Yayayaya!! The no excuse thing: POV❤ jungkook pov
POV — something that’s already happened, retold from another character’s perspective
thanks for sending this in!!!!! sorry for the later response but i was trying to find time to sit down and rewrite a scene from jungkook’s pov!!!!!! :-) i almost did the first scene at the reader’s graduation party but then i thought since u guys are waiting another week for pt 4, why not just give you guys a preview instead!!!!!!
“I spy with my little eye something—”
“It better not be the stop light again, Jungkook.”
“Maybe if you would let me finish, you would find out I was actually going to say that I spy with my little eye something blue,” Jungkook grumbled.
“Blue,” you muttered to yourself, then peeked out the passenger’s window.
Jungkook was taking you to work but then someone got into a major four-way accident downtown in an intersection, so the two of you had been stuck in his truck for the past thirty minutes. Normal people would have a conversation but what did you two decide to do? Play I-Spy.
He swore that the two of you were adults.
“Is it that car across from us?” you asked, pointing at it.
Jungkook’s grin formed into a smirk then. “Nope. Try again.”
You sighed, then glanced around again. There weren’t many blue things.
“Okay. How about that building over there? With the big billboard?”
“Wrong again,” Jungkook sang. “You’re not very good at this, are you?”
Instead of replying, you just glared at him from your seat.
“All right. I’ll give you a hint,” he said. “You’re wearing it.”
“Is the blue thing my fucking bra?!” you yelled out.
Your answer was a loud laugh as his head fell back against the seat.
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FAFLAMFLMA COMBINE THESE 2: 📱🍆 - ur lube ♥
📱 → ❝I sent you a picture of my dick. Please respond.❞
🍆 → ❝Stop sending me eggplant emojis when I’m trying to study.❞
credit: x.
COUNT → 2.059
GENRE → smut
PAIRING → jungkook | reader
WARNINGS → graphic sex | light spanking | explicit language
Your phone vibrated for the tenth time in the last sixty seconds. Frustrated, you brought your face out of your textbook and angrily pressed your thumb down on your home button, unlocking your phone to open your messaging app.
JUNGKOOK [11:02:53]: I sent you a picture of my dick. Please respond.
You had already opened it and looked at his dick at least two times now, but you had a big test tomorrow and really couldn’t waste precious time studying thinking about how you wanted Jungkook to come over and use that dick.
Again, you left him on read.
Jungkook knew where you lived and he had been at your dorm more times than you cared to admit, but some part of you was hopeful he would leave you alone. Then again, his ego was so fragile, especially when it came to his dick.
Your phone vibrated again and you looked at your notifications to see Jungkook was just sending you the eggplant emoji over and over again until you replied.
YOU [11:04:10]: Stop sending me eggplant emojis when I’m trying to study.
You let out a groan and turned your phone to silent so that the notifications wouldn’t distract you anymore. Looking to your computer screen at the syllabus, you flipped to the page in your book indicated by the study guide.
“A morpheme is…” you began to read aloud to yourself, but you were still distracted. Your eyes darted to your phone not even making a sound. It was almost more distracting when you knew someone was trying to talk to you. Shaking your head, you tried to focus. “A morpheme is used when…”
You slammed your textbook closed, irritated because he’d broken your focus. With a defeated sigh, you looked at your phone and your eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets at the last text you got from Jungkook.
JUNGKOOK [11:07:35]: You’re in so much trouble. Take off your pants.
Swallowing, you stood up from your desk, looking over at the door anxiously. He sent that text two minutes ago and you knew it only took him five to get to your dorm’s parking lot by car. You only had five minutes to prepare yourself.
And you knew he didn’t appreciate you ignoring his texts.
You also knew your punishment would’ve been better if you just did what he said, but instead, you did not take off your pants and simply laid in your bed watching a toy car drive over a cat while it laid there indifferently.
“Knock, knock,” you heard from the other side of the door a few minutes later. “It’s dick sucking time.”
Maybe you could just not open the door.
And that’s what you did; you just laid in your bed, laughing to yourself, both at the cat on the video and the silence from the hallway.
“I can fucking hear you watching those dumb cat videos you like so much.”
All you had to say to that was to turn up the volume.
“I fucking know your combination.”
You paused at that. Before you could even react, he was punching in the door’s combination faster than you could sit up, swinging the door open with his foot. As soon as his eyes landed on you curled up in your bed, fully clothed, he sighed playfully, as if he was hoping you wouldn’t listen to him.
“You don’t do what you’re told, do you?”
“I was studying, Jungkook.”
“And I was sending you very important texts that you ignored.”
You pressed your lips firmly together at that, holding yourself back.
The bed squeaked when he sat in front of your legs, then snatched your phone out of your hand and threw it behind him into your laundry basket full of dirty clothes. Before you could even say anything in response, he was manhandling you by flipping you over until your ass was on full display, still clothed.
Your mouth fell open when all his hand did was come down onto your ass, not too hard but not exactly a gentle pat. His fingers dug into the fabric of your jeans and you looked over your shoulder at him, anticipating his next move. It didn’t seem like he was immediately going for spanking, his default move, so you were a little bit confused as to what he was going to do to you.
Jungkook looked around your room for a moment, his eyes falling onto your phone just as it slipped between one of your sweatshirts and pants in the basket. It was as if that reminded him why he was there in the first place because then he was pressing his knees into your mattress, facing you.
A second later, he pulled your lower half in the air so your ass was at eye level.
He slipped a hand down the front of your pants, the tight material of your skinny jeans restricting the air flow there so he blindly unzipped and unbuttoned the front of them. His other hand tugged at the band of your pants until he saw your underwear. You had chosen a bad day to wear panties with the words it ain’t gonna kiss itself in bright, neon letters on the back.
