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Jungkook: Warm Hands 🔞

In which sometimes, he just wants to be closer.

Tags/warnings: Smut, Subspace, Slow paced, protected sex, some dom/Sub elements, he's more of a leading person than a dom tho if that makes sense

Jungkook likes to hold you.

He enjoys physical contact; though he's not big on hand holding, he likes to keep at least some form of contact with you whenever he's got you around; sitting you on his lap whenever there'sa chance to or on his thigh (which ultimately leads to him bouncing you around on it just for the fun), hugging you from behind, or having your legs over his lap while he watches TV.

Jungkook also likes to be held.

That's why he'd been absolutely bewildered when you'd told him how you didn't want to come off as clingy when he'd noticed the way you didn't seem to enioy his touch for a long time during your relationship. He'd blamed it on things simply bring new- simply thought you needed some time to get comfortable with him.

Against what the public might believe, he's neither scared nor awkward around women; he knows he can sometimes see a bit too confident, maybe even intimidating.

But then you'd kissed, had sex, and you still seemed to hold back and even try and put distance between you two, especially when someone else was around.

But after a much needed talk, after finally breaking that wall, the entire relationship had become so much more intimate in every way.

From the nights he'd spent wrapped up in your arms (as best as you could manage, there's a lot of him to hug after all) to the nights tangled up in the sheets chasing each other's breaths and pleasure. And the more you both explored, the more you learned, the more closer you became; in every way.

At this point, there's nothing to worry about when he's with you.

He takes great pride in it too; his own ego boosted whenever he remembers the small details in your behavior. How you'll stay close to him, how he'd learned from mutual friends how you've never been this attached to anyone ever before- he loves it.

He loves you.

He loves that there's no shyness or embarrassment between you two anymore either; he can be straightforward and blunt, doesn't have to think much about his words or actions, because he knows you, and he knows that you know him too. He can joke freely, he can say things others might give him an odd look for, he can vent and be angry and complain and be petty about something.

He can let it all out when with you.

Hell, you both sometimes walk around the apartment butt ass naked and it just feels normal.

But he especially loves moments like this; when he's got you underneath him buried in his pillows and bedsheets, eyes hazy and hands clinging onto his wrists- his own pressed down onto the mattress next to your body to keep himself upright. You're lost in pleasure, in the pleasure he gives you, floating and happy and with your head filled with nothing but him.

He feels honored to be able to help you reach a mindset like this.

He knows how to do it, knows how to handle it, knows when you need it. It's in a way his own way of repaying you all of the care you give him, the long nights you stay awake just to be able to go to sleep with him together, the early mornings you get up no matter how tired you are just to make sure to tell him to drive safely.

He's good at singing, but he's not good with his words; so he lets his actions speak instead.

You're both wearing nothing, having technically agreed to take a bath together; but jungkook admits happily that he can't get enough of you sometimes. Seeing you undress, your skin bare for only his eyes to see does something to him. He can't help himself.

And he knows you don't mind.

So instead of relaxing in the tub, you're both still in bed; breathing heavily, your moans so soft and his own voice unable to keep quiet either. He's not holding back anything; gentle hips moving with the elegance of the dancer he is, while still reminding you of his strength with every thrust. Just like always;

He likes to be close.

He likes to bury himself as deep as he can inside you, likes the sight of your chest moving in any rhythm he sets for the two of you. While he favors romantic times like these, he knows he can sometimes be the exact opposite.

Like that one time he'd rushed home after a concert overseas, knowing you're in his hotel room waiting for him. His adrenaline still high, blood still rushing, he'd held you high against the door; lips eagerly chasing yours, hands gripping your thighs before he'd moved you both to the bed. His fingers had dug into your skin in his haste, marks later blossoming on your neck where he couldn't contain himself, body sore after the second round that finally wore him out, letting himself relax in your hold.

But right now, he's got time; right now, there's no rush, only comfort, only the connection he shares with you.

His body is glistening with a slight sheen of sweat, but its fine; he knows you don't mind. The necklace he'd forgotten to take off dangles from his neck, swaying like a pendulum before it hits his collarbone every time he moves himself in a certain way. You can feel the way he slides in and out of you; how he almost backs out fully, just the head of his length staying inside, before he'd push himself back in, making your head spin and body tingle. Your legs move to wrap around his slim waist, a sign for him to move a bit faster- he knows what you want to say even if you don't sat it verbally after all. So he angles his legs a bit differently, front of his thighs pressed against the backs of your own, before he intertwines his fingers with yours, hands holding onto your own as he uses them to pull you closer to him. He's sitting up now, muscles in his lower abdomen contracting as he finally picks up his pace. You've thrown your head back into the pillows, exposing your neck to him, the delicate necklace he'd given you as a gift for your birthday two years prior decorating it perfectly. The little gem that hangs from the thin chain lays right in between your collarbone, resting there and sparkling as if to conquer the way your eyes shine whenever you're fascinated with him.

But it could never rival your eyes, in his opinion.

You're so pretty like this, holding onto his hands like he's your lifeline, and he likes to believe he is, because you're certainly his at this point. Even the things you don't like about your physical appearance are pretty to him- there's nothing he'd ever see as a downside to you.

He clenches his jaw as he feels his own peak approaching, teeth biting down on the inside of his lower lip as he lets go of one of your hands, placing his fingers right where he knows you need them. It makes you jump a little, mouth opening but the moan you let out is breathless, almost silent, as your core clenches around his cock, giving him the push he needed to spill his seed.

He's slow again, lazily moving, riding out your highs as he leans over you, face buried in the crook of your neck before he brushes your hair out of your face, kissing you with need. "I love you." He chants into your ear, his way of bringing you back into consciousness, softly, gently, with absolute care. "Good thing we didn't fill up the bath yet." He chuckles, staying inside you for a moment longer as he talks. "The water would be cold by now. But I like to take my time with you." He mumbles, your hands slowly exploring his skin again, as you take a deep breath to calm yourself back down. "Our quickies are pretty hot too, not gonna lie-" He jokes, kissing your cheek until you giggle in response. "But I like this most." He says.

He moves a bit to look at you better, and you smile. "Hey." You say simply, and he grins boyishly, pecking your nose.

"Hey." He replies, making you smile too.

"I'm getting cold." You complain playfully, and he snorts in response, before he slips out, making you and him cringe a bit at the feeling of loss. Tying the condom, he shakes his sweat-stained hair out of his face before he gets up to wrap a tissue around it, before he walks out the room, presumably to discard of it in the main bin in the kitchen. When he comes back, he eagerly jumps on the bed, barely missing your form as the bed creaks in protest. "Kook! You're gonna break it one day!" You laugh, and he simply shrugs, before picking you up to bring you into the bathroom.

"Thats kind of a life-goal of mine, not gonna lie." He says, putting you down in the tiled room before he moves to start the water. "But like, not from jumping on it." He winks, and you roll your eyes, arms crossed in front of you.

He's really something else.

oh what i wouldn’t give to be sitting in a hammock lightly intertwined with a beautiful boy who has a warm smile and hands, contrasting cool night air while we listen to the beckons of nature creating a soundtrack to our new inside jokes and ideas of life, becoming unknowingly fond to the notion that these will develop to plans and promises