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breakfast can wait ; jjk

SUMMARY: Your days off finally matched up and after waking up later than usual, Jungkook is feeling well rested and quite amorous.

― POV: reader. ― PAIRING: jungkook x fem!reader. ― RATING: m (18+), minors dni. ― WORD COUNT: 3,983 words. ― GENRE/AU: one-shot, smut, friends with benefits, on the cusp of dating ish, just a charming lil smutty piece for y’all. ― CONTENT WARNING: explicit language, bratty behaviour, morning sex, spooning and grinding, dirty talk, boob grapping, oral stimulation of breasts/nipples, fingering and eating out reader, handjob, protected sex (pills, no condoms), multiple orgasms, creampie. if i forgot any smut warnings please message me and lmk<3

AUTHOR’S NOTE: i had a blast writing this and i’m pretty satisfied with how it came out. not the nastiest of smut but it’s only my 2nd fic ok dsnfjkdn the last 700 words or so has not been looked at by a beta reader because i got impatient and can we all just say yolo and ignore any spelling mistakes if such exist? :sob: i really hope you like it and if you did please consider reblogging as it helps show support <3

BETA READER/S: @kookimonster

“Morning,” a husky voice murmured from right behind you and an exhale tickled your neck. Your eyes were still closed, not wanting to expose them to the sunlight that was flowing past the white curtains. It was warm in bed under the big duvet, serving as a stark contrast to the freezing cold just outside the window. Nothing could make you leave this bed. Your stomach rumbled. Oh well, nothing but food at least.

Letting out a small hum, you caved and forced your eyes open. However you were unable to keep them from squinting at the bright morning light. “So early,” you muttered, “What time is it?”

The strong arm that’d been holding you close briefly parted from you to reach for a phone that was dangerously placed by the edge of the mattress. Still in the process of transitioning from dream to reality, you tried to make out the number on the screen, but the backlight was not making it easy on you. Instead your glance glided down the man’s arm. Heavily tattooed, muscular, and strong. A soft smile formed upon your lips.

Jungkook.

“11 AM,” his voice was croaky, still bearing the bliss of a deep sleep. Your hand lazily reached up for your eyes, rubbing them gently in an attempt to wake yourself up properly. The beautifully decorated arm put the phone down, now at a safer distance from the edge of the bed, and snaked itself right back around your torso. You felt yourself pulled into his embrace leaving no air in between your bodies.

“You didn’t say good morning back, you know.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you said in a playful tone, “But it’s not really morning though.”

“But we just woke up,” he tried.

“But it’s 11 AM, Kookie,” you endearingly so called him by his nickname and you felt a little kiss land on your neck, soft and featherly as the snowflakes falling from the sky. You weren’t sure what sent a shiver down your, spine spreading goosebumps all across your skin; the thought of the windy weather or his kiss. Maybe a little bit of both, you thought.

“Touché,” he surrendered, “I guess you’re just rude then.”

A scoff left your body. “Don’t act like you don’t like me a little feisty.”

“Mmm-maybe?” he purred just behind your ear and it was like a wave of intimacy had managed to finally wake you up fully and entirely. This time his lips lingered for a moment longer as he pressed them against your earlobe, unknowingly widening your smile with ease.

“What do you think you’re doing?” you spoke through a cheesy grin.

Jungkook didn’t speak a word. He didn’t have to. You felt the way his palms pressed against your body, fingers spreading out almost as if in desperation to feel as much of you as he possibly could. A trail of kisses from your ear to your shoulder. His pelvis pushing against your round buttocks. He held you so tight you swore no one else had ever been this close, and with butterflies starting to appear in your tummy, you took another glance at his arms. Last time flashed through your mind, how those very arms had held you up, held you in place, while he’d —

“Excuse you!” you tried to regain some control over yourself and him. Feeling the air between you thicken with such pure desire, excitement had run a red light in your soul, speeding up and out, multiplying within you.

“What? I just like holding you,” he chuckled.

“Holding me, is that what this is?” you asked before rolling your behind up against his crotch. It triggered the exact response you’d been hoping for; bear hand on your hip, grabbing you, holding you in place. A deep groan escaped him.

