gleamingseok

[gleamingseok]

Behind closed doors

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Roommates to lovers, Smut, Soft Dom Jungkook, Filthy, Slow Burn

Warnings: orgasm control, masturbation, voyeurism, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex ( wrap it up y’all) very explicit smut

You had always known that Jungkook was undeniably hot and attractive.

Living with him for the past year meant seeing him first in all his forms, coming back all sweaty from the gym tank tops, shirtless mornings while making coffee or casually walking around with a towel low on his hips after a shower. It was that effortless, almost carefree beauty he possessed that left you feeling a little envious.

But what you hadn’t realised until a week ago was what he did behind his closed bedroom door when the lights went low.

It started with a lazy evening, your legs tossed over the couch, your laptop resting on your thighs as you tried to distract yourself with some mindless scrolling. That’s when You noticed he left his tab open, OnlyFans, of all things. Instinctively, you felt you should click away out of respect, but curiosity got the better of you. Just a quick glance wouldn’t hurt, right?

What you found took you by surprise, you did not expect that.

As the video loaded, your mouth had gone dry. It was Jungkook, kneeling on his bed, shirtless, inked hand stroking himself slow as he stared into the camera like he could see right through it. His voice was low like a secret meant for one.

"You wanna cum for me baby? Let me hear those pretty sounds"

You had never experienced something like this before. Most of what you’d seen before felt distant, but this felt raw and intimate. His voice seemed directed solely at you.

You’d pressed your thighs together, heart racing as he moaned and talked through the strokes, filthy, and so unbelievably confident. The way he moved his hand and hips, the way he stared at the camera. You didn't even realize your hand was under your shirt until your fingers grazed your nipple.

But even then you didn’t really know how to touch yourself. Not like the girls in his videos. Not like the subscribers who left comments saying how hard they came.

All you knew was that it made you feel hot and empty and aching.

That night, you tried following what you’d seen. Fingers between your legs, whispering his name into the dark.

But nothing worked. You were so wet and throbbing even, you were frustrated and overwhelmed and you didn’t know how to give yourself what he so easily gave to strangers on a screen.

Yet you just couldn’t stop watching.

Every day since, you’d waited until he was gone, headphones in, door locked. You watched him fuck faceless girls and slick up toys for the camera, talk dirty, switch from dom to boyfriend to tease with effortless grace.

Your body was in constant state of tension. Your sleep was restless. And every time you saw him in the kitchen, wet hair dripping, shirt riding up his waist as he stretched… it got harder to stay composed.

You didn’t think he noticed. But Jungkook always seemed to know more than what you realised.

And three days later when it happened.

You were curled up on the couch with a glass of wine, hoodie pulled over your thighs, zoning and trying so hard not to think about that one video you watched an hour ago where he fingered a girl on camera until she squirted and cried, all while he praised her for every second of it.

“Hey” his voice brought you back, casual and low. “What’s got you all flushed?”

Startled, You blinked up at him. He stood there in sweatpants. No shirt of course and tattoos on full display. You licked your lips instinctively, hating yourself for it.

“N-Nothing just some wine”

Jungkook raised a brow, stepping closer. “Is that so?”

He sat on the armrest beside you, arms resting on his thighs. His gaze lingered on your legs, the way you were fidgeting with the hem of the hoodie.

“You’ve been avoiding me” he said softly while moving his eyes up your body “But I know you’ve been watching me”

Your heart skipped a beat “What do you mean ?”

He smiled, slow and dark, like a cat catching its prey. “Don’t worry, I’m not mad. I just think it’s cute”

“I didn’t- I mean I didn’t mean to-”

“You enjoyed it” he interrupted

You swallowed.

“If you are wondering how.. I saw the screen, your bookmarks and I know what you’ve been watching baby”

Your body felt like it was on fire. But you couldn’t lie especially not when he was looking at you like that gentle, playful, knowing.

“I… don’t know how” you whispered feeling vulnerable “watching you made me feel things but I couldn’t-I didn’t know how to…”

Jungkook’s eyes softened.

Jungkook’s expression softened. “You don’t know how to make yourself cum?” His calm voice made it feel like a safe space.

You nodded, heart racing.

He stared at you for a long, breathless moment. Then reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear “I can help you”

Until one night, exactly a week after the first video, you snapped because the atmosphere between you became thick with unsaid things and neither of you dared speak of but both of you felt it.

He would brush past you in the kitchen when you both reached for the same mug, his palm grazing the small of your back, his fingers lingering on your hip like he hadn’t meant to touch you for that long… but couldn’t help it.

Sometimes he’d catch you off guard. You’d be rambling or stammering over something insignificant, and instead of teasing you, he’d simply smile, slow and knowing. Then he’d murmur, “Sweetheart,” in that low, effortless drawl.

And God the way he looked at you.

When he thought you weren’t watching, or sometimes when he knew you were, he’d track your every movement with that same unreadable expression. Like he was watching something fragile, something wild. Like he was waiting for you to fall apart because he already knew he’d be the one to put you back together and It drove you insane.

By the end of the week, you were unraveling.

It was late, past midnight. The apartment was quiet, the lights off except for the dim glow of the hallway nightlight. You were lying in bed, one arm thrown over your eyes, your thighs clenched tightly beneath the sheets.

Your panties were soaked, the cotton clinging uncomfortably to your skin. You could feel the slick stickiness between your legs, a constant reminder that no amount of twisting in your sheets or grinding your hips against your mattress was enough.

You had watched the video again. The one that started this spiral. The way his mouth moved, the way his voice sounded when he moaned, the way his hand gripped his cock…

You quietly got up. Quietly padded to his room. His door was open and there he was shirtless again, scrolling his phone, abs lit by the blue light.

“Can’t sleep?” he asked without looking up.

“No,” you said. “I want… I want you to show me”

You instantly had his full attention.

He sat up slowly, eyes dark. “You sure about that?”

You nodded feeling eager.

“Come here, baby.”

You did, you walked over heart racing’s as he pulled you between his legs, hands resting on your hips

“I’m gonna guide you. But you’re in control. Understand?”

“Yes…”

“Good girl.”

He planted soft kisses on your jaw, whispered soft things as you lay back and let him talk you through it.

“Touch your tits for me. Pinch ‘em. Slower… yeah, like that”

You moaned softly, already shaking with desire.

“Now slip your hand down. Can you feel how wet and warm you are? That’s all for me, isn’t it?”

You nodded, breath hitching . “Jungkook-”

“Now gently rub circles on your clit. Not too fast-Yeah just like that baby. Keep going.”

He watched you fall apart, murmuring praises, his voice getting rougher every time you moaned. When your thighs started to tremble, he growled.

“You look so pretty like this. Touching yourself in front of me. You gonna cum for me?”

“I…I think….”

But the moment your legs began to tremble and your back arched off the bed, he leaned in, his hand replacing yours without missing a beat.

“Let me,” he whispered.

And just like that, he was everywhere. His mouth found your neck, his fingers sliding deep inside you, slow and deliberate, while his voice rasped filthy words right against your ear.

You could hardly catch your breath as he hovered above you, muscles tensing, eyes dark and full of hunger. The way Jungkook looked at you like he was ready to break you apart made your thighs tremble. Maybe he already had, and from the heat in his gaze,

he wasn’t planning to stop anytime soon.

“You ready, baby?” he asked, voice low and strained, one hand lazily stroking himself as he settled between your legs. “I need to hear you say it.”

“Yes,” you breathed, completely bare beneath him. “I want you, Jungkook. Please… fuck me.”

He let out a quiet chuckle. “So polite,” he teased. “You really think I don’t know how bad you’ve been aching for this cock? Watching my videos, touching yourself every damn night?”

Your body reacted instantly a soft whimper slipping from your lips.

“Don’t worry,” he said, brushing his mouth against yours before gently biting your bottom lip. “I’m gonna give it to you. Every inch. Slow enough to make you cry for it.”

He dragged the head of his cock through your wetness, teasing your entrance with shallow, maddening thrusts. His eyes stayed locked on yours, drinking in every gasp, every twitch, every little reaction.

“Feel that?” he murmured, voice thick with lust as he kept dragging himself against you. “That’s how hard you make me. Just from thinking about your sweet pussy how tight it’s gonna feel wrapped around me.”

You clenched around nothing, desperate for more. And then finally he started to push in, thick and slow, inch by aching inch.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, nails digging into his arms. “You’re… so big.”

A low growl rumbled from his chest, his jaw clenched as your walls fluttered around him. “Yeah? Fuck-you feel unreal. So fucking tight... like this pussy was made for me.”

With a deep, steady thrust, he pushed in all the way, and the stretch made your breath hitch. Your toes curled, the fullness nearly overwhelming.

“Breathe, baby,” he whispered against your ear, his voice suddenly tender. “Just feel me. Let your body adjust.”

You clung to his back, anchoring yourself as he began to move slow, purposeful strokes that dragged along every inch of you. Each thrust was deep and measured, hitting spots inside you that made your head spin.

“That’s it,” he groaned. “Take it. Let me fuck you just like this... nice and slow.”

The sound of skin against skin echoed around you, mixed with the wet, obscene sounds of your arousal and the soft whimpers spilling from your lips. He kept talking—dirty, addictive words that made it impossible to hold back.

