Home: Perilla Leave Drama 🔞

Home: Perilla leave drama 🔞

In which Jungkook gets very worked up over a bit of teasing.

Tags/Warnings: I had to do it, Idol!Jungkook, foreigner!Reader, Jungkooks english iS sO cUtE, lil teasing, pouty JK, (playful) arguing, a bit of shouting, smut, he gotta prove a point you know wink wink, oral (fem. Receiving), kinda rough n messy but still romance because it's home kook y'all, he do be like that

Length: short

Languages are marked as: English | Korean

All home! Content can be found under the Tag Home! + Member. (example: Home!Jungkook, Home!Yoongi etc)

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"It's just food, baby!" you laugh, as he continuously shakes his head furiously, cleaning up the kitchen counter after having finished eating dinner with you.

"it's not!" he argues, brows furrowed and lips in an evident pout. "it's- only I can!" he says, throwing the paper towel away with a bit more force than necessary before he turns towards you who's standing leaned against the fridge. "only me! I am boyfriend, not- whoever the hell, I dont care!" he contains. "next thing they help you put on your coat? Walk you home? Kiss you goodnight as well? Maybe even-" he begins to rant loudly, and you hold a hand out, walking towards him before you smile, holding his cheeks tenderly.

"baby you're shouting." you gently note, and he pouts now for an entirely different reason, looking down.

"sorry." he mumbles, and you can't help but lean up and peck his lips.

"do you really think I'd let that happen? Let someone else take care of me?" you ask, now hugging his body as you rest your chin on his chest, looking up at him. He's wrapping his arms around you as well- starting to sway you from side to side a little, still visibly a little worked up over the whole ordeal.

"no." he says lowly, muffled and quiet. "just.. Don't like. Only me." he says, and you giggle, nodding.

"only you." you say. "so, but it would be okay if I did it for Jimin then?" you tease, and he rolls his eyes, groaning as his head falls back.

"No!" he gasps, offended you'd even consider it- before he pushes his tongue against the inside of his cheek in irritation, raising an eyebrow once he sees you laughing at his demise. "you think is funny?" he accuses- though there's now a clear hint of a challenge in his voice as he suddenly picks you up, lifting you over his shoulder before he let's you down again in the bedroom, right on the bed. While you're still very much amused, he makes quick work of your pants and underwear, dropping down to his knees on the carpet underneath your shared bed before he dives in for his second dinner it seems.

He's doing it with so much dedication and determination that you can't help but gasp out, a moan escaping you before your hands can fly up to cover your mouth. It seems to only rile him up further, as he moves to hold one of your legs open, while his other hand starts to assist his tongue and lips in pushing you towards your orgasm. He doesn't care about the noise or mess he makes- you know, deep down, it's simply a challenge he can't let pass by like this. His fingers stretch you open for what you know will be him right after you've come once- it's always like this. He once explained that he just needs to be inside you or it's not right- rambling on and on about the intimate connection he shares with you, and how it's more than just sex to him.

That's Jungkook- a romantic. A weird one, but a romantic nonetheless.

"jungk- ugh!" you whine, arching your back before your eyes close, mouth open in a silent sound as you come undone- his motions slowly stopping, before he gets up again.

"fuck-" Jungkook curses to himself as he stumbles over something on the floor, having detached himself to fetch a condom he's now unwrapping, before he pushes down his grey sweats and calvin Klein's to fit it onto his already hard length. "no one can take care of you like I can." he almost growls, carefully pushing himself inside before he starts to move- uncaring of you both messing up the sheets on the bed. "no one can love you like I can." he continues, relishing in the way you seem unable to know where to put your hands. "and no one can fuck you like I can, isn't that right darling?" he almost teases between gritted teeth and a clenched jaw. The noises are loud, obscene, pornographic almost- wet skin against skin, clear strings of your arousal keeping him connected to you by his pelvis, as if to keep him close.

And close he stays as your legs tremble under the force of your orgasm, his own hitting him only a few more pushes after yours. He can't help but press himself against you, closer and closer, needing skinship and affection now more than ever.

The kisses you share help in calming down your breathing- but not only that, because his entire demeanor has now turned soft again, hands careful and tender as they run over your skin lovingly. "I love you." you hum out, making him grin as he rests his forehead against yours.

"only me?" he asks, and you laugh.

"only you."