“What do you think you’re doing, huh?” you knew he was smirking, “You tryna get me hard?” You bit down on your lower lip, enjoying this a bit too much. There was nothing like teasing Jungkook in the morning, making him all frustrated and needy.

“What? I was just.. re-adjusting my position,” you flirtingly lied about your intentions.

“Oh, really?”

“Mhm,” you nodded.

“Oh, is that what that was?” he played along, tongue coated in sarcasm, “Well, then if you’ll excuse me — “ Briefly having shut your eyes, already missing how you’d mindlessly floated around in dreamland above buildings and cars, they opened right back up. Before you could question him, he had gotten up from the snuggle, spun you around on your back, and pushed himself in between your legs. Surprise evident on your face as your eyes widened and you couldn’t help but let a bright laughter dance around the room.

“What are you doing?” you finally got a few words out.

“Who, me?”

“Yes, you!” your voice had soared into a higher pitch when he dared to press his hips against yours, giving you all sorts of ideas.

“Oh, don’t mind me. I’m just getting comfortable. You know.. adjusting my position,” he teased with a mighty smirk, and as your eyes met you knew this was a challenge. He wanted to hear you admit to being the true initiator of this. Oh, how wrong he was.

“I think you are confusing ‘adjusting’ with ‘completely changing’,” you called him out, trying to be stubborn, but he didn’t budge. Instead he simply kept grinding his growing bulge against your panties, the friction heating up your groin.

“Shh, I’m trying to get comfortable.” A low moan coming from him.

“Sounds like you’re pretty comfortable.” Now it was your time to smirk. He stopped and gently frowned at you, clearly reacting to your bratty behaviour. Anticipation growing in your chest, you pushed your eyebrows inwards and up, making big puppy eyes in the hopes of appearing completely clueless of your actions.

“What?” you voiced fake confusion.

As Jungkook pushed himself up, you couldn’t help but admire the muscles in his arms tensing up, the delicate flex of his biceps. He sat down on his feet, still in between your legs. You took him in, adoring him. Slim waist hugging a solid six-pack, his bulging chest and broad shoulders. His skin carrying the last remains of your summer vacation to the Canary Islands. Gosh, you loved his body. Rarely had you ever seen a body more picture perfect than his. Like a Greek statue, his proportions were as if freely formed by your mind, creating the man of your dreams.

“Maybe this position is better,” he pondered and as your eyes reached his, you realised how his glance travelled up and down your body, admiring you with a growing smirk. You felt his hands slide onto your inner thighs, putting the slightest pressure on them, prompting you to keep your legs open for him.

“Maybe we should eat breakfast,” you cut through the tension with a clear voice.

“Breakfast, hm?” He leaned down, hands ran up either side of your waist and gave it a little squeeze. With a foggy look in his eyes, Jungkook finally dropped to rest his weight on his lower arms, his head right above yours.

“Mhm,” you said, distracted by his seduction, “You’re not hungry?”

You felt your inner brat start to crumble at the hands of desire. You longed to feel him. And so you placed your hands flat on his chest, exploring how his body felt against your palms. Jet black hair hung heavily from his head, fringe brushing against your forehead. His nose resting beside yours, lips so close you could feel his warm breath collide with your own.

“How about I eat your pussy instead?” he muttered into your mouth.

A hazy smile was all he needed from you. A single kiss was respectfully placed upon your lips, soft and loving in nature. You got a last good look at his face – lips, cheeks, eyes – before he began.

Kisses. Small, teasing. A shivering sensation trickling across your skin along with the traces of pecks and bites going from jaw to neck to shoulder. You felt a tug at the hem of your shirt, up, up, up. You looked down and saw Jungkook trying to rid you of the oversized T-shirt you’d slept in. In actuality it was his, not yours, but he’d left it at your place a couple weeks ago and you just couldn’t help yourself. It had smelled of him. A sweet scent of joy and trust. You still remember his reaction to your cute little text message saying you’d stolen his T-shirt and now it was yours. Keep it. It looks good on you.