“Look at you,” he murmured, voice dark. “Moaning like a needy little slut. Been dreaming about this, haven’t you? Every single night?”

“Yes-fuck, yes-”

“You know how many times I’ve pictured bending you over this bed? Sliding into you, hearing you beg for me to come inside?”

His hips started to move faster, sharp, driving thrusts that made the headboard knock against the wall. The air grew thick with sweat and desire, your moans rising as your body tightened around him again.

“I’m gonna cum-oh god-Jungkook-”

“Not yet,” he growled, abruptly slowing down into a deep grind that made your body twitch. “I want to feel you fall apart. Want to taste it.”

Before you could beg, he pulled out and dropped between your thighs, burying his face in your soaked pussy like a man starved.

You cried out, arching.

“F-Fuck-Jungkook-!”

His tongue licked and lapped at you like he was obsessed, flicking over your clit before diving back in, relentless and greedy. His hands gripped your thighs tightly, holding you open as he feasted, groaning like you were his favorite thing in the world.

“You’re shaking,” he murmured, voice low and wicked between licks. “You gonna come on my tongue, baby? Drench my face?”

You couldn’t answer you were already spiraling. The orgasm hit hard, waves crashing through your body as you cried out, thighs trembling violently around his head. He kept going, licking you through every twitch and aftershock until you were whimpering and pushing weakly at his head.

But he wasn’t done.

“Fuck,” he groaned as he climbed back over you, his cock slick and hard again. “You taste so fucking good I could stay between your legs for hours.”

Then, without warning, he slid back into you and you nearly screamed.

“I know, baby,” he cooed, voice full of smug affection. “Too much?”

You barely managed a sound, too lost in the overwhelming pleasure.

“Too bad,” he whispered, thrusting deep. “You said you wanted me to fuck you. So that’s what I’m gonna do.”

This time, he didn’t hold back.

He fucked you rough, fast, filthy your legs thrown over his shoulders, his cock hitting deep with each thrust. He pinned your wrists above your head, his mouth close to your ear as he whispered filth that made your spine arch.

“You feel that? That’s me rearranging your guts, sweetheart.”

“You’re so tight I can barely fucking stand it.”

“Cum for me again. Make a mess on my cock. Be my good girl.”

And you did. Your back bowed, body locking up as your orgasm hit like a jolt. You came hard, crying out, gripping the sheets as your pussy clenched around him again and again.

“Fuck-just like that,” he groaned, still driving into you. “You’re perfect-so fucking perfect for me.”

Even as you trembled beneath him, completely spent, he didn’t stop. His thrusts turned desperate, chasing his own high. The sound of him slamming into you filled the room loud, wet, relentless.

“You feel what you do to me?” he growled, burying his face in your neck. “So fucking wet, so tight I never wanna pull out.”

You were too far gone to reply, barely conscious from the intensity, your body twitching with overstimulation.

Then his pace slowed, each thrust deeper, heavier, until you felt his cock start to throb.

“I’m gonna cum, fuck, I’m gonna fill you up. You want it?”

“Yes,” you gasped, barely audible. “Please... cum inside me.”

That was all he needed.

With a groan that rattled in his chest, he slammed into you one last time, cock pulsing as he spilled deep inside. His breath hitched against your skin, hips jerking with every wave of release.

He stayed like that, pressed against you, his weight comforting. The only sounds were your ragged breaths and the beat of your hearts.

Eventually, he eased out of you and pulled you into his arms, both of you dazed and breathless.

“Jesus,” he whispered, brushing your damp hair from your face. “You... fuck, baby. You’re unreal.”

You just smiled weakly, tucking your face into his chest.

He stroked your back gently, still coming down. “You did so good,” he murmured. “Wasn’t too much?”

You shook your head. “It was perfect.”

He kissed your forehead, then sat up, reaching for a towel. “Don’t move. I’ll clean you up.”

When he came back, he was gentle, wiping between your legs carefully. “Messy,” he muttered, voice full of awe as he looked down at the mix of both your releases. “But fuck… it’s the best thing I’ve ever seen. Proof you’re mine now.”

Your cheeks burned, but your heart thudded with something soft and sweet.

He pulled one of his shirts over your head, tucked you into bed, and curled around you under the covers.

“Next time,” he whispered, lips brushing your skin, “I want to tie you up. Take my time. Worship every inch of you.”

“Next time?” you asked, half-asleep, smiling.

He chuckled softly. “You think this was a one-night thing?”

You felt the faint twitch of his cock against your thigh.

“You’re mine now,” he said firmly. “And I plan on showing you that every damn night.”

Then he kissed you slow deep and held you close until sleep took you, your bodies still tangled together.

And the last thing you heard was his voice, soft, steady, and full of promise.

“Sleep well, baby. We’ve only just begun.”

[gleamingseok]

Hiii girl 🫶🏻 I wanted to tell you that I am in loveee with your writing 🥹 and make a request 🥰

How about Jk coming back home from a night out with his members. He is obviously drunk and all he thinks about is his girl at home and is going crazy. So when he is back she is almost asleep and tired and he is begging and desperate for anything like “please baby just the tip” 🤭 and “I am not gonna put it all in I promise please”. Put your amazing writing into it and make an amazing beggy dirty talk and a hot point of his view and of course a hot toe curling smut (as you always do) 🙏🏻 I know you would master this 🤍 (feel free to change it however you want) I would love for you to write this but of course it’s up to you if it’s not something that you want feel free to ignore 🫶🏻

Hellooo love thaaank you so much for the support and your lovely message💖

drunk needy Jungkook? Hell yes, I tried to add a little bit of ✨spice✨ hope you’ll enjoy it~

Just the tip

One shot: Jungkook x Reader

Tags: Drunk!Jungkook, Breeding Kink, Begging, Raw (wrap it up yall), Aftercare, Dirty Talk, Soft Dom Jungkook, Smut, super needy Jungkook

He should’ve stayed out. Should’ve respected your text when you said you were too tired tonight. But the more he drank, the worse it got. It wasn’t the alcohol, wasn’t the lights or the music it was the thought of you in bed, wearing one of his shirts, half-asleep and soft, thighs barely covered. It was the scent of you clinging to his hoodie. The photo of you on his phone, lips parted, eyes heavy. You looked like you wanted him even when you said no and fuck, that image wrecked him.

His cock had been rock hard under his jeans all night, twitching every time someone bumped into him at the bar. Ignored, aching. All he could think about was your voice whispering “not tonight” and how fucking desperate he was to turn that into a yes.

He nearly tripped coming into the apartment, the silence inside hitting him like a punch to the chest. It was late like really too late. The warm scent of your perfume lingered in the air like you’d just been there, and he noticed the bedroom door was cracked open and his heart raced.

He pushed it open carefully and slowly.

And there you were.

Curled on your side, barely awake. Your face was nestled in the pillow, lips soft, your sleep top slipping off one bare shoulder. The blanket only covered your hips, leaving the curve of your back and the dip of your waist exposed and it was so fucking tempting it almost made him dizzy.

“Baby…”

His voice came out low, rough—wrecked from the alcohol, from his longing. He leaned on the doorframe, just staring at you.

You blinked slowly at him, eyes glassy with sleep. No words, just a soft hum and a roll of your face deeper into the pillow like you were too tired to respond.

“Shit… You look… damn” he groaned, already fumbling to remove his jacket.

And you still didn’t say anything, just that soft teasing little exhale of yours. You were playing it cool, pretending not to care and fuck, that made it worse. So unbearable.

He stumbled over to the bed, tossing clothes off, struggling with his belt like it was the only thing standing between him and bliss. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you. All fucking night. Everyone was drinking and laughing and I’m just sitting there hard as hell thinking about how warm you would feel wrapped around me.”

And still no reaction, just that barely there smile at the corners of your lips. He hated how much he loved that you were playing with him.

“Please” he breathed, finally free, pants down, cock flushed and leaking, angry red and aching. “You’re not even gonna touch me? You don’t wanna look?”

He stood at the edge of the bed his hand wrapping around himself, stroking slowly and desperately. His hips jerked forward helplessly, like his body was begging for relief.

“Fuck, I’ll do it myself. Just look at me, baby… I’m so hard it hurts. Look what you do to me”

You turned slightly, just enough to glance down at his cock, and he caught the smirk you tried to hide. That look alone was almost enough to break him.

“Mmm… you poor thing” you whispered, voice like silk. “Didn’t I say I was too tired?”

“I know, I know” he whined, pumping faster as his jaw clenched. “But fuck…I just need the tip. Please, baby. I won’t put it all in. Just… let me feel you. I won’t last anyway. Just a little, yeah? Just the tip. Pleasepleaseplease.”

Your hips rolled under the sheets, tilting back just enough to expose the curve of your inner thigh.

He let out a ragged moan and dropped to his knees at the edge of the bed.

“You’re so fucking mean” he muttered, pressing kisses up your thigh, his voice shaky with desire. “So mean, making me beg like this.”

“But you like it” you whispered playfully.

God how you were right.

He pulled the blanket off, breath catching when he saw you bare, glistening, already wet. Waiting for him.

