Early Riser Pt.2

Early Riser Pt.2

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Genre: pwp, smut, established relationship, morning sex

Rating: 18, oral sex (f. receiving), unprotected sex, morning sex, somnophilia

Word count: 1609

(Part 1 is HERE)

Jungkook screamed inwardly at himself as his phone buzzed loudly on his bedside table, the alarm tinkling happily. He shoved it under his pillow to muffle the sound, fumbling as he tried to turn it off. He turned to look at you sleeping next to him; you rolled onto your back and lay still, breathing deeply. He breathed an enormous sigh of relief but sat still for ten minutes, just to make sure you definitely were asleep. You hadn’t moved, hadn’t stirred, so Jungkook took that as a good sign.

He lifted the duvet from your body and, as he hooked his fingers around your underwear, watched goosebumps spread across your flesh. He pulled down carefully, thankful that you’d gone to sleep in an old pair of knickers with loose elastic, allowing them to slide underneath you without much resistance. Discarding them on the floor, Jungkook took a moment to admire you: your dark lips so inviting, your skin smooth like ganache, your pouty lips just barely visible beyond your chest. He bit his lip and, feeling his cock twitch, shook his head; this morning was all about you. Or at least, you first.

Daring, he pushed against your thighs, parting your legs wide. He kissed your hip and the crease in your thigh and peppered kisses all over your lips, sucking lightly here and there. You hadn’t stirred, but as he slipped one finger inside you, he could feel you were wet; he added another and curled his fingers against you. He attached his mouth to your clit, the flat pad of his tongue stroking as he sucked, then flicking across and back. A tiny moan escaped your lips.

You were trying to keep still. Bless Jungkook; he wanted to do this for you so badly, but please, an audible alarm? Of course, you woke up. Intending initially to just go straight back to sleep, you wondered why he had stayed sitting so still in bed – neither lying down to sleep nor getting up. You drifted in and out, dozing, waiting for him to do something. When he flung the covers back and you felt his weight shift the bed beneath you, you had a fairly good idea of what was happening – and then he took off your pants. You kept still, not wanting to spoil his fun, trying to keep your breathing slow, even as his lips touched your skin. You desperately wanted to open your eyes and watch him, see his huge, brown eyes looking up at you in silent adoration. You wanted to grab a fistful of his hair and call his name. But more than that, you didn’t want to spoil this for him.

Jungkook is a deep sleeper – a deep sleeper – and you are… not. He’d managed to catch you off-guard just once, after a heavy night out where you’d drunk too much and not got in until gone 4 in the morning. You felt as though he must realise that he’s never going to be able to wake up without you waking up, too, but he kept trying. And you obviously let him.

As his tongue flicked across your throbbing gem, you couldn’t help a moan slipping out. A tiny pause: you could just see Jungkook looking up, checking to see if you were actually awake yet before resuming his ministrations. His fingers rocked inside you and you could hear the slick and click of your arousal around them. Your walls clenched as he thrummed and you were losing control of your breathing. Jungkook’s tongue retreated and his teeth pressed down, grabbing a generous mouthful around your clit. You swallowed a gasp but your muscles twitched hard.

Still surrounded by Jungkook’s teeth, your clit throbbed almost painfully, and then he sucked hard and you couldn’t keep it up any longer.

“Oh fuck,” you exclaimed, breathless. Your eyes met across your body and his eyes sparkled with mischief. “Fuck, fuck, Jungkook.”

He removed his fingers from your soaking cave and put them in his mouth, sitting back, his eyes closing as he enjoyed the taste of you. He licked his lips.

“Morning, sweetpea,” he said, his voice somehow still groggy with sleep, even though you could see his body was fully alert.

The brief reprieve was no such thing; now that you were fully awake, it was as if your body had turned itself up to eleven. No longer focusing on trying to appear asleep, you were overwhelmed by all the sensations you’d been trying to block out; your heart was thumping, your skin ablaze, pricking in goose flesh wherever he touched you, your clit throbbed and you were so wet, you could only imagine the mess you were making of the sheets.

