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Insatiable (Jungkook x Reader)
Word Count: 7.0k(ish)
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Rating: Mature/Explicit
Warnings: drinking (one drink), oral sex (female receiving), tongue fucking/clit sucking, dirty talk, orgasms (lots for her, wet and squirting, and his), rough/intense sex, standing doggy style sex/missionary sex, spanking (with cock), hair pulling, praise/body worship, filmed fucking/sex, Jungkook is a kinky boy, unprotected sex, creampie, talking about watching porn/confessions of watching porn and porn preferences, director Jungkook, questionable ethical stuff (you're both working at same place and he's above you).
If I forgot some, I'm sorry.
Genre: Strangers to lovers, PwP
AUs: CEO BTS
Summary: Once with Jungkook isn't enough. There's a reason they all talk about him and keep trying to come back. You're about to experience more of him than most get.
Author’s Note: I got a serious wild hair to write ANOTHER CEO AU Jungkook installment because my god he's HOT. He wouldn't quit hanging around in my brain. I finally got out of horny jail with this one.
I didn't do much of a proof-read. I tried to catch typos. Ignore if you find any. It ain't perfect but it's about the action.
This continues the adventure from Impress You.
Enjoy and suffer with me. Also please tell Jungkook to leave me alone now.
Thank you for reading, giving kudos/likes, or even reblogs (if you feel it's worthy).
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“So you’re telling me you’ve seen his place?”
The incredulous look wasn’t offensive, which was good because you’d never seen your friend look more shocked AND jealous. It was nice to be the subject of envy like this. Usually SHE had the tales to tell when it came to this kind of thing.
You studied her expression, quietly basking in it before you spoke, leaned closer to her to be sure she could hear over the impressive din of the club music.
“Yep. Spent the night too. I could tell you what the kitchen looks like.”
You could tell her A LOT of the layout about Jungkook’s place, but the way her eyes shone when she pulled back, you knew exactly what room was highest on her list of want-to-know.
“I don’t know, Y/n. What if you’re bullshitting? You know how many girls in our office want to see this guy’s place…his—” She trailed off, tucking a straw between her lips then tightening them salaciously around the red shape. As they slid down slowly, her lids lowered.
She was thirsty and it wasn’t just for the mimosa in her glass. You loved it. She was lost in that hazy what-if, her hormones taking her miles away until you reached across the table and patted the nearer hand.
“I’m not. I promise. I don’t have photo proof but—” You didn’t finish, taking a sip of your drink. There wasn’t much left, but what you’d already consumed was going straight to your head, leaving your senses sparkly and light.
You’d never felt so relaxed.
You took a scan of the surroundings, then focused on the dance floor. It seemed like hundreds of shadowing forms swayed, bounced and shimmied to the beat. Quietly humming along, your toes tapped against the floor.
Your friend’s daggering stare went mostly unnoticed.
“Y/n..”
“Hmm?” You barely looked. Enough to get that face pinched with curiosity into your peripherals. The more she sat there looking openly curious and eager for the meat of the story, the bigger your pride and ego swelled.
“You should go to his place again. I want a memento. GOD I want to know what it was like. Why won’t you tell me?”
“You saw the look on my face the next day at work. I think it was pretty clear.”
“Yeah I did. I suck at filling in the blanks. We’re work friends and you kind of..owe me.”
“Doubt that.” You were in no shame to do the calculus required to figure out how she was owed ANY level of information. Voluntary information. Instead you grinned, then tipped the remains of the drink down your throat. Empty glass on the table, with an authoritative thunk, you turned towards the dancefloor.
“It’s getting late. One more dance, then we’ll go home.”
Your friend’s shoulders slumped. She would have to like not getting the full story, just yet. She took your extended hand, pout fully displayed and ineffective as you tugged her off her seat to stand.
“Don’t be like that.” She mumbled as you tugged her closer and looked ahead to quietly navigating a way through the sea of bodies separating you from the dance floor.
“I think you’ll survive this grave disappointment.” No one had ever died from lack of debriefing, you decided. Your friend wouldn’t be the first. It had to be some kind of misconduct anyway and you probably shouldn’t REALLY share even as much as you had.
“Hmmph.” She mumbled and followed you closely as you made your way. When you paused again, at the edge of the dancefloor, she spoke once more. “If it were ME…I’d have proof.”
But it wasn’t you. It was me. Even if it was once, that fact carried you. Inhaling, your head spun as you lurched forward, slipping through the crowd.
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You couldn’t blame the drink as you watched the indicator over the elevator door, creeping slowly with the twinning ding. Facts were facts: you’d gotten back to the apartment building and you’d gotten onto this elevator.