“Baby… You’re dripping” he said, breathless, eyes wide. “Was that for me?”

“Maybe.”

That was all it took. All he wanted to hear.

He lined himself up, tip nudging your entrance, heart racing out of his chest. “I’ll be good,” he promised, voice trembling. “I won’t move. Just let me in”

You then nodded.

He lined himself up and pushed in but just the tip just like how he promised. And still, it sent him over the edge.

“F-Fuck,” he choked, falling forward onto your back resting his forehead against your skin. “Oh my god… You’re so warm. Shit. I can’t—I can’t hold back…”

You whimpered softly when he rocked his hips just a little grinding the tip inside you, barely moving but feeling everything.

“Jungkook…”

“I know” he gasped. “I know I said just the tip but you’re squeezing me in, baby. You feel so fucking good. Want me to fill you up? Want me to fuck a baby into you?”

You gasped, and you clenched tight around him.

He groaned, nipping at your shoulder with a breathless laugh. “Ohh, you like that. You like when I fuck you full of cum, don’t you? When I stuff you so deep it leaks out in the morning? Gonna fill you up baby. Breed you so fucking good”

He started to move slower, deeper, his hips rolling into you with more control this time and power too. You jolted under him, sleepy but overwhelmed, his name falling from your lips like a prayer.

“You feel so fucking good, baby. God… this pussy’s mine. Always mine”

“Yours” you whispered voice shaking.

“You gonna cum for me?” he panted fingers working between your legs. “Gonna let me finish inside you?”

“Yes, yes, please…want it so badly”

And that was all it took.

His pace stuttered, body locking up. “F-Fuck gonna cum..gonna fill you up. Take it, baby. Take all of it…”

And that’s exactly what he did, feeling his hot, thick and messy spurts deep inside you, his cock twitching, buried deep inside as he came with a broken moan in your ear. You clenched around him as your own orgasm hit, and he whimpered fucked out and overwhelmed by how tight you clenched around him.

He collapsed beside you, breathing hard his body damp with sweat, and before either of you could speak he wrapped his arms around you.

“Shit” he murmured, struggling to keep his eyes open. “You’re so fucking good to me”

Too tired to speak you kissed his shoulder, soft and sleepy.

“I’ll clean us up in a minute” he whispered as he sank into the pillow.

“You better” you mumbled smiling.

He smiled, eyes closed “Love you, baby”

[gleamingseok]

I want to say I love your imagination. Absolutely amazing smut!! Can you please write a fic where Jungkook wears glasses & the OC is obsessed with his geeky look so much that she can't keep her hands off of him. Make him soft dom, and the dynamic should be switched themed where he let's her use him but bam! Switch & he shows her how he can wreck her if he wants to. Let the roleplay be with glasses on please and make the actual fucking a bit longer. Thank you so much in advance🫶🏽 I love your work so far, thanks for all the fics

Hello love💖 ~ first of all WOW your imagination ?! Absolutely incredible! Loved the concept the second I read it and it was really so fun *and hot* bringing it to life, thank you for trusting me with your idea and for the sweetest message. I'm super grateful for your support it means everything!

I hope you’ll enjoy the piece as much as I enjoyed writing it and that it hits just the way you imagined~

Beneath the lenses

Genre: Smut , PWP , Soft Dom/Switch Jungkook

Rating: Explicit (18+)

The second you walked into the apartment and saw him, black-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, the famous grey sweatpants and a black tee clinging to his body, messy hair like he’d been dragging his hands through it all day. It drove you fucking insane. and your entire day vanished. Gone. Immediately replaced by a deep, throbbing ache between your thighs.

"..You're wearing them again" you muttered, dropping your bag and walking toward him like prey entranced by its own predator.

Jungkook glanced up from his laptop, one brow arching over the rim of his glasses. “Oh yeah, I didn’t feel like putting in contacts… Too tired"

You hummed in response, sliding behind him and wrapping your arms loosely around his shoulders. His smell was addictive just like clean laundry and something earthy sandalwood maybe and you pressed your lips right behind his ear.

"You really have no idea what that look does to me" You said while moving around the chair, straddling him right there at his desk. His hands came to rest on your thighs automatically, fingertips teasing the hem of your skirt as you straddled him and leaned in, kissing the corner of his mouth, his jaw, behind his ear. "It’s like... fuck, Jungkook, I just want to ruin you."

Jungkook let out a soft exhale of a laugh, shaking his head like he found your need amusing. “You’re the one ruining yourself, baby,” he murmured, kissing your throat. “But if you need it that bad, go ahead. I’ll let you use me.”

You leaned in, slowly, your lips ghosting over his. “Let me ride you, Koo. Just like this”

He gave you that devastating grin, half-tease, half-surrender “ I’m all yours.”

You made quick work of his sweatpants, pulling them down just a tiny bit to free him, and he was already half hard from your teasing. He hissed when you took him in hand, fingers closing around the thick length and slowly stroking him.

“Gosh you’re such a good boy for me” you whispered, kissing along his jaw until you reached his lips. “Letting me use you like this”

He moaned into your mouth, hips twitching up when you lined him up and sank down slowly Inch by inch stretching you and filling you. The desk chair creaked, his hands gripping your hips so tight, as if he was trying not to buck up too hard.

You rolled your hips, setting the pace. His eyes stayed locked on yours through those perfect fucking glasses, lips parted panting.

“F-Fuck, you look so good like this” you whined. “All mine. My little nerd” His breath hitched sharp and guttural ripping from his throat like it had been trapped there, waiting for you to ruin him. Your warmth, your wetness and the tightness of your pussy as it enveloped him inch by inch and it was fucking overwhelming. His hands flexed instinctively against your thighs, nails digging in just a little as his cock throbbed inside you.

You moaned above him and all he could do was not to beg. His jaw clenched, his eyes fluttered behind the lenses. God, you were so wet slick and hot and pulsing around him like your body had been waiting for this just as long as his had. Jungkook let you ride. Savouring every movement as it sent pleasure up his spine, every grind made his cock jump helplessly inside you. He wanted to thrust up, to fuck into you like he needed to breathe, but he surprisingly held still, every muscle in his body coiled tight with restraint. His hands trembled where they held you, his chest started rising fast beneath her fingers.

At that moment you thought you were in control. You kept your eyes locked on his through the lenses. Every time you bounced on his cock the tension in his body grew, but he didn’t stop you.

“You like watching me take it, don’t you?” you gasped, sweat slicking your skin as you worked your hips over him, riding harder now. “Like when I use you like this.”

He nodded once, eyes hooded, jaw tense. “Y-yeah, baby. Yours. Use me. Take what you want”

And you were. Your walls were fluttering, clenching around him, chasing your orgasm with reckless abandon you cried out every time his cock hit that spot inside you. You were close so close and he knew it. Which is exactly when everything changed.

Until he moved.

He didn’t say a word just grabbed the back of your neck with one hand and pulled you down hard, lips crashing into yours as he stood up from the chair in one fluid motion. You yelped into his mouth, arms scrambling around his shoulders as he walked you across the room. His cock never slipped out not even once as he laid you down flat on the bed, never breaking the kiss.

And then he wasn’t still anymore.

He fucked into you hard from the first thrust, driving the air out of your lungs as his hands slid under your shirt, he didn’t even take it off just shoved it high enough to expose your tits, and then his mouth was on them devouring them. His tongue circled your nipple before he sucked it into his mouth, teeth grazing just enough to make you cry out. His hips didn’t stop moving. They were punishing now, slamming into you again and again while he switched to the other nipple, wet and hungry.

“Think you’re in charge?” he murmured against your skin, voice dark and low. “You think I was just gonna let you use me and walk away?”

He grabbed your jaw then—his other hand fisting in your hair—and yanked your head back until you were staring up at him, staring at that fucking sexy, dark look turning feral. helpless, wrecked. Your chest heaved. Your body shook. You could barely think.

“You’ve got three seconds to beg.”

Your breath hitched. “W-what?”

“Beg me to let you cum” he growled, face close, forehead pressed to yours. “Say it. Say you need it”

Your hips bucked up instinctively, chasing the friction, but he pulled out almost all the way and held you there teasing, throbbing at your entrance, giving you just enough to feel the ache grow unbearable.

“Please” you whispered.

He didn’t move “Louder”

“Please, Jungkook, let me cum—fuck—I need it, I need you so bad, I can’t-”

He slammed back into you with a guttural sound, hips snapping into a rhythm that made your eyes roll back. He grunted with every thrust now, breathing hard, sweat dripping onto your chest as he ruined you, one stroke at a time.

“You think you were using me” he growled, dragging his cock deep and slow. “But I was just waiting.”

You were a total mess beneath him now, trembling and barely able to breathe, your nails clawing at his back as he fucked you straight into oblivion. His mouth returned to your tits, sucking hard enough to leave bruises, moaning against your skin while your body convulsed around him.

You were already cumming before you even knew it, your pussy clenching tight around him it resulted a groan out of his throat. He didn’t stop. "Next time you get ideas about using me," he whispered, kissing your shoulder, “remember who really owns this pussy.” He fucked you through your orgasm, rough and relentless.