“Maybe not,” he began, in response to your underwear, “but something else is going to be kissing you very soon.”
Although, Jungkook wasn’t an animal, at least not like he was when the two of you first started fucking. He reached into your underwear before going any further just to make sure you were wet enough. You weren’t, so he pumped a finger in and out of you for a solid minute or two until he was satisfied.
“Open wide.”
He didn’t wait for you to do as he said, but simply forced your legs apart by grasping the back of your thighs with both hands. Reaching into his sweatpants, he pulled out his dick that was semi-hard from the sight of your ass before him. With a harsh tug, he pulled your underwear down your legs to join your pants and felt his cock get even harder, enough to get the job done.
Without giving you any warning, he thrusted inside, causing your body to jerk forward and almost fall flat on your face. Your nails dug into your sheets, steeling yourself so you wouldn’t topple over from his thrusts.
Your balance on your front shook with each hard thrust and you were struggling to keep yourself upright, leaning down on your elbows until strands of your hair tickled one of your pillows that’d fallen over from the shaking bed. You rested your cheek against it, moaning out softly in pure elation. It wasn’t his usual fast pace and you appreciated that a little bit, knowing he wanted to fuck you hard.
You heard your name called from the hallway on the other side of the door and assumed it was just your roommate as she knocked a second later.
“Can I come in?” she asked in a muffled voice. “I left my toothpaste here.”
“We’re fucking busy,” Jungkook yelled back.
“O-Oh, geez…” you heard her mumble, then frantically walked away.
His view from above you must’ve been something else because he slowed his thrusts, pulling your face away from your pillow until you were sitting on his lap in reverse cowgirl position. His fingers trailed past your hips and around your front until they found your clit, circling it frantically. Your head lolled against his shoulder, panting and biting your lips in ecstasy.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?” he rasped into your ear.
Then his lips descended on your neck, leaving hickeys here and there. You fidgeted in his lap, the pleasure becoming almost too much to handle. Your mouth fell open again but only soft moans escaped and he seemed to want to have some sort of conversation with you while he was fucking you.
“What were you studying?” he asked, slowing his thrusts.
“M-Morphemes,” you managed to say back.
“For your linguistics class?”
“Yeah,” you breathed out, opening your eyes slightly.
“And what’s a morpheme?”
At that moment, he began to thrust rapidly into your heated core, one of his hands gently pressing against your neck.
“It’s a-a-a—oh, god…” You felt tears brimming your eyes, tilting your head back even farther until you could make direct eye contact with the bottom of your roommate’s bunk. “It’s a g-grammatical unit in a l-language… the s-sm—fuck.”
He removed his arms from around you and you felt like a rag doll, barely catching yourself as your hands planted firmly against the mattress. Jungkook slipped out of you, then, and you whined at the loss, but then he was turning you around so you lost your balance, your back landing against the mattress.
“And what does that mean—a grammatical unit in a language?”
He thrusted back inside, his elbows coming to rest beside your head as he bucked his hips into you repeatedly. Every inch of him brushed against your walls and your hands blindly found his back, clawing into his shirt.
“Like b-boy because there’s—”
It was almost like he wanted you to struggle speaking because then he was straightening out his elbows, only one single hand resting beside your head as he reached for your scalding center and rubbed at your clit. He pulled out of you completely, then thrusted back in hard, doing this every time.
“Because there’s what?”
“B-B-Because there’s only one s-syllable.”
The bed began to slam into the dresser on the opposite end and you completely gave up on speaking. The only words you knew how to say were how good he felt and letting out a loud moan here and there. Jungkook seemed to give up as well because he was just grunting and moaning along with you.
Shakily, you rested the back of your calf against his ass and that seemed to press him even further inside of you, your other leg following closely behind.
“Are you almost there?��
“Y-Yeah. Keep fucking going.”
He leaned down, his lips hovering over yours and sweat lining his brow. You reached for his cheeks, then connected your lips. When you managed to part his lips, he moaned into your mouth, seeming to pound you into the bed even harder. You licked the side of his tongue, sighing into his mouth. Sparks of pleasure spiked through you and you pulled away from him, lips parting.
Your head fell like a dead weight onto your pillow and your legs twitched as they continued to hold on for dear life to his backside. Jungkook was still rubbing at your clit, but you knew his hand must’ve gotten tired because the speed had slowed down significantly, but you could get off so easily as long as he was touching you somewhere. From all the times you’d fucked in the last few months, you knew he knew your body like the back of his hand.
Just as you orgasmed, moaning out repeatedly, he pulled out of you completely. Not even a second later and he was tugging at your shirt so he could cum on your stomach and not inside of you since he wasn’t wearing a condom. His fingers were still stimulating your clit, though, working you through your orgasm.
“I’ll get you cleaned up,” he breathed out, heavily.
Jungkook grabbed his sweatpants from the ground, sluggishly pulling them past his hips just as he opened your door, but not opening it so widely that the entire floor got a view of you still lying there in your bed, half-naked.
Walking back over to you a minute later, he cleaned up your stomach, but you could still feel his hot cum there even after it was gone. He climbed back into bed beside you, rolling you onto your side so he could spoon you.
“I thought I was in trouble.”
He laughed from behind you, directly into your ear. “Yeah, I know… I can’t stay mad at you for very long and you know that.”
You snickered as you hugged one of your smaller pillows against your chest. He definitely hadn’t been rough at all, at least like how he used to be.
“Stay the night?” you asked over your shoulder.
“I’ll be here when you wake up.”
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