[JK Oneshot] C*ck Warming

Part 2

NOTE: I'm just gonna say again that it's 18+. If you don't feel comfortable, you can skip this fanfiction, but I know nobody really cares! It's purely imaginative, and I do not mean to disrespect any idol through my story line... and pardon any spelling or grammatical errors.

"Hey, Y/N," Jimin says annoyingly, picking at his nails. "Do you think Jungkook's lap is your couch or something? Your weight is going to crush him!" Jungkook rolls his eyes. "Jimin, shut up," he snaps. "She is not as heavy as you are, and I'm also really cold. I find this comfortable." He practically spits the words out. You roll your eyes, uncomfortable with the situation. Jimin forces a laugh. "Then Y/N shii, I'm also cold." You automatically turn beet red, and you're glad that the room is dark. "What do you mean?" you stammer. "Your blanket looks a lot warmer than mine," he continues. "So can we swap? Please?" He smiles and bats his eyes innocently.

You stay quiet, unsure of what to say. He slowly reaches his arm out to take the blanket, and yur stomach churns nervously. They're going to find out, your brain screams at you. You feel a bead of sweat race down your forehead. "Jimin," Jungkook shouts, "don't touch the blanket." You flinch at his voice in your ears. Joon turns around, confused. "Jungkook, stop shouting over a blanket, and Jimin, stop teasing them for the love of God." Jungkook sticks out his upper lip, pretending to pout. "No, hyung," he whines. "It's Y/N's favorite blanket! How can I let him take it?" Namjoon rolls his eyes and turns back to the movie.

You wince in pain. "Kook, you're moving a lot. I can't take it right now," you whisper into his ear. "Please just wait. We can continue this later." Jungkook wraps his hand around your waist. "Only five more minutes, babe," he pleads. You look at him with teary eyes. "Please, Kook," you whimper. He loosens his grip around your waist, his eyes wide with shock. "I'm sorry," he says quickly. "You can stop." You scooch off of his lap and return to your seat next to him. Jungkook glares at Jimin, but receives only a knowing smirk.

"Are you guys done now?" Suga asks, turning towards you. You feel your heart drop, terrified. Did they know? "What do you mean, oppa?" you stutter quietly. Suga crosses his arms and sighs. "I mean, are you both done with your coldness?" You immediately relax and nod, embarrassed. "Hyung, the film is over," Tae points out. "Can we leave? I'm really tired." Jimin plasters a mischevious grin onto his face and says, "You can sleep here if you want, Tae!" Jimin is such a jerk, you think to yourself. Jungkook glares at Jimin for the billionth time that night. I'm going to end your life, little man, his face practically screamed. "No, Jimin," Suga shakes his head. "We've already troubled Y/N a lot." Joon nods in agreement. "Thank you, Y/N, for bearing with us." You laugh, giving them a dimply smile. "Anytime!" They all get up and leave, and to your surprise, Jungkook leaves too.

My god, you think. What was that? I'm so embarrassed! What if someone had caught us? Jimin almost exposed us, that pabo. I need to teach this bunny a good lesson. As well as I know him, he'll probably be back in a few minutes. I need to be ready. You smirk to yourself.

"Hyungs, are we going home?" Jungkook asks. "Where else would we be going?" Joon asks tiredly, not looking up from his phone. Jungkook thinks to himself for a moment, then says, "Actually, I think I forgot my phone at Y/N's house. I'm gonna go back to grab it! I'll catch you guys later." Jimin rolls his eyes, calling Jungkook's phone. A buzz is heard from Jungkook's pocket, and they all turn and stare at him. "Kook, are you alright?" Taehyung asks him, patting his back. Jungkook laughs nervously. "Yeah," he stammers. "I guess my phone was in my pocket." Jungkook glares at Jimin, who stifles a laugh.