When he was close, he wrapped that hand in your hair again, yanked you up off the bed so your faces were only inches apart, lips brushing and sweat mingling.

“I’m gonna fill you up baby” he whispered, voice ragged. “You want it?”

You nodded furiously, voice gone don’t have words left to beg with.

And then he was cumming deep inside you, cock pulsing with thick, hot release that filled you to the fullest. He held you tight, breathing hard against your cheek, cock twitching inside your soaked cunt.

You didn’t move more like you couldn’t. You just lay there, trembling and ruined, barely even blinking as he finally pulled out and looked down at you with that same steady, calm gaze.

Those fucking glasses were still on.

And now, you knew the truth. You were never in control, not even for a second.

After a long silence, he finally looked down at you, sweat dripping off his jaw.

“You still like the glasses baby?”

You smiled, breathless “Now I like them even more”

He then disappeared into the bathroom for a minute, then came back with a warm towel and that soft, quiet attentiveness he only showed you after he’d completely wrecked you. He cleaned you so gently, murmuring a low “Good girl” when you flinched from the sensitivity. You were too dazed to move, but he wrapped you up in his arms, tucked your head under his chin, and let you lay on his chest, fingers tracing slow circles on your back. “You okay?” he whispered. You nodded, breathing him in, smiling against his skin. He kissed the top of your head and added, “Next time, I’ll let you think you’re in charge a little longer.”

[gleamingseok]

Just one night

Genre: Smut, Soft Dom Jungkook, Club AU

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Warnings: Grinding, public touch, dom!Jungkook, car fingering, overstimulation hints, soft dirty talk, protected sex

The bass thumped through the walls of the club, a heavy pulse of heat and tension, but Jungkook wasn’t hearing the music anymore. His breath was caught somewhere in his chest, right where your ass met his hips rolling, pressing and grinding in perfect time with the beat and his growing need.

You hadn’t said a word and you really didn’t have to. The second your hands slid back to cup his thighs and you dropped your body lower, he knew you were doing this on purpose.

“Fuck” he hissed under his breath, trying to ground himself by gripping your hips, but you only arched into him harder. Your dress was thin, a silky little thing that moved like water across your skin. It clung to you. It teased him. And it hid nothing specifically not the way your heat lined up right with the bulge in his jeans, not the soft moan you let out when his fingers slipped lower, barely grazing your thighs.

“You’re gonna kill me” he muttered, lips brushing the shell of your ear. His voice was wrecked, breathless, already cracked open with need “You know that?”

You only smiled, swaying your hips more slowly now, torturously slow. He felt the heat of your body, the teasing friction of your ass dragging over him again and again, and his hands, God, his hands were starting to lose their restraint.

One slid around to your front, fingers splaying dangerously close to the hem of your dress. The other slipped upward, curling possessively around your waist, then higher still, until his palm was flat against your ribcage, just under the curve of your breast.

“Jungkook” you warned softly, but it came out breathy, nearly whimpering.

“Let me touch you” he murmured, like a plea. “Just a little… can’t help it. Can’t-shit, baby…”

He wasn’t acting like the cool, in-control Jungkook the world saw. His pupils were blown wide, sweat beading at his temple despite the cool air. The lights flashed against the flush in his cheeks, the slight tremble in his fingers as they finally dipped below the hem of your dress, dragging across your inner thigh.

You were soaked. He could feel the heat of you without even reaching your panties, and the realization made his cock twitch, hard and leaking in his jeans.

“Home. Now” he breathed, barely holding it together. “You come with me or I fuck you in this booth. I swear-”

The ride to his place was mostly silent, the air thick with tension. You’d fanned yourself dramatically in the passenger seat, eyes lidded and legs slightly open, and that was what did it.

His hand was on your thigh before the next red light, sliding up fast and deliberate.

He groaned, actually groaned and without warning, he pulled off into an empty parking lot.

“Backseat. Now.”

And you didn’t question it.

The second the doors shut behind you both, he was on you, hands everywhere, mouth crashing to yours in a messy, hungry kiss. He pushed the dress up to your waist, fingers finding your soaked panties and dragging them aside.

“Been hard for hours” he growled against your lips, his fingers finally stroking through your folds, parting you with reverence and desperation all at once. “You feel that? What you do to me?”

“Touch me, please” you whimpered, bucking into his hand. “I am” he whispered, and slipped two fingers inside with a smooth thrust. “You’re so wet, baby. You need me that bad?”

He was rubbing your clit with his thumb now, curling his fingers just right, his other hand on your throat not too tight, just holding, grounding, possessive.

You were a mess in minutes, writhing under him as your orgasm slammed through you, thighs shaking, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from how intense it was. He didn’t stop. Just watched your face as you came, then kissed you again this time softer, still hungry, but deeper.

“I gotta fuck you” he said roughly, unbuckling his belt with one hand, fingers still buried inside you. “Right now, baby. I can’t wait”

“Condom-“ you gasped.

“Got one” he muttered, yanking his wallet out with shaking hands, rolling the rubber on in seconds. He lined up fast, pushed in slow. “Oh fuck” he groaned as he sank inside. “You feel so good. So tight, baby… all mine”

The way he moved was rough at first, needy, erratic. But when you moaned his name, clung to his shoulders, he slowed down, holding your hips as he rolled into you deep and slow.

“Gonna take care of you” he murmured, lips pressed to your neck, your collarbone, your jaw. “You’re so perfect. My good girl. So pretty like this”

You came again with him still inside, and the way your walls pulsed around him nearly undid him. He cursed, whispered your name like a prayer, and let go moments later spilling into the condom with a groan muffled by your shoulder.

For a while, neither of you moved. Just soft kisses, shaky breaths, his forehead pressed to yours.

“Still fanning yourself?” he teased weakly, brushing hair from your face.

“Still can’t believe you almost came in your pants”

He chuckled, kissed you again. “You make me insane”

You smiled. “Good”

[gleamingseok]

Haiii will you make a masterlist so it’s easier to find your work rather than having to scroll?

Heya i just made the masterlist ! Hope it is easier now 💖

[gleamingseok]

Masterlist

Welcome to my Masterlist a growing collection of steamy, tension filled stories that will leave you breathless.

Each fic is packed with desire, temptation, and just the right amount of sin. Dive in and enjoy the heat.

Jungkook

Play me, not the game

One shot: Jungkook’s too busy gaming… but you’re about to show him what real distraction feels like.

When the curtains stay open- series

What started as an accident became an invitation neither of you could resist

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Breaking point

One shot: What starts as innocent touches quickly turns into something more when Jungkook discovers just how sensitive you are. The way you react soft gasps, shivers under his fingertips has him completely hooked, eager to see just how far he can push you

Beneath the lenses

Just one night

Taehyung

Say my name

One shot: Late night, restless minds, and a voice that sends shivers down your spine. Taehyung calls, his tone laced with something dark and needy and sleep is the last thing on either of your minds

[gleamingseok]

Breaking point

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (Shared Apartment)

Tropes: Slow Burn, Sexual Tension, Accidental Discovery, Teasing, Filthy Smut

Warnings: Explicit sexual content (18+), nipple play, orgasm denial, mutual teasing, smut, dirty talk, overstimulation

It all happened by accident.

Jungkook had always been playful, sometimes he would grab your waist as he walked by,squeeze your thigh just to make you jump or press into your back when he reached for something overhead. It was like second nature, something both of you got used to it, part of living together and the side effect of too much time spent teasing, touching. But this accident changed everything.

It was late, both of you lying on the couch, a movie playing. You were in nothing but a loose tank top and shorts, comfortable in your shared apartment. Jungkook who was beside you was lazy with sleep, arm draped across the back of the couch, fingers occasionally brushing your shoulder, your collarbone and sometimes your arm.

You really should have known better than to let your guard down. Because the moment he reached for the popcorn bowl on your lap, his knuckles grazed your chest and you whimpered.

The sound was small like barely noticeable, but Jungkook froze. His hand lingered heavy against the side of your breast, and when his fingers flexed just slightly testing, you sucked in a breath, thighs pressing together involuntarily.

Jungkook’s gaze snapped to yours and fuck you knew that look. Dark eyes, parted lips, something dangerous flickering beneath the surface.

“…Sensitive?” His voice was low teasing, but his hand didn’t move. You should laughed it off or swatted his hand away. But your body betrayed you.

Your breath came out shaky, your fingers gripping the blanket on your lap, the heat between your legs already unbearable. He then noticed and smirked.

That’s when you knew you were fucked.

At first, it was just an experiment but the he slowly started testing you even more..

He began brushing against you more often accidentally and of course purposefully. Pressing his arm against your chest when he reached for something, bumping into you when passing by, resting his head on your lap, face far too close to your torso. You tried to ignore it like really tried but then came the teasing.

Like when you stretched one morning, your shirt lifting slightly and Jungkook’s eyes flickered down, lips curling "Careful" he murmured, "Wouldn’t want me to get ideas"

Or the time you changed in front of him without thinking, your back turned, only to hear the sharp inhale when you pulled your shirt over your head, you turned, brows raised "Problem?" Jungkook grinned "Not at all, just enjoying the view"

And then there was the real test.