Pressed the button with full knowledge and less hesitation than you’d ever had. Finally the car stopped as this ding resounded. The doors opened and you stepped out into the hall.
This wasn’t your floor. It was his.
You peered down the length of space stretching away, to that door. That familiar number. You’d been thinking about Jungkook since you’d left the club. Or maybe before you even got there, but until leaving the urge hadn’t been loud enough you couldn’t think.
Walking quietly, you headed for his door and stopped in front of it. For a moment you stared into the shining ebony of the door’s surface. Gold numbers. Gold knob. Your hand clenched as you raised it and rapped knuckles just center of the door.
It was quiet. Maybe too quiet–for a moment nothing happened as you stood. Staring. Almost making your own shape out against the light bouncing off from overhead. Your door didn’t look like this. Even the carpeting in this hall was a bit nicer.
What a difference two floors made.
And what a contrast, when the door finally opened.
Jungkook’s face was even as he came into view. That changed when he saw you. For a moment you locked eyes, then it began at his mouth: the creeping curve at both ends. The low lids rising and the brows too, disappearing under the shaggy mess of his bangs.
His head canted, hips tilting the other way just a touch.
Much more noticeable in the fitted joggers. Your memory of his body was coming much clearer studying his upper body in a semi-fitted t-shirt. Of course he was barefooted–you’d be the same way at home.
Jungkook’s eyes took down your body, then came back up and he locked eyes again.
“Y/n.” He finally drawled, flashing a bigger grin. The pierced brow arched sharply. “What’s up?”
“I remembered where you lived.”
Jungkook chuckled. “Not a challenge since we live in the same building. These doors DO look alike, though. Well done.”
You loved how he kept looking at your chest. The low cut of the front revealed enough of the tops of both breasts and the warmth of the club had added a dewy layer that the muggy night outside hadn’t eradicated.
You inhaled on purpose, tossing your hair. That made his nostrils flare. It felt good to be flirty. You’d not done it in so long and Jungkook being as bold as he’d been in the elevator before–the memory dogged you all night. Emboldened you now.
Along with the image of your friend’s eager eyes, flaring as you told her nothing but remembered it all.
It seemed Jungkook was in the same mental place, his pupils wider as he slipped back a step, letting his door swing open enough.
“You didn’t go out tonight?”
You’d state the obvious and nodded when Jungkook affirmed with a bob of the head. His hair looked a little more fluffy and messy. You wondered if he’d showered. Then your mind seized on the image of his skin, wet and twisting as he rubbed his limbs, soaping up long stretches of muscled skin.
“Nope. Not in the mood.” He turned half away, forearm braced into the door frame, slowly looking towards the inside of his place. From your spot in the hallway, you could see right into the space.
You saw the edge of the couch from before. The sharp corner of that coffee table. Your pussy throbbed in heat, then pressure kept in.
“Looks like you did.”
“Yeah. It was alright.” You sighed. Waited a moment, watching Jungkook’s profile, lit up by light flashing from further into the space. Like he had the TV on and was doing the lazy kind of thing you usually did on any given night.
You’d absolutely expected him to be out tonight too.
“You’re done for the night?” He asked, finally looking back. He said nothing at how his door was almost fully open now. A cinnamony heaven scent rolled from the interior of his space, washing over you.
You wanted to groan when Jungkook swallowed, lips parting as he glanced at your legs.
“I guess. You…want some company?”
That made Jungkook straighten and he tossed his head this time.
“Mnn…I could use the company. Been wondering when you’d come back.”
“When?” You blinked, then smirked. “What makes you think I would?” He wasn’t wrong, but you asked anyway. You DARED him to explain himself.
Jungkook laughed softly, then motioned to you in the doorway. “..Here you are. I didn’t call or text.”
“True.” You replied. “...Is it okay?” Jungkook didn’t leave time for doubt to creep in. Or self consciousness, as he leaned away further and beckoned with the two fingers.
“More than ‘Okay’. Come…” Tightness seized your walls when he growled the word, coupled with the haze in his eyes as he leveled a glare under the lines of his brows. “Been waiting for you..”
“Yeah?”
“Mnhmm.” He hummed as you stepped over the threshold. The door shut at your back and the lock clicked. A moment later Jungkook crept up to your back, chest brushing. Firm. Warm, like his breath on your nape. “...Knew you’d be back.”
Fuck ME…I can’t believe how good he sounds without doing anything. You might be in trouble but right now? The concern or hesitation was buried so far down. Whatever you wanted, Jungkook was open to it all, it seemed.
A risk this high was paying an even higher reward.
