𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤
𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠
Surrounded by warmth. That's how you woke up most mornings.
Perks of having two cuddly ass boyfriends.
Today was no exception.
A slow smile crawled onto your features at the feeling of a pair of arms wrapped comfortably around you neck, effectively holding you captive against a warm chest. Eyes fluttering open, you were greeted by the gorgeous sight of a soundly sleeping Jimin, thick lips swollen, heavy lids sealed shut, a serene look gracing his soft features.
It kind of wasn't fair how good he looked even while sleeping. Most mornings, you woke up looking like you just returned from war.
Unless you got fucked the night before. Then you wake up looking like you just won the god damn lottery.
Which, essentially you had. Two boys like Park Jimin and Jeon Jungkook only come around once in a life time. And you were way fucking more than just lucky to have them both in your life.
But something was missing. Usually, there would be a second pair of arms draped over you. But it seemed the other side of the bed had been abandoned, sheets thrown aside messily, a pillow kicked onto the ground.
Deciding it to be pointless to try and fall back asleep, especially with the way the sun was hitting your eyes, you tried to untangle yourself from your boyfriend's limbs to see where the other had run off too so early in the morning. Jimin seemed to have other plans.
Each time you attempted to twist yourself from his solid embrace, he'd groan and tug you closer. Eventually he had all four limbs locked around you, leaving you basically immobile.
"Jimin," you huffed, rolling your eyes, "let go, I need to go check on a Jungkook."
"Fuck Jungkook." He grunted, nuzzling his face against yours like the little kitten he was.
"Thats the plan." You snorted playfully, earning a light pinch to your arm as Jimin pouted, eyes still shut. "Seriously though, I need to go see what he's up to. Gotta make sure he hasn't injured himself. You know how he is in the mornings, clumsy bastard."
"I'm sleepy," he argued weakly.
"Then go back to sleep, baby. I'll be back in a little, I promise," you coaxed, pressing a reassuring kiss to his extra plump cheeks. With one last moment of hesitation, he released his hold on you, mumbling a 'come back soon' into his pillow before easily falling back into a deep slumber.
Sliding from the warmth of your bed, you made your way to the bathroom to relieve yourself and wash your face before stumbling your way towards the stairs. It didn't take very long to spot Jungkook. He was hovering by the stove, body swinging faintly to some music that played from the around sound speakers he'd convinced you to have installed few months back.
A smirk crawled onto your lips.
God damn did he look fine as hell when he was cooking for you. Then again, when did he not?
You silently made your way over to him, taking a few extra seconds to admire the way the grey sweats adorning his thick legs hugged his toned ass. Sheesh. There are some things you just never get tired of.
"Hmm, Mr. Jeon," you purred, wrapping your arms loosely around his slim waist, resting you cheek against the back of his shoulder, "you look so ravishing when you cook."
The younger boy chuckled, voice still low and raspy from sleep, in spite of having been awake for at least thirty minutes. "I always look ravishing," he smirked playfully, rotating the pan expertly. Although he was no expert chef, he still knew well enough how to get the job done.
You giggled, nuzzling your nose between his shoulder blades. "Damn straight."
You stayed like that for a few moments, swaying subtly to the beat of the music, simply enjoying the gentle warmth of each other's bodies, the sense of security you provided to one another. "It smells delicious," you murmured, voice muffled in the fabric of his cotton t–shirt.
His lips twitched upwards at the praise. "I haven't cooked a lot in the past, but I pick up on things pretty well. I hope you'll like it," he admitted quietly. A light pink tinted his cheeks, voice unintentionally jumping up an octave.
"I'll like anything you make," you hummed, hands subconsciously sliding beneath his shirt. Jungkook felt his breath falter at the feeling of your cool fingertips drawing invisible designs on his bare stomach.
Soft hums vibrated in your chest, hearing the song Suncity by Khalid start to play through the speakers. "Stole this of my playlist, huh?" You smiled at the thought of Jungkook taking a liking to your music.
"Possibly," he responded teasingly, earning a light pinch to his hip, "okay, yes."