It happened in the kitchen. You were making tea when Jungkook appeared behind you, warm breath ghosting over your shoulder. His hands landed on your waist, fingers squeezing just enough to make you lean into him. "Morning" he murmured.

You exhaled "Morning"

Jungkook leaned closer, chest pressing against your back. His hand slid up, up…and before you could stop him, his fingers brushed over your nipple through your thin tank top.

The reaction was instant.

Your breath hitched, a soft embarrassingly needy sound slipping from your lips. Jungkook groaned, deep and low, his hand pausing.

"Fuck" he muttered voice wrecked "You really are sensitive" Your cheeks burned "Jungkook-" But he wasn’t listening. His fingers rubbed again, feeling the way your body arched into his touch. "You’ve been hiding this from me all this time?" he murmured, grinning against your neck. You whimpered and he laughed, dark and amused "God, I could make you cum just from this, couldn’t I?" Your thighs clamped together and that was all he needed.

In an instant, you were pressed against the counter, Jungkook’s body pinning you in place, his hands sliding under your shirt, thumbs rolling over your hardened nipples.

The sensation was devastating. You gasped, hands flying to grip his wrists, but you didn’t pull away. "You like that?" he breathed, grinding against you from behind. "So fucking responsive, baby”

Your head fell against his shoulder, lips parting around another moan. Jungkook growled, "Shit" he muttered, rutting against you, his cock already painfully hard. "You sound so fucking good"

You whined, hips bucking into nothing. "Jungkook" you gasped, breathless.

He stiffened "You really want me to stop?" His voice was strained, barely holding on, you swallowed hard. "No"

Jungkook cursed and then he lost it. He spun you around, lifting you onto the counter, spreading your thighs as he stepped between them.

His mouth latched onto your nipple, sucking, tongue flicking, hands gripping your waist, holding you still. The pleasure was immediate, unbearable. You cried out, nails digging into his shoulders, grinding against his clothed cock. Jungkook groaned into your skin, hands roaming, grabbing.

"Look at you" he muttered, switching to the other breast, sucking a dark bruise onto the soft skin "So fucking needy"

You couldn’t speak, couldn’t think not when his tongue was teasing, rolling, flicking in perfect circles "Jungkook-fuck-"

His fingers dipped into your shorts, sliding over your soaked core, "Shit" he hissed, "You’re dripping"

You whimpered "Need you" you gasped, desperate, ruined.

Jungkook groaned, rutting against your heat, "Not yet" he muttered, voice wrecked. "I wanna hear you beg"

Your thighs clenched, "Please, Jungkook-"

He smirked, dragging his fingers up to your nipple again, pinching lightly. "You want my cock that bad?" Your eyes rolled back, body trembling. "Yes" you sobbed. "Please-"

Jungkook exhaled sharply and then he gave in.

With one swift motion, he shoved your shorts aside, freed his cock, and slid into you, deep, perfect, overwhelming. You moaned loudly, head falling back. Jungkook grunted, his forehead pressing to yours "Fuck, baby" he panted, thrusting slow, teasing "This is what you wanted, huh?"

You whimpered, nodding. Jungkook chuckled darkly "Then hold on" he murmured, and then he gripped your thighs, holding you open, vulnerable, completely his.

His cock filled you so perfectly, so deeply, stretching your walls with every slow, deliberate thrust. The heat between you was unbearable, your body trembling, chest heaving from the intensity of it all.

" Fuck your shaking," he muttered, voice thick. His hands slid up your sides, thumbs grazing the curve of your breasts, fingertips teasing over your already sensitive, swollen nipples. Your breath hitched violently. He felt it, the way your body clenched instinctively around him, how your legs tightened around his waist, your nails digging into his arms.

"Oh you like that" Jungkook groaned, voice taunting, knowing. His fingers rolled your nipples between them, tugging and teasing "Makes your little pussy so fucking tight"

You whimpered pathetically, head dropping forward, body overwhelmed. "You’re gonna make me cum too fast" he muttered, gritting his teeth. And then he twisted your nipples just right, and you snapped.

A choked moan left your lips, back arching violently, body clenching down around him, your orgasm crashing through you in intense, overwhelming waves.

Jungkook groaned, deep and wrecked, his rhythm stuttering, hips slamming into you harder, rougher, desperate for release.

"That’s it" he gritted out, watching you come undone beneath him. "So fucking pretty when you fall apart for me"

You were still shaking, body sensitive, overstimulated, but he wasn’t done.

His thrusts turned sharp, deeper, his cock grinding against that perfect spot inside you, sending aftershocks of pleasure surging through you.

"Jungkook" you gasped, nails raking down his back.

He growled at the sound of his name falling from your lips like a prayer, at the way your body pulsed so perfectly around him."Fuck" he muttered, gripping your thighs tighter. "Gonna fill you up, baby. You want that?"

Your head nodded frantically, legs locking around him, pulling him deeper "Please," you whispered, voice wrecked, desperate.

And that was all he needed. With a sharp curse, Jungkook thrust one last time, burying himself spilling deep inside you, his body shuddering violently as he came, his breath hot, uneven, wrecked against your skin. For a long moment, neither of you moved. Jungkook stayed inside you, chest rising and falling against yours, lips brushing your shoulder, hands still gripping your waist like he wasn’t ready to let go.

Then finally he exhaled, soft, shaky, satisfied. "Fuck" he whispered, pressing a lazy kiss to your neck. You hummed in agreement, your fingers trailing slowly up his back. His lips curled against your skin.

"You’re gonna let me do that again, right?"

You laughed breathlessly, tilting your head to kiss him. "Only if you stop teasing me first"

Jungkook smirked "Not a chance”

[gleamingseok]

Say my name

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Smut, Phone Sex

Warnings: Explicit themes, dirty talk, voice kink, mutual teasing, light dominance, overstimulation

"Hey~"

Taehyung’s voice was deep, heavy with sleep. It crackled through the phone, sending shivers down your spine.

"You’re still awake?" you teased, rolling onto your back. "Could say the same about you" he murmured. You could hear the smile in his voice "What are you doing?"

"Just lying in bed"

"Mmm" he hummed, voice dropping an octave. "Wish I was there"

Your stomach fluttered. You loved the way his voice wrapped around you, smooth and slow like honey. "Yeah?"

"Mhm It’s lonely tonight"

"Poor baby" Your smile turned teasing. "You need me to talk you to sleep?"

He chuckled, but something in his breath hitched barely noticeable, but you caught it.

"Your voice doesn’t make me want to sleep, baby" he admitted. "It makes me hard"

Your breath stopped. You hummed, dragging a hand over your stomach, fingers teasing the waistband of your panties "You sound breathless, Tae"

He exhaled sharply. "That’s because I am, baby" His voice was thick, heavy with arousal, and you knew he was touching himself. "Are you hard?" you whispered.

He let out a shaky breath, and the slight rustling on his end made your body burn "So fucking hard" he admitted, voice strained "All because of you"

Your thighs clenched together, heat pooling low in your belly "Wish I could see you" you murmured.

"Wish you could fucking touch me" he groaned. The desperation in his voice made your pulse skyrocket.

"What would you do if I was there, Tae?" He let out a deep, wrecked sigh "Wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you" he confessed, "Would make you say my name over and over until you couldn’t think about anything else"

Your breath hitched "Say it" he commanded softly, "Tae" you whispered, dragging your fingers lower, teasing yourself just like you knew he was doing.

He groaned, the sound absolutely filthy "Keep going, baby, Let me hear you"

"Tae-"

"Mmm, already breathless?" He smirked through the phone, "Are you touching yourself yet?"

Heat pooled between your thighs. "N-No."

"Why not?" His voice dipped into something darker, more commanding "Do it"

You swallowed hard, your fingers sliding down, teasing over your stomach. "You sound needy," you whispered.

Taehyung groaned "Baby, I’m fucking struggling right now"

Your thighs clenched together.

"You don’t know what you do to me" he rasped, voice wrecked. "I can’t even think straight I’m so fucking hard, it hurts" A soft whimper slipped from your lips, and he growled.

"Touch yourself. Right now."

You obeyed instantly, your fingers slipping lower, teasing yourself the way you knew he would if he were here.

Your fingers dipped lower, and when your next moan slipped through the phone, you heard it the unmistakable sound of his hand moving faster, his breath turning ragged.

"You sound so pretty" he groaned, "Wish I was there to hear it in person. Wish I could fucking feel you"

Your fingers circled your clit, and your body tensed, "That’s my girl" he groaned, his breathing uneven.

"Tell me how it feels"

"So-so good," you whimpered "Faster" he ordered.

You obeyed, your breath catching.

"I bet you’re soaking for me" he groaned. "Wish I could see you. Wish I could spread you open and make you beg"

"Tae, please-"

"Fuck, I need more," he panted.

You heard it the rustling of fabric, the sharp inhale as he touched himself. "You touching yourself now?" you asked breathlessly.

"Yeah," he groaned. "Fuck, baby, I wish this was you"

Your stomach tightened.

"Say my name," he commanded.

"Taehyung," you gasped.

"Again"

"Tae-fuck, please!"

His whimper nearly ended you.

"Baby, I’m so fucking close" he admitted, voice shaking "Cum for me. Let me hear you" Your body snapped. Your orgasm ripped through you, moans spilling from your lips as your body trembled.

