Jeon Jungkook x Male Reader

By: Admin Sherlock

Relationship ( So Far ;] ) :

You guys are pretty close friends, you are casual and comfortable around each other, and can talk about most things.

Scenario :

You invite Jungkook over to your house once he is done with practice, planning on playing video games and talking about how his career has been taking off and what you’ve been doing lately.

~ Jeon Jungkook x Reader~

Massage

>Your PoV<

I heard a knock on the door, making me get off of my couch, where I almost had the best nap of my life.

I yawned as I opened the door, already knowing who’d be there, “What’s up Kook, how was practice,” I asked, wrapping an arm around him to bring him inside, then pushing him forward.

“It was alright, I tried not to stay too long afterward since I knew I was gonna come over,” he said, slinging his duffel bag over the couch, “Do you mind if I take a shower, I must reek.”

I smirked, “You do,” I said, “I’ll bring you in some clothes, you should start working on getting that sweaty smell out of here.”

He laughed, pretty much giggling, “I’ll see if I can work a miracle.”

He got in fast, and I took my time getting his clothes, still missing my could’ve-been nap, but eventually, I opened the door to the bathroom, leaving the clothes on the counter.

All of a sudden he began singing louder, making me look over to the shower, seeing his naked torso through the glass of the shower, “No high notes Kookie, you’ll break the glass.”

He jumped, covering himself instinctively, even though I couldn’t see him because of the conveniently placed towel, which he realized soon enough.

“What the hell (Y/N),” he mumbled, “I’m not Jimin, I can’t reach that many high notes.”

I laughed, “You got me there,” I said, watching as he stood there, the water still running yet he was still obviously focused on me, “I’ll leave so you can take a shower, you better come out new and improved.”

“Impossible,” I heard him retort as I left, closing the door behind me.

I waited in my room, sitting against the header of my bed as I scrolled through my social media. It took him a decent amount of time to finally come out, looking as drowsy as I felt when he got here.

He groggily made his way to my bed, collapsing onto my bed, spreading himself out beside me, “How was your shower?”

He groaned, “Like heaven.”

I took his towel, “Just because it was heaven doesn’t mean you shouldn’t dry your hair- you’ll get the bed all wet you know.”

He hummed as I began drying his hair with his towel, not budging, even after I was done drying his hair.

I ran my hand through his hair, making him finally turn to me, his eyes big, as if I’d just woken him up, “Tired?”

He nodded, pouting ever so slightly, yet I could recognize such small changes, especially his cute mannerisms.

“I’ll make you a deal,” I began, and he looked at me, seeming a bit interested, “I’ll give you a massage if you invite me out to eat something good,” I offered, “Deal?”

He pouted more visibly, almost sarcastically, “How do I know you are even good at massages?”

“If they aren’t any good, just buy me fast food or something cheap,” I said, very confident in my massages.

“Fine, go for it then.”

He laid like a log, sprawled all over the place, “You have to get into a position you know, or do you want me to do that for you?”

He blushed slightly, “What do I do then?”

“Just lay on your stomach with your legs parallel to your shoulders, and your arms at your sides,” I began, making slight corrections, “Wait, let me put this pillow right below your chin so you can be more comfortable.”

“I should have said this first but take off the shirt I let you borrow.”

He turned his head, glaring at me.

“Do you want a good massage or not?” I asked, making him give me a scowl before complying, sitting up temporarily to take his shirt off, then getting back into his instructed position.

“I am going to get some lotion,” I said, and he hummed.

I came back soon after, and immediately got to work, first putting some lotion on his back, watching him shiver, and secretly enjoying it, before finally spreading it around with my hands, slowly but surely starting to knead my fingers into his skin.

He let out a groan every now and then, before he suddenly started to relax, making me realize he fell asleep.

Nevertheless, I continued, and he continued to let out moans and groans every time I hit a knot.

I continued down his back, massaging him right up to the waistband of the basketball shorts I lent him, which was when he started moaning more, yet they could also be considered whines.

I peeked over at him, noticing he was still more asleep than awake, so I continued

I briefly massaged his calves, moving then to his thighs, unable to not enjoy their plumpness.

I looked up briefly to see if Jungkook was still out, which he was, leaving me able to be as mischievous as I pleased.

I climbed over him, straddling his legs, then resting, my knees right at his calves, then going at his thighs once more, giving them some much-needed attention.