You pushed yourself up just a tad, leaving room for Jungkook to pull it up and over your head, exposing your bare chest. Searching for his gaze, you found it fixated on your full breasts. His obvious admiration boosted your confidence to new levels and the corners of your mouth moved upwards into a cheeky smile. Without hesitation you brought both hands up to cup your breasts. You squeezed for a tender massage of your bosom, nipples peaking out from between your fingers. Jungkook’s glance was locked on your hands, your breasts.

You let out the smallest of whines and his eyes shot back up at you. Looking smug, knowing exactly the effect you had on him. One of your hands let go to instead reach up for him. He wasted no time. He dived down and before you knew it, his lips had surrounded your nipple, sucking, swirling his tongue. You loved when he worshipped your breasts like that. It always succeeded in getting you all worked up. Wetter than you’d like to admit, you could already feel yourself soak through your panties.

So damn needy, it was almost enchanting when you felt his hand finally meet your waist again, the touch of him intoxicating. Closer, closer, his hand was inching closer to the edge of your panties. Frustrated you buried your fingers in his thick hair and gave it a tug, quietly demanding him to continue. Now.

The second you felt his fingers sneak into your panties, you let out a deep sigh. Yes. This is what you wanted. Jungkook’s long fingers running up and down your dripping slit, covering his fingertips. With a last kiss lazily given to your breast, he sat up straight again.

“Already wet, baby?” he triumphed.

“Easy enough to make me wet,” you provoked him and sat up, holding a strong eye contact as you gave his lips a brief peck, enjoying the puzzled look on his face, “See if you can make me cum.”

Jungkook had barely freed his hand from your panties, before he tugged at them, giving you a short, but passionate kiss.

“Lay down,” he grumbled.

Satisfied with yourself, feeling the arrogant desire to prove oneself radiate from his entire being, you did as you were told. As you lifted your butt up from the mattress, Jungkook swiftly removed the single layer of fabric keeping him at bay from diving deep. You knew what he was capable of, of course you did. That was exactly why you kept poking at him. It was no secret that he liked a challenge. Competitive as they come, Jungkook was gonna be the best at anything and everything, even if it took him a million attempts.

Memories of your first night together resurfaced in your mind. It was his very need to be the best of the best that had lead you right into his arms. Granted, you’d absolutely been aiming for his embrace, but you’d wanted him to chase you. There’d been zero interest in being the girl who caved immediately just because he bought you a drink and told you that you looked pretty. After he’d told you that he took pride in his abilities, promising you he’d be the best you ever had, the temptation had simply been too grand… And you had humbled him. He’d been baffled, shocked, unable to understand what was happening. After your first night together when you had told him that it was alright, but you’d had better. He’d done a whole double take, looking you up and down. Fuck, the fire it had ignited within him. He’d went so hard you surrendered a couple weeks later. Experiencing so much pleasure you’d had no energy left in your bones to do anything but moan, whine, and whimper his name.

In reality he’d always been the best you ever had. You couldn’t bring yourself to tell him though. Maybe it was a silly secret to have, but you loved watching him continuously strive to blow your mind. Beating his own best every single time, you knew nobody would ever come close. Maybe one day you’d tell him, but not now.

You felt two fingers slowly entering you while subtle kisses tickled your inner thighs, closer and closer to your groin, decreasing in distance. You let out a gasp by the first sensation of Jungkook’s warm tongue pressing itself against your labia, expertly sliding up to find your clit, so effortlessly. Licking, sucking, flicking. You should’ve expected nothing less considering your experience with this tenacious man.

“Shit…” you suppressed a moan.

But when he hummed from pure enjoyment, you felt every vibration of his voice and let out a submissive whimper. His fingers joined in, curling upwards, hitting the roof of your vagina repeatedly. The pleasure grew like a big orb of warmth and euphoria behind your ribs, making it harder to breathe.

“Yes, baby..” you breathed as you grabbed a section of his hair, letting him know how well he was doing, how desperately you needed him to keep going.

He got the hint.

Picking up speed with his tongue, keeping his fingers at a comfortable rhythm, you started to feel your arousal spread like wildfire across your skin. Waves of attention rushing from every inch of your body, pulsating towards your core.

“Please.. Don’t stop,” you pleaded.

