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
“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.
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?”
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?”
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.
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?”
“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.
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.
“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.”
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.”