In such a position, and with such a love towards my great friend, it was impossible to not notice how much his ass protruded from the rest of his for, and how that immediately transformed into such a small waist- it was almost too sexy to even think about.

Lowkey trying to get him turned on, just to see what would happen, I began kneading his thighs, the back of his inner thighs, one of the most sensitive part of a person known to man.

I watched him as I slowly began to drag my fingers just over the fabric of the shorts, watching him, buck his hips every now and then, secretly enjoying his moans- which was slowly becoming less and less of a secret.

Becoming a bit more daring, I slowly began massaging his butt, checking for a reaction, and when it was the same as before, I continued, if he asked, this was just a full body massage.

He budged a bit more, arching his back as he tried to meet my touch, groaning, making me certain that he was turned on.

I didn’t even realize I was biting my lip until it started becoming painful, temporarily retracting to check if there was any blood.

“(Y/N),” I heard him whine, making me stop what I was doing to look at his head, that was still face down. My heart sank, what if he wakes up and doesn’t like this?

“More… inside m… now,” he moaned in his sleep, and if I wasn’t already turned on, I was now hard as hell.

I wanted to ravage him, to take him right then and there, but before my desires, I have to think about him. Jungkook would have no idea what happened, he needs to wake up before we go further, that is if we do.

I got off of him, trying to get the situation back to how it should be, sitting beside him, trying to think unpleasant thoughts to make me go soft.

All of a sudden, Jungkook seemed to jolt awake, panting as he regained consciousness.

“Did you have a nightmare,” I said, doing my best to sound calm.

“I-I- no, it was um, a really really nice dream,” he chuckled nervously, lying back on the pillow, “The ones you wish you were real…”

I need to talk to him about what he said.

“It sounded rough, you were groaning a lot.”

His face was completely red, something I don’t see very often, “O-oh, well, you know, those dreams you have once in awhile, heh heh…”

I didn’t mention more in fear he’d run away, so I needed another way to talk to him about it.

“That was a really good massage,” he said suddenly, making me look at him, shocked, “Whenever you can, I’ll come over for more.”

His eyes were wide and earnest, with his cheeks pink as can be, with such a sweet and innocent smile, even though I knew it wasn’t so innocent.

“Whatever you need Kookie,” I said, patting his head.

I looked at him, basking in his blush and cute features, never seeming to get enough of him.

“God Jungkook, you are so cute,” I said, ruffling his hair.

“Cute?” He asked, “Why not handsome?”

“Really? You’re so cute I just wanna hold you.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his hips buck forward, clenching his ass, trying his best to discretely become relaxed again.

“Would you let me hold you,” I asked, watching as he practically shriveled up in his flustered emotions.

“(Y/N)-” he began, “I really wouldn’t mind if you wanted,” he mumbled, gulping.

I ran my hand through his hair, “Listen Jungkook, I’ve been walking on eggshells to tell you, but I love you, and that wet dream you just had given me enough hope to tell you, so what do you say, do you want to go out with me?”

He stared at me wide eyed, “You- really? I thought- really?”

“Really.”

He bit his lip, trying to hold back a smile, “I like you a lot… wait, how did you know I was having a wet dream?!”

I smirked, feeling relieved, yet smug, “Something about you wanting me inside you and how desperate you sounded.”

He jolted upright, “You ass- why didn’t you tell me sooner- or wake me up- I said something so, so-”

“Sexy?”

He punched my chest, “Asshole, no- it’s embarrassing, now you know- but- it was just a random dream! I wanna be on top!”

“Oh really?” I asked, already knowing he’d bottom out by the way he was reacting to me while he was asleep.

“Yeah-! Just try me!”

I smirked, “Okay, let me do what I did when you said that.”

He gulped as I began massaging his thighs, much stiffer than before.

I began rubbing his inner thighs similarly to how I did before, making him jerk up. I then moved onto his butt, slowly beginning to massage it, slightly uneasy now that he was awake.

“You did this while I was asleep,” he half yelled, yet he shut up when his voice shook.

“A full body massage,” I said, going further than before, prying his ass a bit so I would almost meet his hole.

He let out an airy pant, bucking his hips back and arching his back again, “Y-you didn’t do that before-!”

I chuckled, stepping back, “So you were very conscious of your dream huh, must mean you control whether you were the bottom or top, no?”

He groaned, turning himself onto his back, then standing up, “Okay, okay, just- let me take care of this.”

“Need help?” I offered.

“Eh, next time- I um, it’s too soon.”

“Your next massage then.”