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06: practice run | violet | jjk smau

Series: violet

Pairing: Jungkook x fem. reader

Genre: smut

Word Count: 2228

Warnings: unprotected sex, cursing, dirty talking, oral sex (fem receiving – face riding), very slight begging, finger sucking, slight breast play, cream pie

Written: 17, 19, 25, 26 August 2021

Edited: 18 January 2022

A/N: this can be read as a stand-alone!

“Okay, so…”

“You seemed so confident five minutes ago, what happened?” You snorted, seeing Jungkook sit stiffly on your bed. You would not say you were awkward, no, but perhaps a bit nervous? After all, you had never expected Jungkook to respond with such enthusiasm, much less show up at your room in less than five minutes, especially since he was not even in the apartment when you asked him to film with you.

“I’m still confident,” He scowled, leaning back against your pillows in an attempt to seem relaxed, but his stiffened posture exposed him. “You said you wanted to discuss it.”

“I mean, we need to talk about this before we do anything. There’s money involved, and I’m not going to fuck first and talk about cash second.” You responded, logic on your side for once. Looking over at Jungkook, you sighed when you saw the slight flush on his neck. Regardless, you carried on, ironing out the finer details of this arrangement.

“I sent you a screenshot of what I was commissioned to do,” You began, looking around for your phone in case he did not see it. “Are you comfortable with doing that?”

A faint hum came from your bed, indicating Jungkook was fine with blowing your back out.

“Good. Anyway, I’ll split the commission – obviously – so I’m either going to need your banking details, or –”

“Do you want this to be a once-off thing?” He interrupted, snuggling into your pillows as he stared at you. “Like filming with me?”

“I… Well… Yes?” Not really having a proper answer for him ended up with you responding unsurely. “I know you’re doing this as a favour to me, and I appreciate it, so I won’t constantly bother you to film with me.”

“What if I like it? Will you let me film with you more? For your normal videos, I mean, not for your live streams,” Cocking your head to the side, not really knowing how he knew the difference between the types of videos on your channel, you stared at him until he looked at you, confused because of your lack of response. “What?”

“How do you know so much about my channel?”

“How do you think I know so much about your channel?” He scoffed, drily. “I don’t understand how you filmed all those videos without me hearing anything. I feel like I need to get my ears checked.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to film this?” Jungkook asked for the umpteenth time, rubbing your knee comfortingly. If anything, it seemed to increase the weird feeling in the pit of your stomach, anxiety gnawing at you from within.

“Yeah, I feel like we should get a practice run in –” Panicking at your less-than-tasteful analogy, you abruptly cut yourself off, making him snort. “I didn’t mean to compare you to sport,”

“It’s okay,” He murmured, kissing down your neck, making you hitch your breath. “I need to get to know your body. You’re so fucking hot in your videos, I’ll never pass up the opportunity to hear your pretty moans in real life.”

“Jungkook?” Although you mumbled, your shock evident was as he pulled off his shirt, toned body coming into view. Giving you a noncommittal hum as he pushed off your shirt, he went back to your neck, kissing and sucking lightly on your still-covered breasts. “I didn’t think your mouth would be so filthy,”

You felt him smirk on your skin, nipping at the sensitive flesh before running over the slight indent with his tongue.

“And I didn’t think you’d be able to cum five times in half an hour, but I guess we can still surprise each other,” He teased, large hands working on the button of your shorts, pushing the denim down, revealing the tiniest thong Jungkook had ever seen. He groaned, just the thought of you walking around the apartment in this, seemingly so innocent, already had him so hard.

“How many videos have you seen?” You asked out of curiosity, allowing Jungkook to place you on your hands and knees, his body lightly pressed against you as you used this new position to grind your ass against his crotch. Jungkook returned the action, his clothed, hardened length pressing against the tip of your clit, a moan threatening to slip out of your mouth.

“A few,” He murmured, grinding against you hard one last time, before pulling away and peeling off your thong, strings of arousal clinging to your pussy lips before snapping. The visual alone was almost enough to make Jungkook moan, and it took an embarrassing amount of restraint for him to not fuck you right then.

Before he could even think about sinking his cock into your velvety depths, he laid down on your bed, pulling you down so your thighs were straddling his face. The quick tug shocked you, a yelp leaving you as your hands simultaneously grabbed his hair.

“Have you ever ridden someone’s face, Y/N?” He murmured, kissing the soft skin of your thighs. In response, you shook your head, causing Jungkook to smirk, knowing he was about to introduce you to an entire new world of pleasure.

Licking up your already leaking slit, he forced himself to swallow his own groan, your delectable essence engulfing his taste buds. Jungkook used his rough palms to keep your core pressed against his tongue, his lips wrapped around your sensitive clit.

Your hands subconsciously buried in his messy hair, tugging on it when he suckled your clit just right. This small action was enough to make Jungkook groan; knowing he was the one giving you pleasure (and not those stupid little toys) made him throw all his tentativeness out the window, an almost feral persona overcoming him.

“Kook…”

God, he was not leaving your room with his sanity intact. Hearing small, barely concealed whimpers leave your lips, because of him, made him to press you harder against his mouth, forcing you to grind against his tongue, slick smeared across his lips and chin.

“Feel good?” He asked, voice gruff and muffled against your mound. Nodding, mouth too slack to give him a proper answer, your eyes shut on its own accord.

Suddenly, Jungkook flipped you onto your back, his mouth still ravishing you, hands still pushing your thighs apart. Within seconds, his fingers were buried in you, making your back arch, pushing your breasts into the air.

Jungkook smirked, your eyes screwed shut while he fucked you open, making sure he would not be splitting you open with his cock in just a few minutes.