You wanted to lean back into Jungkook but resisted, letting the tremble out through twitching fingers, arms at your sides.
He came around and faced you, then held out a hand. When you took it, he started to back up.
“If you’re going to be up a little longer..we can hang out?” You suggested, cheeks fiery. Jungkook bangs danced with his nod. “..Looks like you could show me how you spend your evenings at home, since you’re not the clubbing type.”
“I’m an everything type.”
He tugged you firmly, making a delightful stumble as you tipped forward and fell into a pace matching his backward stroll. His expression disappeared as shadows engulfed his retreating form. Soon you slipped into the darkened hall beyond the door, heading for the light at the far end.
The way he was dressed, you doubted he might have anything exciting in pocket, but you’d accept the dare. Afterall, you’d shown up at HIS door. Basically propositioned him this time. And like before, Jungkook wasn’t backing down.
In fact he was all too happy to snap up the offer. You steeled yourself, chin lifting, staring at his haloed form in the approaching light deeper inside his place–the glow growing step by step.
“..Down to show you just how much..”
His grip tightened and your mouth watered. You wanted every inch of this tatted, youthful body wrapped around you. The dam was going to break and Jungkook was looking very much like he wanted nothing more than to bust it himself.
As he was at work and the first time you’d been with him, he was consistent: fearless. Eager. Determined, with fire in his eyes. Left you without doubt. He could more than handle whatever came his way.
Jungkook let go of your hand as you both entered the living room space, but he kept walking, heading towards the hallway.
Your eyes went to the TV and you noted a screensaver filling the wide screen. When Jungkook paused at the hall’s end and looked back at you, you motioned to the television.
“..Were you watching something? We can finish the show you turned on..”
The way Jungkook’s smile faded as his gaze moved to there, then returned to you, it had you holding your breath. Butterflies tittered in your belly when he shrugged.
“Same old stuff. Would rather have some fun with you.”
“I mean I’m down for a show..” You tried to be tactful.
Not that you’d come over to binge watch some mindless show with him. A hot guy like Jungkook, letting you in his place, just to spend an evening watching some crappy Netflix produced schlock? You’d be the dumbest woman on the planet if you really did that.
Jungkook paused again, then turned around to face you entirely. You watched his fingers traced the doorway frame, his eyes following the tips of those digits rising slowly.
“It’s not a show.” He paused, tongue prodding the inside of one cheek. He waited long enough you almost asked, then intentionally fixed his stare right into your eyes. “..You’d watch with me?”
“I mean, yeah. Why not? I like watching pretty much anything.” You were fibbing a bit but anything, cuddled close to Jungkook? That was a fair trade–and then some. You added a nod.
“It’s not kid’s stuff.”
“Of course not.” You chortled. “You aren’t a kid.”
“Mnnn.” He inhaled, then worked the inside of the other cheek. His hand dropped from the door frame and he beckoned you closer. You came close enough his touch found your chin, guiding your head back so he could peer down.
Your belly tensed. Jungkook spread your lips with a stroke of his thumb and whine slipped free. He wedged the pad down and pulled skin wider as his mouth opened more.
“I can tell you what I was watching and YOU can tell me if you still want to watch. Deal?” You did nod too much, desperate to keep his touch exactly where it was. “Good.” Pearly whites flashed, shining almost as much as that piercing near one corner of his lower lip. He was making you flood and he just did bare minimum.
“I was watching porn.”
“P…porn?” You gasped. Jungkook’s thumb dipped into your mouth and you resisted the urge to suck. He painted the wet fingertip across your lips and leaned closer. Enough the tips of his bangs ghosted your t zone.
“Mmnhm. You watch porn too?”
“Yeah.” Admitting it to someone as sexy as Jungkook? Imagining him splayed here on his couch, cupping himself as he studied some beautiful woman’s undoing on a professional cock? Arousal roared.
You couldn’t ponder it for long or you’d make even more noise. And it might be a bit too much, even for the most patient and turn-a-blind-eye neighbors.
“Fuck that’s so sexy… I like that.” He purred, then stole a side long glare at the television. Instead of moving to the couch, he straightened. One side of his mouth ratcheted higher. A truly cheeky grin. Devilish, even.
“If I told you they were videos I made, would that change your opinion?”
“You made—you film yourself fucking?” It was moot to ask when you knew that’s exactly what he meant.
“Yes.”
“That wouldn’t change things.” You replied, barely managing to speak for the pressure in your chest. Your pussy was fully aching, now. The end result of thinking about Jungkook’s stroke game since waking up this morning. You weren’t in any less pain.
Jungkook studied the glossy tip of his thumb after it came out of your mouth a second time, then he painted a straight line down your chin and finally released you, speaking.
