Jus The Tip! - Tumblr Posts

pairing: best friend!jungkook + fem!reader genre: [m] smut

warnings: pwp, vulgar language, cock warming, playfully mean reader, jk's just a desperate man

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Jungkook pouts, wrapping an arm around your waist as you lay beside him, yet you’re on your side⎯meaning your back’s facing him. “Pretty girl, please,” he begs, taking a small peek at your phone.

As you peacefully watch and scroll on TikTok, watching some guy make jokes and cook, Jungkook rolls his eyes, a huff leaving his lips.

“I’m so much more entertaining than whatever the fuck that dude’s doing,” he mutters with a bitter tone.

Shifting your head a tad, giving him a small glare, you narrow your appealing eyes. “Uh, yeah, no. And, for your information, he’s cutting up vegetables into Hello Kitty-shaped thingys, so shush,” you state, which only causes your best friend to scoff.

“I’m assuming you think it’s cute?” He asks, to which you reply with a nod and a sarcastic smile.

Jungkook huffs out yet another breath of air at your response. You knew what he wanted, but you teased him and continued to be cold—since he had decided to lay in your bed with dirty clothes.

Yes, someone in their right mind would be mad at him—and that was you—in your right mind.

Nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, using the chance to inhale the scent of your signature, coconut body mist on your skin.

“Jus’ the tip, hm?” He murmurs, batting his eyelashes at you, from the warmth of your neck, giving you a cute stare with his round eyes.

You purse your lips in though, index finger gently tapping the side of your phone in thought. “Are you gonna stay by your word, Mr.Jeon?” You ask, easing a brow at him.

He rapidly nods his head, tugging your body closer with a grunt. “Yes, baby. Just the tip n’ I’ma be all good,” he says with a lazy drawl of his words.

So, you accept defeat. As you roll your eyes, sigh and give Jungkook a nod, he smiles. “Love you, y’know that?” He asks, sliding off his sweats which leaves him in his usual Calvin Klein boxers.

“You only love me ‘cause I’m givin’ you pussy. So, shut up,” you scold, acting like you didn’t give a flying fuck about what was happening—though you’re sure your panties are soaked.

Jungkook only scoffs, sliding up your black, silky nightgown with a hum of approval, his fingers between your legs, pressing the damp crotch of your thong against your pussy. “Mmpf—just put it in!” You whine.

He giggles, nodding and setting his member free from the jailing of his boxers, the soft smack of it hitting against his stomach, loud and lewd. “Fuck,” he curses, rubbing the tip of his cock, spreading around the oozing pre-cum.

Your lips part in an ‘o’ shape, hearing him softly moan as he gives himself a few pumps, soon beginning to rub the mushroom-y tip against your soaked folds—tapping against your clit with wet sounds.

His breathing hitched, sucking in a breath as he slides himself into you. He does as he said, only inserting the tip inside your tight hole, feeling you suck him in like you’re pussy’s fucking hungry.

Though, you’d could consider it that.

Jungkook buried his face within the crook of your neck once again, his hand on your hip as he softly hisses at each spasm your pussy gave his dick.

“I love you, y’know that?” He murmurs with a kiss against your upset back, “not just because you’re givin’ me pussy, though.”