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“Really, Jeongguk?”
“Sorry babe, duty calls.”
You only roll your eyes, deciding to focus on your reflection in the mirror instead of the man currently finding purchase on the toilet behind you.
Your face is wet along with the tiny tendrils sticking to your forehead, tiny beads from the face wash you know you shouldn’t be using are sticking to the baby hairs at your hairline. You shouldn’t be using it, sure, but hey, so far, your skin has been improving so who really cares about the long-term effects? Not you, that’s for sure.
The water is still dripping onto your shirt when you reach over grabbing a towel so you can dry your face off.
“You look pretty like that.” Jungkook mutters and it takes everything in your body not to smile (because sure he’s taking a shit and you’re still trying to fully wake up but a compliment is a compliment and for some reason his praise still makes your tummy flutter.)
“If only people knew how romantic you really are, Jeon.” You muse, sending him a tired grin through the reflection before reaching over for your toothbrush and squirting the white paste onto the bristles. “I’m serious. You look pretty like this. Hair messy and the cute indents in your cheeks because of those shitty pillowcases we bought. Plus my shirt looks good on you.”
“Woah, you should be a fanfic writer. And I thought those pillowcases were cute.” You mutter, grimacing when a mixture of white paste and spit dribble down your chin. You would comment on the rest of his sentence but you’re too flustered. Or maybe it’s the fumes – you’re not sure yet.
“I think you’re cuter.” You roll your eyes at the cheesiness, choosing to spit out the white foam and rinse your mouth out with water. He flushes the toilet.
“You wanna fuck?”
“I literally just took a shit, babe.”
You glance over at him. He’s pulling up his flannel pants (the hideous green ones you begged him not to get because you’d never fuck him if he did; ironic considering your current situation) and he’s sending you an arched brow.
“I was horny before you took a shit – and I’m not gonna lie, she’s a bit dryer now but you’re still hot and I’m still horny. I think I’m getting my period soon.”
“I love it when you talk dirty to me. Get on the bed; I need to wash my hands.”
“How considerate. Truly a gentleman.”
“Do you want to fuck or not?”
Instead of answering you make your way to the bed, grabbing your phone and scrolling through your Instagram while he brushes his teeth.
Its five minutes later when you feel the bed dip under his weight. “How do you want me?” He asks, hand placed gently on your knee. You purse your lips, setting your phone down on the bed before shrugging. “Something quick. I have to start getting ready in thirty.”
His eyes light up and you feel bad when you wag your finger at him in a ‘no’ motion. “Not that quick though – wanna savor it.” You say this because if you don’t you know he’ll having you coming undone in minutes, fingers against your clit and dick deep into your guts. Nothing wrong with that (not at all) but you want something romantic to fit the ambiance dawn provides.
“That made me hard, oh my god.”
You snort at his announcement and he sends you a toothy grin. “I got the perfect position – take your shirt off for me.”
You comply and pull up your shirt, shivering at the cold that hugs your body. You should have closed the window last night; mornings are always so damn cold. You can feel your nipples hardening but have little time to acknowledge it before Jungkook is taking a bud into his mouth earning a whimper from you.
“Sensitive,” he acknowledges, “I’ll pass by the store after work – you want dark or milk chocolate this time?” And oddly enough, you feel a fresh wave of arousal flood your body at his question.
“Ugh, god, milk.” You moan earning a snort from him. “Didn’t know chocolate gets you going. Duly noted, though.” His lips move up to your neck, nibbling at the flesh and momentarily distracting you from scolding him.
“Shut up. It’s just hot when you do domestic shit like that.”
He only grins at the way your voice trembles and leans down to kiss you.It tastes of mint, lips still damp from either the drool he got on your nipples or the sink water he used to rinse his mouth out. It doesn’t matter though because he’s grinding into your core now, hard in the confines of his boxers and hands moving up and down the curve of your hip.
“I do domestic shit all the time though. Perfect husband or whatever.” Your clawing at his shirt, wanting to feel the familiar heat of his body and it makes him pull back, lifting the fabric off in that hot way that men do it – except it’s hotter when he does it. And no, you’re not being biased.
“We’re not even married, goof.” You moan, digging your nails into his sides when he bites down on your collarbone before soothing the skin with a swish of his warm pink tongue. You feel him smile into your skin before he pulls back again; tugging at the cotton panties you’re wearing.
You think they’re ugly but they’re not period panties ugly – they’re the ones you use when you know you’re not getting laid but still want to feel cute. Jungkook, on the other hand, loves them on you. He thinks they make your butt look bigger and he likes the frilly fabric at the hem because it lies nicely on your skin. You hate it because he always rips them and then he doesn’t want to accompany you to the mall to get new ones.
“Can you keep these on?”
You only nod, tugging at his pants feeling his muscles tense under your fingertips. When his dick is free from its confines, you feel him pushing your hands away from him. Pouting, you look up at him only for him to wince, “your hands are fucking freezing. Here, let me hold them.”