Jungkook kissed your thigh down at your knee, and then on the other leg, and he moved slowly – excruciatingly so – up your legs. Finally able to grab his hair, you tugged hard, pulling him back towards your waiting lady. He laughed and, being so much stronger than you, continued on his leisurely stroll of your thighs. He kissed your stomach and finally, his fingers slipped back inside you. You sighed and immediately tensed as Jungkook’s mouth found you again, humming against you. With your hand still in his hair, you locked eyes. As his fingers thrust against your g-spot and his tongue flickered over your clit, you almost couldn’t bear the intensity of his gaze; his eyes bored into yours, dark with lust. As you squirmed beneath him, your hips bucking up as you came closer and closer to the edge, he finally looked down, his eyebrows pulled together in a tiny frown of concentration.

Your walls clenched harder and harder against his fingers and you couldn’t stop your hips bucking beneath Jungkook. You whined loudly as the first wave of orgasm hit, your muscles tightening and skin tingling. Jungkook wrapped an arm around your thigh, holding you tight as you tried to crawl up the bed; he kept his mouth fast against you, his tongue tireless, your tiny bundle of nerves on fire. Your legs spasmed as you cried out, waves of pleasure rolling through you and knocking you back. Still he didn’t stop. You could feel his breath come hard through his nose and his hair tickle your thigh and you were breathless, unable even to cry out. The tight bomb within you burst and you fell heavily against the bed, panting hard. Your muscles, relaxed, felt weak and wobbly. Jungkook sucked his fingers clean and kissed you all over, crawling up towards you until you could smell yourself on his breath. You brought his face closer and kissed him hard, moaning into his mouth. His tongue danced with yours and you could feel his cock, straining against his boxers, pressing on your thigh.

“Fuck me,” you whispered against his mouth, kissing him again.

Jungkook was not a man who needed telling twice. Ripping off his underwear, he lifted you with ease and you straddled him, sitting slowly on his stiff shaft, feeling every inch as he filled you to the brim. You bounced and Jungkook looked at you with glazed, lustful eyes.

“Baby,” he muttered, his eyes fluttering closed.

You kissed his ear, slamming yourself down on his lap as hard as you could. He grabbed your hair and pulled your head back, your body arching away from him so he could take your nipple in his mouth. He closed his teeth around it and bit, less gentle than he had been before. He groaned as you rode him, his mouth stuck fast on your breast, a hand in your hair. He could feel tension building inside himself, like a spring being wound tighter and tighter. He was on edge like a gun ready to go off.

“Get up,” he grunted, slapping your bum cheek and turning you around. You grabbed the headboard as he lined himself up behind you and you gasped when he entered you at the same moment as his fingers found your clit again. A shudder of pleasure passed through your body. Jungkook groaned quietly as he thrust hard and fast inside you, as his fingers toyed with you outside. His grip on your hip was almost painful, sure to bruise, your clit burning and throbbing under his touch. Your drenched walls spasmed and you were so tight you felt him twitch as you moaned his name.

His thrusts were becoming erratic and his breathing laboured; desperate not to finish before he had made you cum one more time, he took your clit and pinched, rolling it between his fingers. You cried out and gripped the headboard tighter, holding yourself up on it as you felt your jelly legs begin to buckle. A growl escaped your mouth as your jaw clenched and your muscles spasmed; you felt every contour of Jungkook’s cock inside you as you walls squeezed hard against him. Unable to breathe as you came, tension strangled your body, sending shocks right through to the tips of your fingers. You gasped in relief as the wave receded and you heard Jungkook gasp behind you, buried up to the hilt inside you, letting himself go.

He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you back to him, holding you tight against his chest. You could feel your heart thump – or was that his? – his skin was burning, his breath hot against your shoulder. You bodies heaved in unison, catching your breath, letting your heart rates settle.

“Ok,” he panted. “You were really asleep that time, right?”

You laughed and reached behind you to pat his cheek.

“Sure, yeah, sure. Whatever you say.”