"Fuck-fuck, baby-" Taehyung groaned through his own release, his breathing heavy, uneven.

The sound of him falling apart because of you had you shivering, your body still humming with pleasure.

A beat of silence passed.

Then, he chuckled breathlessly. "Well, fuck. Now I really can’t sleep"

You giggled, burying your face into the pillow. "Guess you’ll just have to call me again, then"

Taehyung smirked against the receiver "Oh, baby, I will"

[gleamingseok]

when the curtains stay open- Pt3

Pairing: Neighbor!Jungkook × Female Reader Genre: Smut, Teasing, Dom!Jungkook, Tension, Rough & Desperate Sex Warnings: Explicit content, Dominance/Power Play, Slight Degradation, Overstimulation, Light Choking, Desperate & Rough Jungkook

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You weren’t patient especially when it came to Jungkook.

Not when you had already felt how badly he wanted you in that elevator while his hands gripping your hips, his cock pressing against you, his breath hot in your ear as he growled about how he’d have you on your knees if the situation allowed.

But it didn’t. And now you were waiting, so tonight you decided to make him break.

Your room was dimly lit, curtains drawn open just enough to reveal your body to him across the short distance separating your apartments. he short distance between your apartments. Jungkook was at his desk, sitting in front of his laptop, brows furrowed in concentration.

For now.

You stood in front of the window, fingers playing with the hem of your shirt, watching him. At first, he didn’t notice. His fingers moved across the keyboard, his mind focused elsewhere.

Then you lifted your top over your head. His typing slowed. You smirked, dragging the soft fabric over your skin, letting it fall to the floor as you reached for your shorts. Hooking your thumbs into the waistband, 

you slid them down, along with your panties, letting the cool air kiss your bare skin.

Jungkook noticed, His fingers froze above the keyboard, his jaw clenching as his dark gaze raked over your body. His chest rose and fell just a little too heavily, but he didn’t look away.

Naked, you climbed onto your bed, letting him take in every inch of you as you settled over a soft, plush pillow. You pressed down just enough to feel it against your swollen clit, a slow sigh slipping past your lips as pleasure bloomed beneath your skin.

Jungkook’s hands curled into fists.

Slowly, you rolled your hips, dragging your slick folds along the cushion, shivering at the delicious friction. The heat between your legs grew as you moved, your body needy, desperate for more.

Jungkook’s breathing turned heavy, His legs spread slightly, his sweats hanging low on his hips, and fuck—he looked like he was barely holding himself together. Like he was this close to breaking.

So, you pushed him further, Lifting your fingers to your lips, you sucked them slowly, letting your tongue swirl around them before trailing them down your body. Your nipples hardened under your own touch as you traced circles over them, a breathy moan slipping past your lips.

Jungkook shifted in his seat. Lower.

Your fingers glided over your stomach, down your thighs until finally they disappeared between them.

Jungkook’s nostrils flared, A sharp inhale, his grip tightening on the desk as you spread yourself open, your fingers slipping through your wetness, coating them in your arousal. Your hips ground harder against the pillow, your clit throbbing under the pressure, your breath coming faster.

Jungkook’s jaw locked, His tongue swiped over his bottom lip, his chest rising and falling like he was at war with himself. But you saw it, you saw the way his cock strained against his sweats, the way his fingers twitched like he wanted to touch himself. But he didn’t. At least not yet.

So you moaned loud. Lifting your gaze, you met his bold, unashamed, fucking daring him.

He then broke.

His chair scraped against the floor, his laptop slammed shut.

And then he was gone.

Your stomach flipped.

You barely had time to process before you heard it the distant sound of his apartment door unlocking, heavy footsteps.

Your pulse pounded. Oh, fuck, Scrambling off the pillow, you barely managed to sit up before

BANG.

Your front door slammed open. Jungkook stood in the doorway, chest heaving, sweatpants slung low on his hips, eyes fucking wild.

He didn’t move or speak, Just stared at you and the pillow between your legs, at the way you were sitting there panting, thighs clenched, mouth slightly open like the filthy little thing he had been trying so fucking hard to resist.

You swallowed thickly. “Jungkook-”

He was on you in seconds, slamming the door shut behind him before grabbing you. His hands were rough, unforgiving, yanking your hips to the edge of the bed as he towered over you.

His fingers dug into your thighs, spreading them wide as he glared down at you, his voice dark and rough “You think this is fucking funny?”

Your lips parted, breath catching.

 His grip tightened “You think I don’t know what you’re doing?” he growled, his jaw clenching as he dragged his gaze over your flushed, trembling body “You think I don’t see how fucking desperate you are for me?” A shiver ran down your spine, But you didn’t back down.

You smirked. “I don’t know what you’re talking ab-” A sharp slap landed on your inner thigh, making you gasp “Wrong fucking answer”

Your breath hitched.

Jungkook exhaled heavily, his fingers trailing up your soaked folds, pressing just enough to make you whimper.

His dark eyes flickered up.

“You made this mess” His fingers swirled slow, teasing circles over your clit “Now you’re gonna take responsibility” In a blink Jungkook grabbed your arm spun you around, your bare chest pressed against the cool window, his body flush behind you, trapping you in place.

You gasped, your hands splaying against the glass, your nipples pebbling from the contrast of cold air and his burning heat.

Jungkook’s breath was ragged against your ear, his fingers trailing up your sides, slow, teasing, torturous “You really thought you could get away with that?” His voice was low, dark, edged with something dangerous. His lips brushed your ear as his hands ghosted over your hips, barely touching. “Putting on that little show for me?”

You whimpered, pressing back against him, desperate for more, Jungkook chuckled, mocking “Oh, now you want me, huh?” he rolled his hips, his cock thick, hard, aching, rubbing between your slick folds but not pushing in.

You moaned, body arching, but his hands gripped your waist, holding you still “Uh-uh” His teeth scraped against your shoulder, his fingers squeezing, keeping you right where he wanted “Not so bold now, are you?” You let out a frustrated whimper “Jungkook-”

He laughed, low and breathless, as if he was enjoying your suffering “I should make you wait,” he murmured, dragging his cock through your slick folds again, coating himself in you, teasing your entrance “Make you beg for it like the needy little thing you are”

You sobbed, your legs shaking “Please”

Jungkook groaned, his grip tightening “Fuck, you sound so pretty when you beg”His hand trailed lower, fingers slipping between your thighs, spreading you open.

Then he pulled away.

A frustrated cry tore from your lips as he stepped back, his warmth disappearing, leaving you panting, empty. You turned, your eyes wild, desperate, only to see him standing their sweatpants slung low on his hips, chest heaving, his cock in his hand.

And fuck he was stroking himself. Slow and Torturous. Jungkook smirked “This is what you wanted, right?” His fist moved so fucking slow, his other hand gripping your chin, forcing you to watch. “You wanted me to lose my mind?”

Your lips parted, a whimper escaping.

He groaned, tightening his grip on himself. “You’ve been driving me insane for days, baby” he rasped, his thumb swiping over the tip, his jaw clenching “Ever since that fucking elevator” Your breath hitched.

Jungkook grinned, dark and dangerous. “Oh, you thought I forgot?” He tilted his head, his strokes getting slower, teasing himself and teasing you. “You were pressed against me, all soft and warm, looking up at me with those big, innocent eyes” He chuckled, shaking his head. “And the second I got home?” His lips curled “I wrapped my hand around my cock and thought about ruining you” You whimpered, thighs clenching. Jungkook noticed.

His smirk widened “You like that?” His hand moved faster, showing you exactly what he did every night “Like knowing I came thinking about you?”

“Bet you would’ve let me fuck you in that elevator,” he murmured, stepping closer, turning you against the glass, teasing your entrance with his tip again “Wouldn’t you?”

You nodded “Yes”, His cock pressed against your soaked folds, just barely pushing in. You gasped, trying to move back, trying to take more. Jungkook growled, his hands grabbing your hips, holding you still “Not yet, baby.” Your whine was broken, you were desperate. “Beg for it” His voice was sharp, demanding. “Beg me to fuck you”

Your pride was shattered. You’d do anything literally anything if he would just stop teasing you.

“Jungkook, please” you whimpered, pressing your forehead to the glass. “I need you I need your cock, please-”

His moan was deep, “Good girl” Then he snapped.

With one hard brutal thrust, he buried himself inside you, stretching you open, filling you to the fucking brim. A strangled scream tore from your lips as he slammed his hips against yours, deep, punishing.

Jungkook groaned, head falling forward, fingers digging into your waist “Fuck-” 

Then he started moving hard, fast.

His hips crashed into yours, the window shaking with every thrust, the glass fogging up from your moans, your cries.

“You wanted this?” His voice was breathless, “Wanted to tease me?” You sobbed, barely able to speak or to breathe.

Jungkook’s fingers slipped between you, circling your clit, pushing you higher.

Your body jerked, trembled.

“Cum for me,” he groaned, demanding. “Cum while I’m fucking you”

And just like that you exploded.

A scream ripped from your throat as your orgasm ripped through you, your pussy clenching so hard around him.

Jungkook snapped.

