John: Tommy, We Have An Idea, But Were Gonna Need Your Permission.

John: Tommy, we have an idea, but we’re gonna need your permission.

Tommy: Since when do you two ask for permission?

Arthur: Because if we mess up, I don’t want it to be just our fault.

Literally lost my shit in tge podcast today 🤦

Sabini: Were you dropped on your head as a child?!

Tommy: Bold of you to assume I was held!

Sabini:

Tommy:

Sabini: Are you okay?

SLEEPOVER

💕Pairing: Jungkook x Reader 

📝Summary: A little piece of smut of a bigger plot/story.

✏️Genre/au: Smut, Canon, In the soop

✏️Rating: PG 18+, explicit

📝Wordcount: 1520

⚠️chapter warnings: explicit smut

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A/N: Hii! Did you stumble a cross this work? Glad yo're here 😊 Please, let me know your thoughts once you are finished. Feedback keeps me motivated to write 😁

Note that English is not my first language, so please if you find grammar mistakes, let me know. :)

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As the night meets an end the girls say their goodnights before retiring to their bedrooms in the assigned side of the house but the guys stay just a few minutes longer before doing the same in theirs. They tease Jungkook, who blushes and adopts a deer-like attitude towards them all the way until they leave, then sprawls on the couch with a sigh and lets his head fall backwards.

You still can’t believe how you lost that game and ended up having to take one of the sofas as your residence for the rest of the filming, but what is even more surprising, and totally out of character for him, is Jungkook losing too: it's simply difficult to believe. 

"Kookie, move, I wanna put this on the floor." He tilts his head to look at you pulling the other sofa's grey cushions and placing them on the floor like a bed. He immediately copies, having the sofa he was in just a moment before as a headboard for both improvised beds.

"Looks better this way." he says as he picks a bedding from under the TV furniture and passes you a set and since you already have your pyjamas on from the late night game, you only lay down to go to sleep. 

After a few minutes of lying there with only the moonlight illuminating the room, and having heard the cameras go off with a common bleep, you pull the pillow closer to your neck while lying on your side, opening your eyes, unable to sleep. Jungkook shifts too, facing you, eyes set on your demeanour in absolute silence while yours drift to his throat and the way the muscles of his chest press against the fabric of his shirt and your breath falters. 

"Ami…" he says in a low octave that sets your fluff on end and has you rolling on your back immediately. You tilt your head again to look at his serious expression, his breath slightly accelerated, showing his intentions in the way his stare is almost predatory, completely opposing the attitude he had before the red LEDs went off. 

In response, you pull up the blanket and look at the ceiling while spreading your legs slowly. He takes no time at all to accept the invitation, crawling to your side and sliding his legs between yours inside the deep grey textile and leans half his body over yours. He holds his upper weight on his forearms and although his black sweatpants have been hiding his commando situation, when he sways on them a little bit to get a comfortable position, the free shaft pressing against your core gives you the hint and it makes your skin crawl in anticipation. 

“Are you comfortable?” he wonders aloud pressing his forehead against yours and you mutter a yes, in love with how his breath caresses the bare skin of your face. 

You want him to move: you want him to discover you are also not wearing anything underneath the really oversized black T-shirt and the purple striped pyjama shorts. But he just stays there, letting his upper body lean carefully over yours in a hug that makes your heart swell and your whole body memorise the sensation of his big frame against it. 

Leaning backwards to let you breathe, he looks at you warmly and rubs his nose against yours while his tattooed hand slides down, resting his weight completely on the opposite elbow. His fingers taunt the edge of your tee and slide up inside of it at the same time his lips fall over yours inviting you calmly and soft. His eyes bulge when his digits edge to your breasts, where the fabric and metallic peace of your bra should be but only finds the soft skin under them. He lets out a low grunt pressing his lips against yours and squinting his eyes the moment he grinds against you after putting his hand over your breast. The way you gasp, opening your mouth, becomes his chance to deepen the kiss and his lovely lips make yours tuck to the same pace he grasps one; giving you a second to breathe the moment his hand shifts to the other.