Before your eyelids fell shut, you caught a glimpse of your window. Snow was still falling, glistening like weightless diamonds in the wind. The sun spilling through the glass and onto the floor in a checkered pattern. So pure, so beautiful… peaceful.

Your head fell back onto the pillow and your legs started shaking. A moan erupted from your throat, filling the bedroom with sin and lust. Like all weight had been lifted off your chest, all tension left your soul, any problems you might’ve had magically disappeared… there was nothing in this very moment but you moaning your voice to pieces, cumming on Jungkook’s skilled fingers and tongue.

“Oh!” you gasped in frustration when you felt him leave a kiss on your clit, way too sensitive post-orgasm, “Ugh, stop it.” He chuckled as he sat back up and ran the back of his hand across his mouth and chin.

“Nah, baby, you just stay where you are,” he asserted, one of his hands feeling up your leg from thigh to knee to ankle, “I’m not done with you.” And with those words he planted your ankle on his shoulder, raising himself up to his knees. Your eyes dropped to his boxer briefs, immediately spotting the impressive bulge, restrained by fabric.

“Someone’s excited,” you pointed out the obvious with a mischievous smile, still coming down from your intense orgasm. Shamelessly, you reached out for his bulge, cupping it in your hand.

“Mhm,” he hummed, softly grinding against your palm, “I love the look on your face when I make you cum.” A sweet giggle bubbled in your chest, feeling oddly shy.

“Shut up,” you stopped him before he got too cocky, “You’re not naked enough.” Jungkook smiled at you. His hands dropped to his boxers, pulling down at them, the fabric having a hard time getting past his bulge. The tip of your tongue discreetly ran across your lips, hungry for him to give you everything he got. Finally his hard-on was released from it’s clothed restraints and it sprung out at you, landing almost perfectly in your hand. Your fingers immediately wrapped themselves around it, starting to stroke it, no hesitation.

“So impatient,” Jungkook verbally poked at you after ridding himself completely of his boxers, throwing them on the floor next to your bed, bathing them in the freezing sunlight.

“Who, me?”

“Who else?” he chuckled.

“Oh, I don’t know,” you shrugged, keeping eye contact as you started pumping him faster, firmer grip than before. The smile on his face faded quicker than you’d expected it to, replaced by furrowed brows and a frustrated lip bite. He groaned.

“Hmm,” you faked a ponder, once again increasing the rate of your hand moving up and down his shaft, “Maybe you?”

Jungkook closed his eyes as he pressed his cheek against your ankle that still rested on his shoulder. His hips automatically joined in with mild thrusts into your hand, slowly moving back and forth. The obvious battle he was having with himself, failing in controlling the lust that was pouring out of him, it was a beautiful sight.

“Stop,” he breathed. And you did.

“Why?” you increased pressure on his oddly charming arrogance.

“Don’t you want it?” he grumbled and opened his eyes. Forcefully he grabbed your wrist, influencing you to let go of his fully grown erection. “Don’t you want me to fuck you?” His smile was back. So was yours.

“Only if you fuck me good.”

Passion poured from his gaze, dripping onto you like amber honey, staining your skin. Elegantly moving your leg off his shoulders and back down by his hip, Jungkook leaned down. The rock hard cock rubbed up against your labia, your wetness coating the shaft. Your breathing started trembling as the tip of him touched your swollen clit. Your hands at home on his body, easily finding their way across his abs, chest, and around his neck, holding him so close your noses gently bumped into each other.

“How dare you doubt me?” he purred.

“Put me in my place then.”

You caught a glimpse of his terribly smug expression before his lips crashed onto yours, starving and greedy. Exhaling through your nose, you refused to break apart from him, finally having gotten your craving satisfied. Your eyelids fell shut as your tongues met in a sensual, slippery dance. You felt his strong hands slide up under you, taking a hold of your shoulders from behind. Butterflies appeared instantly in your tummy, sporadically rushing around, waiting for him to end your suffering and enter you.