His hips stuttered, a deep, broken moan escaping his lips as he buried himself deep, spilling inside you, his cock pulsing, his whole body shaking.

For a long moment nothing, Just shaking limbs, heavy breathing, skin slick with sweat.

Then Jungkook laughed.

“You’re a fucking menace,” he muttered, pressing a lazy kiss to your shoulder, his hands still gripping your hips. “And now you’re mine”

[gleamingseok]

when the curtains stay open-Pt2

What started as an accident became an invitation neither of you could resist

Pairing : neighbour Jungkook x reader

Genre: fluff, smut, teasing

Summary: Jungkook wasn’t supposed to see you that night. He wasn’t supposed to watch. But now, the image of you with your fingers deep inside yourself, moaning like you wanted him to see has been haunting him for days. He’s been trying to push it from his mind. But when he steps into the elevator and finds you already inside, there’s no escaping from you now.

{Part1: https://www.tumblr.com/gleamingseok/774563883559092224/when-the-curtains-stay-open-pt1?source=share }

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Jungkook hadn’t been the same since that night since the moment he accidentally caught you in your most intimate moment legs spread, fingers between your legs, body trembling as you fucked yourself right in front of him.

He had tried to convince himself it was a mistake. That he shouldn’t have kept watching. That he should’ve shut his blinds and gone to bed like a decent fucking person instead of sitting there, palming his cock, unable to tear his eyes away from you. But what fucked with him the most? Was that you knew he was watching. You had seen him and you didn’t stop.

It had been three days, and Jungkook had been avoiding you like his life depended on it. He knew if he saw you again, he wouldn’t be able to act normal.

So, he had been careful. Made sure to leave his apartment at different times so he wouldn’t run into you. He was determined to get you out of his fucking head.

But clearly, fate had other plans.

Jungkook sighed as he stepped into your apartment building’s elevator, heading up to see his friend Taehyung. He barely registered anything, running a hand through his hair as the metal doors slid open and his breath caught in his throat.

You were already inside.

Standing there, back against the mirrored wall, one hand holding your phone, the other casually resting against your thigh.

Jungkook froze. Fuck.

Your eyes lifted at the sound of the doors opening, and the moment your gaze locked onto his, the air shifted. His heart pounded, heat rushing through his veins as memories of you flooded his brain moaning, arching, fingers buried in your slick heat, eyes locked on his across the space between your apartments. And now, you were right in front of him.

Real.

Smirking.

Jungkook clenched his jaw. He could’ve turned back. Could’ve taken the fucking stairs. But he didn’t. Instead, he stepped in.

The elevator doors slid shut behind him, sealing the two of you inside. The space was small, too small, he could feel the warmth radiating off your body, could smell the faint hint of your perfume invading his senses. His pulse thundered in his ears as he stared straight ahead, forcing himself not to look at you.

But then you shifted. Just a small movement, a slow uncrossing of your legs, letting your skirt ride just a little higher.

Jungkook exhaled sharply through his nose, gripping the fabric of his sweats.

You were fucking with him.

He turned his head slightly, his dark gaze meeting yours. “You enjoying yourself?”

You tilted your head, your lips curving into a smirk. “Mmm, I don’t know. Are you?”

Fucking brat.

Jungkook scoffed, shaking his head. “You’ve got a real bad habit of testing my patience” You hummed, faking innocence. “I don’t know what you’re talking about”

His eyes dropped taking in the sight of your bare thighs, the soft rise and fall of your chest beneath your top, the way you looked so fucking relaxed while he was losing his fucking mind.

His cock twitched in his sweats, memories of you flickering through his brain like a fucking curse. You must have noticed. Because you licked your lips. Slow and Deliberate.

Jungkook’s fingers twitched. “You’re playing a dangerous game, baby,” he murmured, voice dark and rough.

You leaned back against the wall, your smirk widening. “Am I?”

His jaw ticked. You knew what you were doing. You had seen the way he watched you that night. You had seen the way he hadn’t looked away. And now, you were taunting him with it. He clenched his fists, willing himself to breathe.

But then The elevator jerked. The lights flickered.

And suddenly, everything stopped.

A red emergency light bathed the small space in dim glow. The control panel beeped, flashing an error message. Elevator malfunction. 

Jungkook blinked. You blinked.

Then you burst out laughing, “Oh my fucking god,” you giggled, shaking your head. “This is so fucking cliché.”

Jungkook didn’t laugh. He didn’t breathe.

Because your voice and your laugh? It only made things worse. It reminded him of the sounds you made that night those little breathy moans, the way you gasped when your fingers slid inside yourself, the way your lips parted when you came.

Because he knew he was fucked, not because he is claustrophobic not because he was worried of being stuck for hours but because he was with the one person he had been desperately trying to stay the fuck away from and judging by the way you were looking at him now amused, teasing, you knew exactly what that meant.

Jungkook exhaled slowly, his control hanging by a fucking thread. This was going to be a long fucking night.

He clenched his jaw, dragging a hand down his face as you stood beside him, far too relaxed. He forced himself to focus, stepping forward to press the emergency button.

A robotic voice crackled over the speaker. “Attention passengers, the elevator has experienced a minor malfunction. Estimated wait time fifteen to twenty minutes.” Jungkook exhaled sharply, rolling his shoulders. Twenty minutes. Twenty fucking minutes alone, with you, In a small, enclosed space.

Fucking great.

You sighed dramatically, shifting your weight, and out of the corner of his eye, Jungkook saw the way your skirt rode up just a little higher. 

The universe hated him.

"Guess we're stuck," you mused, leaning back against the mirrored wall. Jungkook grunted in response, keeping his eyes fixed on the control panel, refusing to look at you.

"You've been avoiding me," you said suddenly, tilting your head. He tensed, but kept his expression blank. "No, I haven’t." You then smirked. "Oh? So it’s just a coincidence that we haven’t run into each other since that night?" He should have expected this. He should have known you were going to bring it up, But hearing you say it out loud made his blood fucking burn. His fingers curled into fists. “Drop it.” You tsked, crossing your arms, Jungkook clenched his jaw, inhaling slowly through his nose but then you moved just enough to shift closer, your body heat radiating against his arm, your perfume wrapping around him like a fucking trap.

"You know," you mused, voice dripping with amusement, "I was wondering how long it would take before we ended up alone like this” Jungkook could feel his control slipping another inch "I mean," you continued, fingers toying with the hem of your skirt, "I get it. You saw something you weren’t supposed to, and now you don’t know how to act around me" Jungkook's breath was heavy, sharp “I know how to act.”

You hummed, unconvinced "Then why won’t you look at me?"

His muscles tensed, He could feel your eyes on him, watching, waiting. He inhaled, exhaled, Then, finally he turned.

And fuck.

You were looking at him like you knew exactly what you were doing to him, Like you knew his cock had been half-hard since the second he stepped into this elevator.

The space between you was too small. The air was thick. Your bare legs were right fucking there, so close that if he reached out just slightly his fingers would graze your skin. You leaned in just a little more, your voice barely above a whisper “Does it bother you?” Jungkook swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Does what bother me?” You licked your lips “The fact that I didn’t stop” his entire body locked up.

His fingers curled at his sides, his breath uneven, every muscle in him screaming to do something, You smirked, seeing the way his jaw clenched.

"You saw me," you murmured, voice sultry, teasing. "You watched me. And you didn’t look away." Jungkook exhaled sharply. He was losing it, And you weren’t done.

"You wanted to watch," you continued, tilting your head. "Didn't you?" Jungkook's hands twitched. His cock throbbed painfully against his sweats, memories of you flashing in his mind your fingers buried deep, your thighs shaking, your eyes locked onto his as you came for him, He exhaled, shaking his head "You're playing a dangerous fucking game, baby” Your lips curled, your voice dropping lower "And what happens when you stop playing?" 

In a blur, he was on you his hands gripping your hips, spinning you around, pinning you against the mirrored wall. A gasp left your lips, your palms slapping against the glass, but before you could react His body pressed against yours, His breath was hot against your ear, his voice a dark, low growl "You think this is funny?" You inhaled sharply, your body instantly reacting to his touch, heat pooling low in your stomach.

Jungkook's fingers tightened around your hips, pulling you back against him, and fuck, you felt him. Thick. Hard and Desperate.

His lips grazed your ear "You wanted me to see you that night," he murmured, his voice dangerously soft. "Didn't you?” Your breath hitched, "You wanted me to sit there and watch you fall apart" His hands trailed lower, his fingers skimming the hem of your skirt "You knew what you were doing" .You bit your lip, pressing your forehead against the glass. “And if I did?” He then groaned.

His fingers dug into your hips, his cock pressing harder against your ass, his breath ragged "If this fucking elevator wasn't stuck," he growled, "I'd have you on your knees by now."

A whimper slipped from your lips. Jungkook smirked, his grip tightening. "Oh? You like that?" Your thighs then clenched "You like knowing how fucking hard I get thinking about you?" His lips ghosted over your neck, his teeth grazing your skin "You like teasing me, making me suffer?" Your breath came out in shallow pants. “M-Maybe” Jungkook groaned, grinding against you. 

The elevator beeped.

The lights flickered. And It started moving.

Both of you  froze.

And just like that he stepped back.