With that he’s grabbing your hands, interlocking your fingers and pushing you back onto the bed, not letting you praise him for his smooth transition before he’s sucking at your neck again, littering the sensitive flesh with bruises and spit.
“Smooth, Jeon.” You moan, arching your back when his dick lays heavy on your mound. Placing a final kiss onto your jugular, he lets go of one of your hands to align himself at your entrance. “Wait, the condom-”
“Can we skip it this time?” You whine, just wanting him to fuck you already. His eyes practically bug out of their sockets and the grip on your hand makes you wince. “You want to go raw? Holy shit, this really isn’t going to be a long one.” He breathes before aligning himself again. Pausing, he looks back up at you as if asking for confirmation.
When you nod, he grins, placing a wet kiss onto your lips. “I love you. And not just because you’re letting me do this.” He says making you grin at him before lifting your hips so he can just fuck you already.
It’s not the first time he’s gone raw but it’s definitely not something you do very often. Not that you don’t want to but birth control can only do so much. You wouldn’t want to be part of that one percent. Not yet anyway.
“Love you too nerd. Now fuck me. We have twenty minutes.”
And he does.
It’s gentle at first, allowing you to adjust to his size.
He doesn’t have a horse dick or anything like that but he’s definitely bigger than others you’ve personally had inside of you. He’s long and has a good girth and he can reach your spot almost without trouble, drilling into you mercilessly from behind – those times are bittersweet because yeah, it feels amazing but you can’t see his face. That’s why you usually leave that position for makeup sex.
Anyway, once he feels you dig your nails into the sides of his ass – he starts moving, wet noises filling the room and making your face heat up.
So maybe domesticity does get you going – and what about it?
“Always feel so good.” He moans, lifting your legs so you can wrap them around his waist allowing him to reach your spot quicker. You feel your legs shake as you dig your heels into the backs of his thighs.
He’s kissing you but it’s open mouthed with tongue and teeth and heavy pants. You reach your hand up, moving the fringe away from his face. Even now, with him deep inside of you, sweaty bodies melding together – his hand is still tightly interlocked with your free one. You smile slightly before your lips part in a breathy moan when he hits your spot once again.
“Faster.”
“Baby I’m trying to make love to you.” He grunts when you tighten around him.
“Don’t say that you’ll make me cum early.” You breathe, earning a chuckle and a groan from him. Despite his confession, he complies, pushing your legs up into your chest and quickening his pace.
At this point, you’re sweaty and your hand is cramping up in his grip but the feeling of his dick, long and hard strokes, and the sweet kisses he’s still giving you make your legs shake and you can feel his hips stuttering before he’s spilling into your with a groan.
You join him soon after, relishing in the vision before you. His cheeks are flushed, bottom lip trapped between his teeth and his eyes are screwed shut in the absolute pleasure your walls are giving him right now.
“Fuck! God, I love you so fucking much.” He all but whimpers riding out your highs, strong thighs trembling against the backs of yours.
“I love you too.” You moan. Your eyes roll back as another wave of pleasure overwhelms you.
He pulls out of you, underwear sliding by its own accord to keep cum from falling onto your bed sheets. Placing a warm kiss on your lips, he collapses next to you, pulling you closer to him by the waist and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck making you giggle.
“I really do love you.” He mumbles into your skin, hot breath tickling you and warming your heart simultaneously. “I love you.” You reply, lifting a hand to run it through the wet tendrils adorning his face. “Like… A lot.” You clarify getting a bunny smile from him before he’s placing soft kisses onto your chest, nipping at the tender skin before moving back up to your face and placing tiny pecks onto every bit of skin he can get to.
You’re giggling, loving the feeling of him before sighing and pulling back. “I have to shower.” You pout and he returns an equally devastated look making you smile. “Call in sick?”
You ponder the thought but then you remember the days you’ll be taking off the following week and shake your head. “Too many missing days.” You explain. He groans dramatically before dropping his full weight on your and nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck.
“You’re heavy,” you groan but he only tightens his grip on you, the faint feeling of his lips brushing against your neck making you falter slightly. “Jeongguk, I need to shower.” You say lightheartedly pushing him off of you.
With a whine, he gets off of you and gets off the bed before he’s dragging you towards him, halting you over his shoulder and making his way to the bathroom.
And you let him.
“Nice ass, Jeon.” You mutter, tapping a cheek affectionately.
“Thanks, I work out.” He says, flexing each cheek. With a snort, you let him place you in the shower, legs shaking and feeling like jelly. When he joins you he’s pushing you away from where the shower head is before turning on the water.
“I want all the time I can get with you.” He shrugs when he notices your stare.
“We’re getting married next week, dork. I’m sure we’ll have enough time to spend during the honeymoon. Or are you trying to tell me something? You better not leave me at the alter, Jeon.”
He shakes his head, hand under the water so he could test the temperature before he’s pulling you towards him and kissing your nose.
“There’s just never enough time spent with you.”
“If I had a dick – It’d be hard.”
“Baby, I’m trying to be romantic.”