"Naughty boy," you purred, suddenly biting at his back gently. He couldn't help but to bite his lip at the feeling of your teeth nipping at his honey colored skin. He was always a sucker for a bit of pain.
"Only for you," he breathed, glancing at you over his shoulder for a moment.
Your lips tugged upwards. You like the sound of that.
"Yeah?" You murmured, voice suddenly darkening.
Jungkook swallowed, body rapidly filling with warmth, heating his cheeks and turning the tips of his ears a distinct red. "Yeah..." his voice was light and barely audible. Your hands had begun to wander away from his stomach, instead, toying with the waistband of the grey sweatpants hanging off his hips.
"I'm glad," you pressed your lips to the back of his neck in a tender kiss. His head lolled forward, wanting to feel more of your mouth on his skin. Kissing, licking, biting.
And you was never one to disappoint.
Warm, damp lips feathered over the shell of his ear. "Do you want it, Kookie?" Your voice held a taunting air as you hummed his pet name.
"Yes," He grunted regardless, mind fighting to focus on the eggs and not how close your fingertips were to touching him in just the right place. His skin was perspiring by now, glistening with his obvious need. And you ate it up. "Please," he all but whined.
Your hand immediately lowered, running over his growing bulge. To his utter dismay, only on the outside of his sweatpants. Your fingertips teasingly traced the outline of his dick, sending small sparks of pleasure shooting through his veins. It was enough to have his breath unsteady and his hands quivering.
Then, you tightly gripped him. He gasped, large hands firmly taking hold of the side of the counter. You clicked your tongue, "look at you. Already getting all worked up. I've barely even touched you yet."
He couldn't help it. Even having you stand near him was enough to spur a reaction in his body.
"Don't tease," he growled firmly; but, desperation seeped into his undertone.
"Wouldn't dream of it," you giggled innocently, gently beginning to stroke him through the painfully thick material. He was just glad he hadn't cared to throw on any boxers that morning. "Don't let the eggs burn," you whispered teasingly, noticing his attention slipping away from the cooking food.
He nodded weakly, straining to pay attention to his unfinished meal. With unsteady hands, he carefully adjusted the heat.
All at once, your hand was inside his sweats, encircling his hard dick firmly. He cried out in surprise, hips twitching forward, before a loud, low moan was drawn from his small pink lips. You hand clasped over his mouth, stifling it. "Quiet, baby. Don't want to wake Jimin up, do you?"
He quickly shook his head, eyes squeezing shut tightly as your thumb traced over his wet tip, sending chills throughout his entire body. Your hot mouth fell upon the side of his neck, sucking at the skin determinedly. Breathy moans and whimpers escaped his trembling lips.
Slowly, your hold over his mouth fell, and instead, enclosing around his jugular. He groaned, jaw going slack at the pressure on his throat. "Tighter..." he demanded huskily. You complied without resistance, finger pressing down, palm firming. Just until his breathing became harsher and more strained.
His teeth clamped down on his bottom lip viciously as whiny hisses and mewls forced themselves from his chest. "Oh my god,"
Unexpectedly, he was being roughly turned around, the small of his back slamming into the counter top. You knotted your nimble fingers into the hair on the back of his head, sharply forcing his mouth to fall onto your with bruising force. He gasped, offering you the perfect opportunity to plunge your skillful tongue into his wet, needy mouth.
Weaponized tongues clashed, ruthless teeth bit, swollen, desperate lips molded.
Pleasure consumed the younger, and he couldn't begin to fathom which to focus on; the erotic cruelness of your mouth on his, or the skillful twisting of your wrist as you jerked off his pathetically hard cock. Both made his mind feel like mush and body twitch and jerk in delightful agony.
And still, he wanted more. So much more.
And, in all honesty, he couldn't care less if Jimin heard. In fact, the horny bastard would probably get off to it.
The ravenous kiss that left a numbing sensation on his lips vanished all too soon as you dropped to your knees. Jungkook gazed down at you with furrowed brows, chest rising and falling dramatically as his pink tongue flick away some saliva from the corner of his mouth. "Y/n..." he huffed in between gulps of air.