The kiss intensifies further, with the intrusion of his tongue against your palate pulling you impossibly close, when his hand goes down to grab your ass underneath your shorts and realises the lack of fabric there too. The dry thrusting that follows has both of you moaning low against each other’s mouths. Your whole being responds so wildly to him that the moment he tugs your lower lip, and his hips press against your nub again, your slick dampens the thin layer.

"Fuck…" Jungkook whispers, still holding you between his teeth. "I'm sorry…" he apologises, confusing you. 

In one quick set of movements he pulls down his waist band to free himself and pulls the striped and wet middle of your shorts, immediately pushing himself in. Desperation and need, playing both sides, when he pushes himself in fully and you are able to take it although there’s a sharp sting coming from the pressure of your walls against his thickness. 

He contains with his lips, the cry that rips through you due to his sudden action, his own breath failing as he squishes his lids together. The way he moves next and keeps on mouthing you, speaks for the fact he’s been wanting you and getting riled up by your games, for a long time. 

He moves energetically holding you in place by the waist with his Army hand and, although the other forearm keeps holding his weight, from sternum down all his body is against yours. You doubt you’ll ever be able to forget the sensation it provokes, making you feel a part of his whole, completely and deliciously connected. 

The increasing pace becomes so relentless you want to scream but the fear of anyone in the house making their way back to the living room keeps your throat in hurtful contention. Your hips accompany his pace, one of your hands over a buttcheek while the other stays tangled in his hair. Muffled moans resound at the back of your nose as your only escape route; his grunts, almost growls, also lowered to the minimum. 

His hips suddenly describe a new angle and it sounds on you as he hits the spot, making him pull his reddish lips away from yours for a second to ask you to be quiet and then covers your mouth with his multi-skill hand to keep going with the pace, mercilessly. 

Just a few, very calculated pushes later, the orgasm rips through, making tears run down the sides of your eyes and as he keeps thrusting through your height. It’s then you both hear one of the doors at the first floor slide and like a spring he pulls out and stands, leading you outside in a rush to hide behind a porch pillar at the side of the sliding window, out of sight. 

You first are taken back by it, thinking of how much easier it would have been to just move inside your respective bed’s blankets. But then, with his hand still in your mouth to keep you silent, he pushes your chest against the pillar and helping himself with the free hand, he guides himself inside of you. 

His head burying on the crook of your neck as he grunts lowly only adds to the excitement of being discovered, which  starts to build a second orgasm. The rush of his pace the moment you hear Taehyung whisper Jungkook’s name calling for him and then see light illuminating from the window, makes you cum at the exact moment he drowns his grunts against your skin. The same moment you hear Taehyung's strong steps against the wooden floor approaching the window. 

Putting your clothes together the same moment Taehyung steps out and says his name a little bit louder; Jungkook turns you, winks at you and puts a finger over his lips. “Boo!” he says loud enough to startle Taehyung, stepping out from behind the pillar and you poke your head with a mischievous smile. 

“Oh my god! Guys you scared me!” says the affected one aiming to pinch Jungkook’s nipples, making him giggle. “I heard sounds from the living room and I see I wasn’t mistaken… You guys are playing games without me.” He pouts and frowns, feigning to be offended. 

“It was a one on one game, Taehyung.” Jungkook replies looking at you with his rabbit smile but mischievous eyes. “But we can play something all together now if you can’t sleep.” he suggests, looking at his hyung. 

“We could stargaze.” Taehyung speaks enthusiastically, letting out air with a long ‘ah’. “The night is chill but the sky is so bright.” he says, giving you both a boxy smile that shines just as much and you both nod, endeared by his pure attitude. 

Then while Tehyung leads the way to the sunbeds, Jungkook rubs your hand and kisses you in the head before walking next to him.  

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A/N: I'm starting a schedule that I hope will be possible and will bring lots of content to this page.

I hope you enjoyed this Namjooning 🤭 Let me know your thoughts. See you soon! ~

I want to thank @ffion451 , @abitjess and IzabellePark for doing the beta for this work 💜

Ada: Hey Tommy, can I take you to my therapist next week?

Tommy: ...Why?

Ada: He thinks I’m making you and all your issues up.

strawberry kisses taste so good to me