“I like something to remember my partners by. Not all of them, of course. If that’s not your thing, I don’t fault anyone for that.”
“Who said it wasn’t?” You retorted, heart thundering. You’d never explored that with anyone but you’d watched enough POV movies that the curiosity and interest was there. Something about the personal nature of the homegrown, POV aspects really did it for you.
Your core fluttered as Jungkook combed his hair back, jaw firm and flexing in a delightful energy.
“What are you saying, Y/n?” You didn’t reply, doing your best smirk in spite of a tremble in your lips. Jungkook’s smile fell. Suddenly he looked serious, but SO sexy, the way his lids sat low again. A growl rippled in his chest.
“I think you know.”
“Do I?” Jungkook took a longer look at the couch, then the hallway, then you. “You want to make a video with me?”
Ding ding. “We’ll have fun?” You could safely assume it wasn’t a concern you needed to have. He’d see it as a challenge he could meet with his eyes closed, having figured out enough about Jungkook’s drive to be the best.
“Promise.” With a laugh, he nodded.
“...And you’ll give me a copy?”
“Fuck…Y/n…” From the way his lids fluttered and his Adam’s apple jerked, you’d gotten him good. The swallow was hard and audible. No lying to yourself: it felt GREAT to surprise Jeon Jungkook.
He chewed his lip for a moment, then finally nodded.
“Yeah.. As many as you want.”
“Just need one.” You smiled. “Maybe I’ll watch it later and—”
He groaned. “Jesus… Stop. You’re killing me.”
“Maybe YOU’ll watch it later–” You gestured to the TV, the screensaver sending pulses of color across the walls and ceiling. “..On here?”
Wouldn’t that be the ultimate compliment: Jungkook stroking himself, eyes and entire consciousness fixed on your performance, preserved for all time digitally and replaying before him.
To inspire the same feelings and the same end.
Jungkook’s hands were at the bottom of his shirt, gathering the fabric as he slowly paced backwards, down the hall.
“I guarantee I will.”
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The bedroom door was left open as Jungkook came in after you.
At a loss where to go, you stood somewhere in the middle. Something looked different about the space but you couldn’t quite put a finger on exactly what it was. You supposed it didn’t matter, hearing Jungkook soft humming as he walked to the standing mirror by the farthest corner from the doorway.
As he watched himself in the mirror, he peeled off his shirt and you took a shameless look at his naked back. Just as muscled as you remembered. He half folded the shirt and laid it atop the dresser, then checked you over his shoulder.
“You’ve never done this before?”
“No.” Lacking something to do with your hands, you fidgeted for a bit, picking at the hem of your dress skirt. Slowly you stepped out of your heels. You figured if Jungkook wanted you in those, he’d have said so before you got into this room.
“Take a seat on the bed, at the end.” Jungkook spoke as he walked by again,heading for a large closet. A walk-in style, as you watched him turn the light on and step inside. Impressive enough, the way rods with garments neatly on hangers disappeared from view, wrapping into the depths, when you leaned a little to peek.
By the time he came back out, camcorder in hand, you were sitting pretty. As you watched, he approached a tripod nearby. He moved it nearer, but just out of reach. Your legs crossed. A delightful tightness returned–a nice change from the dull throb you’d been suffering under.
He WASN’T kidding when he said he liked to film. The man had a setup going, at least. Still amateur enough, but passionate.
Jungkook turned to face you, smile returning as he opened the LCD screen, then thumbed a button on that same side. A small indicator light on the side lit up, first red, then green. The whirring sound of mechanical focus carried faintly over.
He glared into the small screen, tugging at his lower lip with a gentle bite as a groan erupted.
“I’m glad I get to do this with you, Y/n.” He spoke to you without looking up, still focused on what he saw in that tiny square of a screen.
Somehow that turned you on more but shyness was enough you stared at your knees. They bobbed as you bounced them for a moment.
This time Jungkook’s tone was more soothing. A few levels deeper and clear–he spoke up.
“Look at me. Look here..” When you looked ahead to him, right into the camera, his chin tilted. “Mmhmmm. Good. Now—” He stepped closer and knelt. You couldn’t help noticing how the joggers tightened so nicely over his muscled thighs. Your thighs squeezed together, completely without awareness on your part.
“---Say your name, for me.”
“Y/n..” You murmured.
“Y/n… My beautiful friend. We’ve met before, haven’t we?”
You nodded.
“And did you have a good time, last time?”
“Yeah.” You inhaled, then let a quiet moan slip. Why was this making you beyond perma-tight? You’d tried to inhale but couldn’t take a full breath.