At last, the tip of his girthy cock aligned with your soaking wet opening, and he pushed forward. More, more, till he was fully immersed in you. The familiar feeling of being filled to the brim washing over you and you hummed into the kiss. The first thrust reminded you how much you loved his cock, deep inside you. Moving back and forth, his hips rolled against yours. Forced to break apart from the kiss, your moans echoed in the bedroom, bouncing off the walls. Jungkook dropped his head down next to yours.

“Fuck, you feel good..” he sighed.

You smiled hazily. His lips connected with your neck, sucking hard on your delicate skin. You loved when he marked you. Just the thought of being claimed as his and having to cover it up with make-up later today, your heart fluttered. Something about being his.

His thrusts got harder. His groin pushing against yours so vigorously, it sent shock waves up through your body, your breasts rocked up and down on your chest. Unable to control your voice, you heard yourself whimper, whine, moan into the air around you. All your bratty behaviour was out the door once he was inside you. Making you feel the way only he could.

“Yes. Yes, baby,” you eagerly encouraged him to keep going, feeling yourself get closer to yet another orgasm.

His lips finally let go of your neck. He was panting into your ear, letting you know how much he loved pounding your pussy in the early mornings. It wasn’t often your days off matched up. More often than not it was late night booty calls, drunk or sober. It was sexting, sending nudes, little teasers of what could be if you were together, anything to make the other cave and show up all hot and bothered.

“Don’t stop,” you begged through cries of pleasure, “Fuck me.”

“Shit.. Baby, I can’t,” he barely managed to get the words out, “Or I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum in me.”

Without slowing down, Jungkook raised his head up again, hovering above yours. His cloudy gaze searching for yours. Struggling to focus on anything at this very moment in time, too close to your climax, it took you a few seconds to get locked in on his eyes. You both knew that it was safe; you’d been on the pill for years, been strict with yourself to never forget a single one.

You nodded before surrendering to the inevitable and intense orgasm that completely took over your body; your lower abs flexing hard, curling your hips upwards, and a loud moan exploded from your throat. Like a bright glow of euphoria flashed through your entire body, goosebumps scattered across your bare skin. But he kept going — Harder. Faster. His thrusts getting sloppier and more irregular; you knew he was about to cum. Your blurry vision cleared up and you took in every inch of his face as his jaw slowly dropped, his eyes closed, and his forehead rested against yours.

You felt his breathing picking up, low whimpers joining in before he climaxed; loud, raspy sounds coming from him as he pushed into you, his cock fully engulfed in your warmth, shooting robes of cum deep inside you. You’d never felt closer to Jungkook than you did right now.

Your breath hitched when you felt him move again, slowly, carefully, coming down from his high. You caught his lips in a tender kiss. He smiled.

“What?” you inquired.

“Nothing.”

You both let out sighs of relief and finality as he pulled out. Temporarily robbed of his strength, Jungkook only barely manages to lift himself up and move to the side, plopping down beside you on the bed. You both took a minute to calm down and recover before you turned your head in his direction.

His hair was damp, a few rebellious strands sticking to his forehead. Cheeks flushed and bodies glistening with a thin layer of sweat, the bed burning beneath you, there was no wish to snuggle. Instead you reached out for his hand, feeling bold as you held it in yours. Jungkook’s eyes dashed to look down at your hands before turning their attention to yours.

“Hand holding?” he sounded confused.

“Yeah. Why not?”

He chuckled. “I didn’t know you were into that.”

“Oh, I see,” you quickly let go of his hand again, exaggerating your pout, “Well, if you don’t want to I’ll just — “

“No, shut the fuck up,” Jungkook laughed and his hand rushed to grab yours again, taking a good hold of it, and pulling it towards himself. You felt a cheesy grin form across your features.

“Okay okay, relax,” you teased. Your heart doing a mini somersault. Maybe you had another secret. One weren’t sure you even dared to share with yourself. Could you really look at yourself in the mirror if you accepted the truth? Would Jungkook ever wanna look at you again the way he did now? Was it worth the risk?

“You’re annoying as all hell,” he tried to deny what his smile could not hide.

“You love me,” you oozed confidence, covering up your racing thoughts and pounding heart with a cheeky wink. He rolled his eyes and looked away, but only for a moment. He looked back and your eyes met.

“You love me too.”

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