You hushed him gently, seductively gazing up into those stunningly innocent doe eyes of his. They never failed to make your chest ache beautifully. You didn't offer him a spare moment to catch his breath before your sultry mouth enveloped him.
His knees weakened and he was forced to hold helplessly to the counter just to keep from melting to the floor. "Oh my god– oh my— shit!" he convulsed, gaping and quivering and moaning. Fiery pleasure consumed and reeked havoc on his insides, make the room seem to spin. He couldn't focus on anything aside from the feeling of you swallowing his cock like it was a cherry lollipop.
The mere sensation of your tongue twisting and flicking over his throbbing head made his vision blur. There were certain things you and you alone to could make him feel.
"Fuck you're gorgeous," you hissed, having taking a moment to catch your breath, before driving his erection back into your mouth, all the way down to his tightening balls.
A shrill sound of ecstasy ripped through his chest, completely catching him off guard. His hips lurched forward, driving himself into her mouth deeply. His high pitched moans and uncontrollable palpitations signaled he'd reached his peek. Warm, thick liquid shot down your throat, and you expertly swallowed, not even faltering. Your name was a sinful prayer on his lips as he slowly came down from his high, gently riding your face.
Finally you pulled away, chuckling softly as you stood up. "I almost forgot how hard you come when I suck you off," you smirked, wiping the corner of your mouth with the pad of your thumb. He blushed and cupped his face in his palms shaking his head in embarrassment.
"I'm sorry I came so fast, I didn't realize—" he began to rush out an unnecessary apology before you shut him up with a playful squeeze to his plump ass.
"Shut it, will ya? I love the fact that I can make you come so fast. It's hot," you growled through a grin, leaning forward to nip at the corner of his jaw.
"Stop before I start getting hard again. Then you'll be the one worrying about waking Jimin up," he threatening, but you couldn't take him seriously with the adorable bunny smile that was fighting to pull itself onto his features.
"Uh huh, sure thing, baby boy," giggling, you spun him around to face the slightly extra crispy eggs.
"Shit," he huffed, quickly grabbing the spatula and and dumping the eggs onto a nearby plate, nose scrunching adorable as he caught a whiff. You giggled lightly, arms once again draping around his slim waist. "I'm sorry," he breathed, pouting.
Squeezing him, you kissed his shoulder endearingly. "Hm, it's alright darling. I might have distracted you just a tad bit." He giggled, nodding in agreement.
"Just a lil'," he grinned to himself.
A series of soft thumps turned both of their attention to the stairs where a sleepy, swollen faced Jimin was padding down on slipper clad feet. "Mornin'," he hummed in that high, raspy morning voice.
You smiled and detached yourself from Jungkook's back. "Good morning, angel face," you cooed playfully, opening your arms and letting him glide into you, nuzzling his warm face into your shoulder, weight slumping against you.
"Why does it smell like burnt eggs?" He adorably scrunched his nose, sniffing at the air.
Jungkook and you shared a glance, your faces twisting with sly smiles. "No reason, Angel, Jungkook's just a shit cook."
"Am not!" He gasped, feeling deeply offended.
Jimin giggled, tiny fists clutching at your shirt. The kitchen quickly filled with light banter and playful arguments, followed by the scent of pancake batter and bacon, all the while with you smiling fondly at the two boys who made your life that much more worth living,
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Oh. Hello there, it's me, your favorite shitty writer ;)
I swear to fuck that I have no idea why it's taking me so long to finish your guys' requests.
Half of them are pretty much done, I'm just picky asf when it comes to my own writing and I don't wanna post em until they're actually like good ya feel?
So until I grow a pair and get them up, I'm gonna keep posting a bunch of crappy smuts I wrote like a thousand years ago.
If they're confusing, that's most likely bc most of them were supposed to be in a story but I'm shit at plot so none of those actually worked out lmaoooo
ps.
idk if you can tell but I really enjoy writing ab my fav bunny boi
he's just so cute n fluffy I can't help myself
I'm mean— like— come on this shit ain't even fair anymore. He makes me bust a fAT uwu.