“Mnnnn..I did too. You have a beautiful body. Can you stand up? I want to see it.” He held out his free hand to assist and you took it. As he raised your arm to spin you, the camcorder moved down, panning the length of your body.
He hovered at your ass when your back was to him.
“You have an immaculate ass too.” He took another step back and squatted again. “Can I see? Show me?” His voice was thick with arousal.
You wanted to grab and feel how hard he must be–if it was anything like his tone implied.
You lifted the skirt enough, bringing it higher until it sat at your waist. Underneath the lines of your panties cut an alluring line over the rounds of both cheeks. You heard Jungkook’s wavering groan. More whirring as he zoomed in.
His touch followed one side of your panties, drawing back before he reached the crease of your thigh.
“So..fucking BEAUTIFUL. Look at that shape. Love it.” He paused, then slipped a finger under the panty line, gently guiding it towards the valley between your cheeks. “..How do you like to be fucked?”
“Jungkook..” You mewled as your core clenched. He moved the other side of your panties inwards too, until the material was a semi-thong, right up the center. You already felt soaked and this was going to finish the job, the way the material was tight over your folds and aching clit.
“Tell me, baby.” He breathed. “...Wanna know so I can give you this dick the way you want it. You DO want my cock, don’t you?”
“Yes.” You moaned, bouncing a little. Your ass jiggled faintly and Jungkook palmed himself as you watched. He bit his lip harder this time, then gave you a playful swat.
“Goddamn…Answer me. I can’t handle it when you do that.”
“I like missionary..and doggy.”
“What a coincidence. So do I..” He grinned, then slowly stood up and moved back again as you turned to face him. “...You mind if I taste you a little?”
“Would I mind? God..please.” You whimpered.
“Strip off and get on there..” He pointed to the bed.
You lost the dress in an eager shimmy, then the panties, nudging the clothing pile away enough. Jungkook stepped in when you sat down again and laid out flat.
It felt right when Jungkook knelt between your knees, gripped your hips and moved your body higher. Just enough only your calves hung off.
He stroked a palm up your side, studying you, still through the screen. You loved the focus and how it was centered right between his brows, a line forming there. He was so..into this. Into YOU. You’d never felt this wet so quickly. Every breath your insides twisted too.
As he caressed and squeezed your flesh, feeling your hip and ass with his free hand, he leaned over between your legs and laid the camcorder down near your other side, aiming the lens at your face.
Then he slid back down and smoothed both hands up the insides of your thighs. “Nice and wide…” Your knees widened, opening your center. His brows rose as he gazed down into the sodden mess.
“Is it…okay?” You mused out loud, worried for a moment.
Should you be embarrassed having him so focused so closely? But you couldn’t dig up any actual shame. And Jungkook’s brief moan told you it was completely unfounded.
His thumbs pressed into your labia on either side, pulling you apart.
“Oh my fucking GOD baby.. Look at you… shit..” A loud groan boomed, washing your sex in pure heat. He was almost tender, tracing a finger along your lips, stalling shy of entering you.
Then his face came down and the tip of his tongue prodded you open. Immediately it sent a current of pleasure through you. That feeling expended, like your folds when Jungkook lapped you hard, picking up pace.
Soon he was wetly licking you. The pitch of sound rose to a keen as he shook his head slowly. Sucked at your clit when he reached the top, then released and dove back down.
The more into his work he got, the more your thighs shook. His arms wrapped over both, coordinating with your body to keep you down, pulling as your hips lifted his tongue stabbed. The muscle fucked into your opening firmer.
Slowly the world melted away as your chest arched more. He moaned somewhere far below, between the pillars of your convulsing thighs. You were floating. Falling. Spinning. Your head rolled, profile pressed into sheets.
When you spasmed hard and shrieked, Jungkook pulled back reluctantly.
Then he reached across you, collecting the camcorder and stood.
“...Feels like you’re ready, Y/n. You’ve got the sweetest, juiciest pussy I’ve ever tasted. Anyone ever tell you that?”
You lifted your head, seeing Jungkook filming down at you, big, shining grin. Chin glistening. He looked so good you almost couldn’t speak, but you sputtered enough of a response.
“N..no.”
“Well I’m telling you.” He nodded down, moving the camcorder down, aiming right between your legs. So close you worried the heat was going to fog the lens. “..Spread it open. Show me how wet you are. All for me..”
You barely managed to do it, fingers shaking as they plied slick glazed flesh. Not all the wetness was Jungkook’s saliva. Most of it was you. And that blew your mind.
“You’re trembling, baby..” He cooed. His hand was steady–impressive, considering he had to be worked up as much. Jungkook was better at controlling his body. You were in trouble but you didn’t care.
