floor beside you.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so beautiful.” His hoodie and shorts were stripped off quickly, naked in front of you and you fell back into him, finally settling over one of his thighs, rolling against him while you kissed him eagerly. Your own arousal spreads across his thigh, dripping down onto the sofa beneath you. A problem for future you. Right now the only thing you were worried about was the way he swallowed your moans as he kissed you.
Your moans were music to his ears, downing out the soulful singing from the stereo. His own whimpers joined your when you reached down between your bodies, fingers wrapping gently around his weeping cock. Your fingers spread precome down his shaft, making the glide smooth.
Your hips were stuttering, the friction delicious and dangerous. Your whines became breathy and desperate. You were so close, and your hand stilled around him and the fingers of your other hand pressed into his skin, nails digging in and leaving red marks. Your orgasm spreads through you slowly and sweetly. It was not the white hot kind you had thought you would get, finally taking what you wanted from Jungkook, but it was nice. A warm up for what was to come.
“That’s it, baby. Such a good girl.” His praise warmed you, and you smiled into his shoulder, pressing a kiss to the marks you had left.
“Wanna get in you.” His hips buck up into your hand as you give him a gentle squeeze.
“Okay, yeah…” You didn’t move though, instead you kept stroking him, enjoying the feeling of him underneath you. How had you kept yourself from this for so long?
You continued to stroke him though, he was hard under your touch, and those soft happy sighs that you loved to hear had started to tumble from his lips. About now was the time that he would have laid you down, slotting himself between your legs and sliding into you. He was grabbing at your thigh to start pressing you into the sofa when you heard your computer from the other room. It was loud and insistent. It was work.
“Fuck.” you sighed into the crook of his neck now.
“No, let it go. Please?”
“I can’t, I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you later?” He tried to chase your hand as you pulled away, trying to keep you in his lap. His lips pressing out into a pout, his eyes a little sad.
You dressed yourself quickly, trying to make yourself look presentable. Perhaps you just rolled out of bed, instead of just riding your husband's thigh on your sofa before either of you were fully awake.
You connected to the incoming call just as you got a message from Jungkook, your phone lighting up, and your face immediately heating up.
Kookie: You can make it up to me by sitting on my face later.
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