Meanwhile, you were focused on not coming on his digits, the pleasure threatening to engulf your entire being. Eventually, your chest started rising erratically, your cunt threatening to spasm and make you fall over the edge.

“I don’t want to cum on your fingers,” You mumbled, tugging on his hair. “Fuck me with your cock, please?”

Never in a million years did Jungkook think he would ever have you in this position: eyes half closed; hands tangled in his hair while you beg him to make you cum on his dick. Just the sight of you could have made him ravenous with lust, but he reminded himself that he still had to prioritise you.

“Want my cock, Y/N?” Jungkook murmured, slipping his fingers out of your dripping centre and into your mouth, urging you to consume your juices. With your mouth full, and tongue working around his digits, you nodded, using your hands to push his sweatpants off his hips. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth, using his free hand to palm the bulge in his boxers before he cursed. “Hold on, let me fetch a condom from my room –”

“I’m clean and on birth control,” You stopped him, core pulsing pathetically as he continued to run his hand over his dick.

“I’m clean too.” He was quick to reassure, turning back to you, pulling his boxers low enough so that his cock sprung free, the bulbous tip hitting his tummy. Seeing his toned, muscular physique and happy trail that led to his cock made your mouth salivate with want, which must have shown on your face because Jungkook immediately chuckled. “God, you’re dangerous.”

His words made you smirk, a weird, unidentifiable feeling slowly creeping up your body. Reaching your hand down to his length, you tugged on it a few times, using the clear, sticky precum to lubricate your palm, the jerking action smooth and tight enough to make Jungkook groan into your ear.

Your roommate, whose voice you have heard more than anyone else for the past handful of years, has never sounded this enticing. Lining him up at your weeping entrance, you quickly realised just how thick he was, your lust clouding your senses earlier, not taking notice of how heavy he felt in your hand.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked, controlling his panting breaths, as he looked into your eyes. For some reason – and even though you had held his eye contact probably millions of times – it made your heartbeat quicken. Nodding (albeit shyly), you placed your hand on his bulging bicep, receiving a comforting smile in return.

Without prolonging your wait any further, he pushed into you slowly, his cock pushing open your slippery walls in all the best ways. Jungkook did not give you time to adjust by stopping completely, instead he never lost motion, even though he did move maddeningly slow. There were no words exchanged, just low groans, muffled moans and quiet curses. He rested his forehead against your shoulder, placing gentle nips on your collarbone while he inhaled your sugary-sweet scent.

“Can I go faster?” He mumbled, eyes shut as your cunt hugged him snuggly, the wet sounds made as he thrust into you deeply resounding through the entire room.

“God, yes, please.” You answered, voice airy yet strained, trying to keep your composure as his length prodded your g-spot.

Immediately, Jungkook sat up on his knees, pulling your legs over his shoulders and began ploughing into you. Catching you off-guard, you whimpered, your core fluttering around his length and pulsing even more frantically with each stroke.

His large hands gripped your waist and hips tightly, holding you in place so that he could fuck you freely, without forcing you to slide up the bed with every thrust. Speaking of the bed, it was squeaking dangerously, every skilled thrust coming out of Jungkook making the creaking louder... Maybe you should have down this in his room.

“Y/N,” Jungkook moaned, head thrown back in pleasure as his thumb rubbed your clit hard, making you arch your back, your orgasm almost within reach. “Fuck, you’re clenching so tight, I can’t –”

“I’m close!” You warned, hand pathetically trying to ground yourself by holding on his which was still rubbing circles into your bud. Your other hand subconsciously creeping to your chest, nimble fingers tugging and palming your breasts, hoping to achieve more pleasure.

“Cum for me?” Jungkook pleaded, eyes fixed on where you were touching yourself, his thrusts unknowingly getting rougher and harder.

All too soon, between his cock, fingers and your own fingers, you felt yourself stiffen, body spasms as you climaxed hard on his length. Soft moans and whimpers filled the air, Jungkook seeing your orgasms fully through by continuing to shallowly thrust into your spasming core.

“Where?” He grunted, thighs shaking from the effort of continuously moving despite being a hairsbreadth away from his own high. “Your pussy is so good, fuck, I can’t hold on, Y/N, please.”

“In me. Cum in me.” You whimpered, your sensitivity reaching a breaking point as you felt Jungkook’s length twitch. “Want your cum, Kook, please. I want to watch it leak out my pussy –”

Before you could finish your sentence, Jungkook swore, gripping your waist tight, his cock pumping cum into you.

Once you were sure he was down from his high, you dropped your knees down from his shoulders, sighing in relief as blood rushed through your legs again, and pulled Jungkook down so that he was laying down next to you.

Whilst both of you caught your breath, you could not help but notice one of Jungkook’s hands still holding onto your waist, his grip just as tight as earlier. He buried his face in your neck, this action making you blush for some reason, despite him doing it daily.

You were so lost in your own thoughts (namely: why is this making me blush?) that you did not hear him speak to you until he gently pinched your waist.

“Did I fuck you stupid? Why aren’t you answering?” He teased, lifting his head up from your neck to inspect your expression. Scoffing at his words, you retaliated by tugging on his hair, to which he smirked. “Be careful, I’m into that.”

“What did you ask me earlier?” You redirected the conversation, ignoring the feeling that came with imagining you dominating Jungkook. That will just not be unpacked right now.

“I asked if I got the role.” He asked in all seriousness, laughing only when you groaned and buried your face in the palm of your hand. “I’m seriously asking, maybe you want a second audition –”

“You literally just came and you’re already planning a second round? You’re hornier than me.”

06: practice run

violet | jjk smau

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