“Mhmm.”
“Why?” He inquired, breathless. “Say why..”
“B..because you. You did it. Your tongue..lips.. You made me feel SO good..”
“That’s right…” He chuckled. “I did. I made you this way. Can’t help it with a perfect little hole like this. Can’t wait to fuck you. You think you’re ready?”
You’d been ready the moment he touched you in the living room. But this was part of the game. You saw it in movies like this before. Now you understood why the girls sounded so fragile. You FELT like you’d burst if he made you wait much longer.
“Okay baby..” His fingers traced over the back of your fingers, then your knuckles. He grasped your wrist and gently tugged your hand away. You moved the other one too, both falling to the bed on either side of your hips.
“Lift your legs.” He instructed quietly, patting your shin until your knees hitched and bent, thighs high and wide. It relieved some pressure to be spread like this, but that would only last so long.
Jungkook shuffled, one hand working to get his sweats down to his thighs, then he stepped out enough. Kicked them across the room, never taking his eyes off your splayed body. His cock bobbed, slapping his belly softly, rocking vertical.
You saw the glimmering tip and knew: precum. For days—a trickle trail descending the underside. Seeing it had you fisting the sheets, wanting so badly to sit up and lick it all right back to where it came from. Instead you shuddered.
Jungkook’s fingers circled low on his shaft and he stroked briefly, listening to your tiny whines and whimpers. You twisted a little, breathing shallow. It was agony but he was still smiling.
The camcorder angled down, right to your pussy, in tandem with the moment the head of his cock dragged along your folds, then nested into that ring of muscle. You fluttered, throat flexing in a cry.
A weighted thump as Jungkook's cock spanked you briefly with a hissing 'Shhhhhh'.
“You’ve been so patient, Y/n. Wanna fuck a little? You deserve it.”
Jungkook finally ended the misery, leaning in with his weight to breach you. Your folds immediately melted apart like butter and he sank in deep. It was a single stroke–silky and hot. Tight, but pushing you wide open. Your knees jerked as your head kicked back.
Jungkook exhaled, low. Pulled back slowly, then pushed in with more force. He didn’t go slow from there, setting a steady pace. He fucked you deep and firm, the camcorder barely rocking in his grip as he held it down over head, watching.
You needed this–and he hit deep.
“...G..god yes.” You whined, neck lines tight, twinging a little as you clenched hard, then softened and your thighs spread more. You wanted it all. MORE.
“M..More..” You howled.
Jungkook’s strokes picked up intensity. Soon the whisper of skin meeting became strikes–wet and loud. He drove himself steadily. More than a stroke a second. His breathing was unremarkable and calm, like he wasn’t pummeling your insides with every concerted thrust.
It was sending you places you’d never been, eyes screwed shut as your spine arched harder. It was sudden and new: you were cumming, mid thrust. Your body seized as bliss rushed through you.
Jungkook only slowed a little, cock easing back as he gulped a breath, watching a spurt of liquid chase his retreating cock. It trickled onto the bed. He waited a moment as you spasmed, then guided himself back in.
This time he leaned in a little more, bringing the camera down closer between his hips and yours. It was loud and sloppy, the movement of his cock stabbing into you. Your nails raked skin: your thighs. The forearm of his palm braced into the bed.
“Look at that.. Fuck baby…MORE..” He snarled, pounding you harder. It happened again and the world spun hard. Air left you in a long, wavering groan. He pulled out intentionally this time, watching another brief spurt of fluid strike his skin.
This time he chuckled.
“What’s that? What happened?”
Didn’t matter that he asked with a smile all over his tone. You didn’t care if this was rhetorical. You knew the role.
“I…keep cumming.” You bleated, not wanting to STOP cumming. Your head bobbed. “..S..squirting. Ca…can’t help it.” You nodded. You wanted more.
“Why?”
“Because you feel so fucking GOOD. Jungkook..please..” Your hips gyrated as he sawed himself over your soaked folds, teasing you with the pressure and the friction.
“..That’s a good girl… Love squirters like you. Hits your spot doesn’t it.. This cock?” He fed himself into you and drove his point home–along with the head of his perfect dick, deep and firm. Right into your g spot. Sparks shattered behind your eyes and you screamed out ‘Yes’.
It stung as your nails dragged. The savage pounding he gave you had your body frozen in a rigor of absolutely soul rending pleasure. You were on the verge of passing out when he slipped out and left you empty, pulsing with another orgasm you’d barely started.