The tension remained, thick, undeniable.

But Jungkook only smirked. "This isn’t over," he muttered, running his tongue over his bottom lip.

Then, the doors slid open, and he walked out. Leaving you wrecked and aching for more.

[gleamingseok]

When the curtains stay open - pt1

What started as an accident became an invitation neither of you could resist

Pairing : neighbour Jungkook x reader

Genre: fluff, smut, SMUT, ( masturbation, exhibition, voyeurism)

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Jungkook had just finished a late night workout, his wet hair sticking to his forehead, walking toward his window. He had a perfect view of your apartment, your bedroom directly across from his, separated only by a few feet and a window.

Most nights, he’d catch glimpses of you when you were getting ready for bed, reading or sometimes staring out at the night sky, lost in your thoughts. But tonight… tonight was totally different.

the moment his eyes landed on you his breath caught in his throat.

You were on your bed, legs spread wide open, one hand buried between them while the other gripping the sheets. Your head was tilted back, lips slightly parted, your chest softly rising and falling in shallow breaths. The dim light of your bedside lamp cast golden shadows on your skin, highlighting every curve, every delicious movement of your fingers.

Jungkook froze, gripping the edge of his window, his eyes darkening.

Fuck.

He shouldn’t be looking, he should look away. He should close the blinds and give you privacy.

But then your head turned, and your gaze locked onto his.

For a moment, neither of you moved. His heart pounded, heat rushing through his veins. He expected you to stop, to hurry and shut your curtains in embarrassment.

But to his surprise you didn’t.

Instead, your lips curled into the faintest smirk, and your fingers kept moving.

Jungkook’s cock twitched in his sweats as the realization settled in, you were putting on a show for him.

His hand moved instinctively, palming the growing bulge through his pants. You noticed, your eyes flickering down to his lap, and something about the way you bit your lip, teasing him without a single word, made him lose the last shred of control he had.

His hand dipped beneath the waistband of his sweats, wrapping around his hard length, stroking slowly. His eyes never left you, watching the way your hips bucked into your own touch, the way your fingers worked yourself open. The way you moaned, just loud enough that he swore he could hear it through the glass.

"Fuck," he exhaled, letting his head fall back for a second before meeting your gaze again.

Your movements slowed, teasing him, making him wait. Your fingers slid up your slick folds, circling your clit in slow motions making sure he saw every second of it. His grip tightened, stroking himself faster, the need to be inside you, to replace your fingers with his own, making his entire body throb.

And then, you did something that nearly ended him.

You brought your fingers to your lips, slipping them into your mouth, tasting yourself eyes locked on his the whole time.

Jungkook groaned, running his tongue over his bottom lip, his jaw clenching. "You’re fucking evil," he muttered, knowing you couldn’t hear him but hoping you could read it on his lips.

You simply smirked.

But two could play this game.

Still holding his length, he pushed his sweatpants down just enough to free himself completely. The sight of his cock thick, flushed, glistening with precum made your legs squeeze together, your fingers working even faster.

"Good girl," he murmured, watching your eyes widen slightly at the praise. "So fucking desperate for me, aren’t you?"

You moaned, throwing your head back, fingers plunging inside yourself, his strokes turning rougher, more erratic. His breath came out in ragged pants, his muscles tensing, so close to unraveling.

But he wanted to watch you fall apart first.

"Cum for me," he rasped, voice thick with lust. "Let me see you."

Your fingers moved faster, chasing the high, your moans growing louder. The sight of Jungkook, fisting his cock across from you, eyes locked on your every movement, had you loosing your mind. The tension coiled tighter and tighter until

Your back arched, body trembling, your mouth falling open in a silent scream as you came, waves of pleasure crashing through you. Your fingers didn’t stop, working yourself through it, hips rolling into your own touch.

Jungkook groaned, watching you come undone pushing him right to the edge. His strokes turned frantic, his abs clenching, his thighs tightening,  "Fuck," he growled, throwing his head back as he came, thick ropes of white spilling over his hand, his body shuddering with release. His breaths were heavy, his heart racing, but his eyes were back on you the second he came down from his high.

Your fingers were still lazily tracing your swollen folds, and that damn smirk was back on your lips.

Jungkook let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head. "You’re gonna be the death of me," he muttered.

You stretched, looking thoroughly satisfied, before reaching over to switch off your lamp. But before your room went dark, you met his gaze one last time.

And then, with a wink, you were gone.

Jungkook exhaled, raking a hand through his damp hair, a knowing smile tugging at his lips.

Because this little game between you two, It was far from over and this was only the beginning

[gleamingseok]

Play me, not the game

One shot: Jungkook’s too busy gaming… but you’re about to show him what real distraction feels like.

pairing: boyfriend Jungkook x reader

genre : boyfriend, smuuuut

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Jungkook was playing for the whole day with his friends and I got bored so I thought I could disturb him a little bit, I knock on his door opened it after a quick come in was said from the other side, 

He was in the middle of an intense match, seeing his fingers flying across the keyboard got me imagining them thrusting inside of me. He glances up as I enter, noticing my short dress. His mind wandering to the thoughts of peeling it off of me and having his way with me.

As if I could read his mind I slowly walk in and decide to straddle his lap his breath hitches as I do so. By the look on his face he can already feel how wet I am, and it takes all his self control to not rip off my dress and fuck me right there. 

I slowly started feeling him getting hard, he then said " i find it so hard to focus on the game when all I can think about is bending you over this desk and fuck you from behind" I smile knowing that I'm getting the attention I am looking for and I grind against him letting him feel my wetness on his short.

I let out a soft moan feeling his cock throbbing in his shorts, begging for release. He leans back in the chair, pulling me closer with his free hand and whisper in my ear "you're gonna be the death of me baby." I then start leaving small kisses on his neck, he groans sending shivers down my spine, I slowly start moving my hand down his chest until it was on top of his clothed cock, I start pulling his shorts slowly and his cock springing free from its confinement.

He lets out a low growl, his hips involuntarily thrusting upwards as I teasingly rub against it. "you're gonna make me mess up big time..." I lean in and whisper in his ear all while I softly stroke his dick " then you have to keep your focus on the game and let me have my fun"  he lets out a sigh of pleasure as I softly stroke his cock, his eyes flickering between the game and the erotic sight. My hands move up and down his length, making it difficult to focus on anything else.

He reaches down to stop me but I gently bat his hand away, I then move my panties to the side and slowly start rubbing his dick between my folds, Jungkook lets out a guttural moan as he felt his dick slicking up with my wetness, I start to slowly sink down onto his dick, his eyes roll back in pleasure and he lets out a growl finding it too difficult to keep his focus on the game. " shit baby you gonna make me loose" 

I then decide to stop moving feeling his dick 

buried inside of me, the sensation is almost unbearable and he lets out a whine of frustration, the temptation to move to feel his thrust is almost overwhelming but I force myself to stay still, I try to subtly adjust my position but accidentally causing his dick to plunge in deeper, his body tenses up and he lets out a strangled moan, his hips bucking involuntary against my motion and it takes everything in me to not start moving.

With a frustrated growl Jungkook toss's his controller aside and grabs my hips, pulling me down onto his cock as he thrust up into me. The sensation is almost too much to bear, and he can feel himself quickly losing control, he leans in close, his breath hot against my ear. "You feel so fucking good, baby...I've been thinking about this all day, imagining how tight and wet you'd be"

He growls softly against my neck, his arms wrapping around me tightly as he continues to thrust into me. "And now here you are, sitting on my lap and driving me crazy... I'm going to make you come so hard, baby...you'll forget your own name..." 

As he pump into me, his breathing gets heavier, and he trail kisses down me neck. "Tell me you like it... tell me how my big dick feels inside you..." his thrusts become faster and deeper, completely losing his earlier restraint. "Fuck, you're perfect..." Feeling myself clenching around him, neither of us  can hold back any longer. He wrap his arms around my waist and flip us over so that he is on top, pounding into me even harder. "Look at me...look at me while you cum..." he leans down, capturing my lips in a heated kiss as he piston his hips against mine, hitting that perfect spot inside me. 

"That's it...cum all over my cock, baby..." his movements become more intense, knowing i am close. "You feel so good..."  

As i moan against his lips, I feel my whole body tense up and then suddenly I am cumming hard, my inner walls clenching around his cock in the most intense orgasm I've ever felt. "Fuck, baby...you're squeezing me so tight...I'm gonna..."

With a final, earth-shattering thrust, he releases inside me, filling me up completely as he collapses on top of me, our bodies glued together by sweat and our combined release. "Baby...baby...you okay?" He pants against your neck, his arms wrapped tightly around you.  

I whimper softly, my body twitching as small aftershocks run through me. He slowly pulls out, making you both moan softly. He sees that my inner thighs are wet with his release that leaked out. "Damn..." He mutters softly, then laughs suddenly. You know, I think you took more of me than usual this time..." He says, his fingers gently tracing patterns on my stomach possessively.

"You need a shower with me later to thoroughly clean up" He finishes with a playful smirk, but there's warmth in his eyes as he gazes down at me tenderly. He leans in to press a soft kiss to my forehead. "For now, let me just hold you a bit longer, yeah?"