He whispers harshly to him. "Why are you doing this, Jimin? You're really getting on my nerves." Jimin rolls his eyes and sticks his hands into his pockets. "You think you can just get away with teasing me, too?" Jimin retorts. "It's my day." Jungkook scoffs. "Oh really, shortstacks? Then let's see who'll win." He smirks, pulling out his phone and pretending to make a call. "Hey. Yeah?" he says into the phone. "Oh, really? Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. No, of course not. Yeah. Yeah. Sure, that sounds interesting! I'll come over right now. Bye!" Joon looks up from his phone just in time to avoid running into a pole. "Who was that?" he asks. Jungkook looks at Jimin, smirking. "My friend," he lies. "He heard that I was back, so he invited me over for the night with some other guys. Jimin, don't you dare even think about tagging along! Please, hyungs, let me go. I'm mature now. Please!" Everyone silently agrees that Jungkook can go and he practically sprints back to Y/N's house. Yes! My plan worked, he thinks to himself. Now I can spend my time with Y/N! "Hyungs, Jungkook was lying," Jimin whines. "He wanted to go to Y/N's house. Trust me!" Jin rolls his eyes. "We know." Jimin widens his eyes. "What?" Suga shakes his hands around, wiping them in disgust on his shirt. "We also know what was happening under that blanket of theirs." Jimin sits in shocked silence. "Jungkook is mature now," Joon says, nodding his head. "He's a man. We need to give him some privacy. We were the ones who interrupted their alone time." Jimin, annoyed, crosses his arms and sticks his Air Pods into his ears, blasting rap music.

As you're waiting for Jungkook with your plan, the doorbell rings. You hurriedly run behind the curtains and wait for him to enter. You hear the door open, and a stream of light appears in the silent darkness. "Y/N?" You reach out from the curtains and put your hands around his waist, hiding something behind you. "I knew that you'd come back," you whisper seductively into his ear. "Oh," he chuckles. "My girl knows me well, right? I missed you a lot, babe." He tries to turn to face you, but you tighten your grip so he can't, and slowly guide him to the couch. As soon as his back meets the couch, you lay on top of him. You pin his arms above his head and tease him, licking his earlobe. "This is what you wanted, right?" you ask silkily. "You'll get more now." Your mouth slowly travels down to his neck, where you leave soft hickies as you suck on his tender spots. 

While he is lost in the moment, you slip handcuffs onto his wrists and cuff him to the couch. His eyes widen as he hears the click of the lock. "Why did you handcuff me, Y/N?" he asks. "These are for you." You laugh and kiss him softly on the lips. "Shh, baby," you say. "You aren't the only one who can tease." Jungkook groans. "Tease? Don't be a Jimin," he whines. "And baby? Someone's being a tad bit bold, don't you think?" You ignore him and start sucking his neck again, deepening the hickies and circling his skin with your tongue. You look at him innocently and hover over him, your lips barely touching his. He tilts his head and starts to kiss you, but you pull away. He groans desperately and you smirk at him. "You're gonna regret this, kitten," he says weakly.

Your hand roams his broad chest and you run your tongue down his toned abs. A pitiful moan escapes his mouth, and you feel his boner poking your ass from inside his sweatpants. You smirk again, proud of yourself for getting into his head. Your hands travel further down to his thighs, making sure to get dangerously close to his boner but never actually touching him. "Don't you dare, Y/N," he pleads, straining his arms, trying to get out of the handcuffs. "Ah, fuck. That's it. Enough playing! Open my handcuffs." You laugh at him struggling. "Why are you in such a hurry, bunny?" you tease. Jungkook's eyes grow lustful, and he stops struggling for a moment. "Y/N, if you don't unlock these handcuffs right now, you're going to regret it. You know that you can't keep me here forever, so if I were you, I'd be a good girl and open them. Otherwise, there will be consequences." You gulp at his warning and open them hesitantly.

He's on top of you in seconds, like a hungry beast admiring his prey. "So you want to take charge? Dominate me?" he scoffs. "In your dreams, babygirl." He pins your arms up with one veiny hand, rubbing the other over your chest. "Sorry, Kook," you stutter. "I was only kidding." He smirks at you without answering. "Now," he says lustfully, "get ready to scream daddy's name for the whole damn night."