A hand grasped along the back of your neck, pulling you up. He grasped your wrist next, bringing you to your feet, then turned you away from him. When you tried to stand for long, your knees shook, forcing you to plant both palms into the bed.
It seemed exactly what he wanted. Jungkook palmed your ass, then delivered a hard smack.
“Stay like that. Keep this pussy up for me, can you do that?” You couldn’t answer. Couldn’t even find the words–it was all a mess in your brain. Especially when his cock prodded you again. He filled you up, as deep as he could get.
It felt unholy, how deep he was. Everything inside you was clenched. Complete, pure perfection. You squeezed so tight and it scared you, how close you already felt, when his thrusts started again. Jungkook pumped into you–forceful. Energetic. Determined.
You couldn’t hear his breathing over the sound of his hips hitting you. But you loved it. Without a doubt, down to your soul. Your hand groped back, clutching at the muscle of his thigh.
You dug nails in and he groaned, slamming harder.
“Yes..” You barely gurgled. When he slowed in favor of force, you gasped out. “Fuck me harder.” Then repeated the demand in a yelp as your whole body shuddered. Rocked. Jostled as Jungkook’s cock tamped impossibly deep. Like he was plunging well past your womb, to your stomach.
This time you came so hard it buckled your knees, making you melt into the bed, shivering as he slipped free. A sprinkle of wetness was all that came from the enormous, gut wrenching contraction passing through. What little there was ran down your thighs, regardless.
Your upper body slumped into the bed as Jungkook’s palm screwed against the small of your back, then rose to your nape. He leaned into the pressure and let his fingers curl through your hair.
His cock blindly thrust until he entered you again.
He was stroking slow. Selfishly enjoying your wetness. Letting his sounds unfurl, loud and long.
“Beg for my cum…” He barked. “Fucking BEG for it..tell me you want it, baby.”
“God..Jungkook…cum inside me. Fill my pussy up…” You cried into the sheets, face awash in heat and sweat. Your teeth clattered as he savaged your pussy like a wild animal for a few more strokes, then drove deep and stilled.
The pulsing sensation rising up his shaft, stuffed deep into your pussy, told you he was giving you the load you wanted. You NEEDED this. You had to feel him trickling out later. Who cares if you might think about this and panic later.
Now was all that mattered.
For a few minutes you stayed bent at the waist, standing but semi-face down over the foot of the bed. When your eyes opened, you made out Jungkook carefully leaning into view, laying the camera nearby on the bed.
Then his face turned your way. He contoured himself over your back and hugged you with both arms, nosing along your shoulder. His skin was wet and smelled so sweet. A kiss pressed the column of your neck, then his mouth moved to your ear.
“Fuck..That was..so good. You feel me in that pussy? Bet I gave you every drop. You wanted it, didn’t you?”
You nodded, feeling like the word wobbled as your head moved. You swallowed, then croaked out a tired laugh. “Holy shit, Jungkook..”
“Hmm?” He added a kiss to the nearer corner of your mouth. You turned into it, hoping for more, but he didn’t indulge, choosing to stare into your eyes. His pupils looked like blackholes, so gone was this man.
“Felt…amazing.”
“You’re amazing. You like my cock?”
“I LOVE your cock.” You giggled. “You made me…squirt. Like…a lot.”
“And I got it on video. You’re a natural on camera, you know that?”
“Yeah?” It felt like the biggest ego boost in the world, coming from someone like Jungkook. He’d surpassed himself too.
It made sense, though. He was also like that at work, you’d heard AND now confirmed.
“Hell yeah.”
You wanted to ask for a kiss, but your brain was still too hazy. Jungkook studied your face as you noted the sweat along his temples and hairline. His neck too, the tattoos on his skin elevated by the shine of fluid.
“Jungkook..”
“What is it?”
“Can we…do another..one?”
His brows rose high enough to disappear under hair soaked at the tips, clinging on his skin. He groaned,a smile widening his features.
“A scene?”
“Is that what it’s called?”
“Yeah. A scene. You want to?” Of COURSE he knew the terminology. You were a newcomer--not that this was your introduction to a casting couch.
“I do. ..You went down on me. I want to return the favor.”
“Oh god, Y/n…I’d love it. You’d let me film it?”
“POV blowjobs are one of my favorite search terms, you know.” You teased. It was exciting to see the way his eyes lit up. He reduced his smile so that it was nearly gone, offering a subdued nod.
“And I love a good blowjob.”
With a cock like his? Jungkook deserved to know how much you’d been wanting to try out deep throat. This man made you want to try it ALL, and if he wanted to film every step? You could learn to really appreciate seeing yourself on film–and as sexy as he did.
“I think you’ll find how good I am at that.”
“I have my suspicions.” He countered.
Jungkook helped you stand, then left you there, on shaking legs when he departed for the bathroom. He came out a few minutes later with a handful of washcloths and two hand towels, then went to work gently patting your skin.
You watched, heart singing. Brain vibrating. Your soul was somewhere in space, orbiting Earth.
“I’ll get us a snack. Water…Powerade or..whatever. What’s your hydration preference?”
Of course he had options. He was serious about being prepared for everything.
You smiled, feeling drunk. Feeling so good. You loved all the world and everyone in it, right now. Swaying, you shrugged.
“...Whatever. I’ll have what you have.”
Jungkook finished wiping down your thighs, then stood chest to chest. His nose brushed yours as his head tilted. Again the urge to kiss him swam front and center.
“Love it when you let me pick. I know what I want and I think it’s clear I can take care of you.”
“Uh huh. At the expense of your coffee table..” Vaguely you gestured at the bed and the impressive wet spot, dampening a good portion near the foot. “..and sheet sets.”
Jungkook went up on toes to look over you, to the mess left behind. He was about as concerned as he’d been the last time.
“It was time to change the sheets anyway.”
“Want me to help before I go?”
Jungkook’s eyes popped, then his brows drew up. The jut in his lower lip added to it all. He looked pouty and even more youthful. This must have been the playful, boyish side some girls crooned about.
“What?” You chuckled.
“You don’t need to go right now.”
“Don’t I?”
“No.” Jungkook scoffed and wound his fingers through yours, then tossed the damp hand towel on the bed and pulled you away from it. His slow walk guided you towards the bedroom door, mirroring the way he’d brought you here, as he continued. “..You can stay tonight. If you want.”
“I appreciate the offer. Are you sure?”
Jungkook nodded. A rakish smile grew as his brows relaxed. The innocent boy disappeared, melting into the plotting sexpot you’d been prey to. Which was a-ok with you.
“We’ve still got plenty of time tonight and you wanted to do another scene.” For a moment he paused, rubbing his chin in thought. “...Unless you want to do the blowjob at YOUR place. I’m down…”
“Oh my god.” You moaned as revelation washed you. That was so..unexpected and sexy. You blinked, waving a hand.
He had you down the hallway and guided you through the living room, towards the kitchen by the time you could complete the thought.
“We..don’t…god… No. …That’s okay.” You sputtered. “I feel more comfortable here.”
You didn’t want to say you’d never met your neighbors and weren’t interested in changing that tonight, for the sake of a hot homemade sex tape. It was a given they’d never be as deaf as Jungkook’s neighbors seemed to be.
You thought about it for a moment: any videos from tonight would mean some quality evidence for your friend, if you were inclined–which you hadn’t ever been before. Even if the fantasy of rubbing her nose in this whole Jungkook affair was amazing to think about.
Jungkook’s caress along your profile brought you back as he stood in the kitchen, facing you. He had one door of his double fridge open, the cooler air spilling across your skin. He didn’t seem bothered by the chill, but you were, skin prickled heavily.
“Take a look.. Let me know? I’ll start making some snacks. Then we can see what happens from there.”
You grinned. It helped to keep your teeth from chattering as you peered into the brightness inside the fridge, seeing rows and rows of drinks options and Jungkook’s impressively muscled shoulder flexing as he reached into the depths, moving things around on the shelves.
“Juice is fine.” You finally said, then turned towards the living room space. Complete darkness had taken over there, with the tv shutting off automatically. You raised a brow as Jungkook came back upright, holding a carafe of juice.
His smile matched yours, but he looked a little more confused. “I don’t know if you like OJ, but it’s fresh squeezed.” His stare followed yours to the TV area. “...What’s up?”
“We could…watch a movie.”
“Yeah?” He blinked, then his eyes flinched and his smile warmed. “Oh…yeah. We could watch a movie.. If you want.”
“I want.”
“Then I’ll take care of you there too. Get to the couch. I’ll be there in a few. Think about what you want to see.”
Or whom. I want to see US, Jungkook.
You nodded, keeping that thought to yourself. At least until you’d sprung it on him, there on the couch. For now you let him stay in charge.
“Meet you there. What about the video camera? I’ll grab that.” Your suggestion made Jungkook pause again. He glanced towards the hallway, then nodded.
Never was someone so born for it, who moved so well in a position of authority. What he lacked in some areas of self control, he exceeded in determination. ...Which you were finding increasingly appealing.
“Good idea. You never know.” But you knew he knew. He had to know YOU knew too. Neither of you admitted. Just like when you showed up at his door tonight and he let you in.
You both wanted this. And that worked perfectly.