#bigdix

— Video — ✦ Pairing:

Jeon Jungkook × Fem!Reader

✦ Genre:

Smut (Hardcore), PWP (Plot What Plot), Kink Exploration, Dom/Sub Dynamics, Camboy!AU, Sensual Angst (soft moments amidst the filth)

✦ Words Count: ~2k

✦ Summary:

It started with a whisper. A fantasy shared between tangled sheets and sinful smirks. "Let me record us," he said. "Just once." You laughed it off. He didn't. Now, the camera is blinking red, and Jungkook—bare-chested and dangerous—is ready to make a masterpiece out of you. A night of control, desire, worship, and filthy, unfiltered love unfolds in front of the lens. And you? You've never felt more his.

✦ Warnings (18+ MINORS DNI):

Dominant!Jungkook  · Submissive!Reader · Camboy kink / Voyeurism · Video recording (consensual) · Edging & Orgasm control · Light choking · Restraints (cuffs & blindfold) · Dirty talk, praise, and possessiveness · Rough sex (doggy, cowgirl, multiple positions) · Aftercare & soft dom elements · Filthy language  · Graphic sexual content

Note: This is a work of fiction. Reader discretion is strongly advised. 

The room was dimly lit, bathed in soft amber from the overhead sconces and the flickering of a single candle on the dresser. The camera blinked red on its tripod, already recording. The lens faced the king-sized bed—flawlessly made, except for the thick cuffs already tied to the headboard and the sleek bottle of lube resting beside a neatly folded blindfold.

Jungkook stood at the edge of the bed, shirtless, black sweatpants hanging low on his hips, revealing the deep cut of his V-line. His tattoos peeked from the curve of his neck down to his forearms, shadows dancing over the ink as he moved. His hand adjusted the focus on the camera, face calm, composed... but his eyes?

Blown wide with desire.

This wasn't spontaneous. It had been building for weeks. A shared fantasy, whispered in bed, in passing kisses, and filthy little smirks exchanged in public.

"Let me film us," he'd said one night. His voice had been rough against her neck, breath warm as he dragged his fingers between her thighs. "I want to see you like that. Watch it back when I'm alone. My perfect girl—on top of me, begging."

She had flushed. She shook her head. "You're insane."

He had grinned. "I know. But I also know you'll give in, my lady. You always do when I ask nicely."

And damn it, he had been right.

The door creaked softly.

She stepped in, wrapped in an oversized hoodie that barely covered the lace panties she wore underneath. Her bare legs were smooth, shy steps barely echoed on the wooden floor. Her eyes flicked to the camera—then to him. She froze.

Jungkook smiled.

"Hey, baby."

"Hi," she said, a little breathless. Her fingers tugged at the hem of her hoodie. "You're already filming?"

He stepped forward, closing the space between them in slow, calculated strides. His hand cupped her jaw, thumb stroking over her bottom lip. "Don't worry. The camera's focused on the bed. It's not your face I want to capture tonight. It's your body. Your sounds. The way you fall apart for me."

She swallowed hard. Her thighs clenched.

"You're nervous," he said softly, dipping his head to press a kiss beneath her ear.

"I just..." she hesitated. "I've never done something like this before."

"And that's exactly why I want to. Because it's new. Forbidden. Beautiful." He pulled back, eyes locking with hers. "Because I want you to see yourself the way I do when I'm inside you."

Her lips parted.

He moved behind her, slowly pulling down her hoodie, revealing her bare skin inch by inch. "Tonight, baby," he whispered, his breath a sinful trail down her spine, "you're mine. Mine to touch. Mine to fuck. Mine to film."

She trembled.

"Color?"

"Green," she whispered.

Jungkook's smirk grew.

"Good girl."

He kissed the back of her neck, hands smoothing over her waist. "Now go to bed. On your knees. Show me how my lady obeys when I say action."

Her breath hitched.

The camera blinked. Red. Ready.

And Jungkook's voice was nothing short of a command.

"Let's make something worth watching."

She moved with hesitation, the cool air licking at her skin as she crossed the room.

Every step toward the bed felt heavier than the last—not from fear, but anticipation. The knowledge that she was about to give him all of her, in a way she never had before. Her heart pounded loudly in her ears, loud enough to drown out everything but him.

The soft click of the camera adjusting.

The low rustle of his sweatpants being pushed slightly lower.

His breathing—measured, hungry.

She reached the bed, climbed up, and turned to face him, resting on her knees. The mattress dipped slightly beneath her weight, and she could feel the distant hum of the cuffs beside her.

Jungkook's voice was low, but sharp enough to pierce the silence.

"Hands behind your back, baby. Sit up straight."

She obeyed instantly.

Her back arched, chest pushed forward, and her hands laced behind her as if tied by invisible strings. Her nipples—bare and tight from the cold and nerves—brushed the air. She could feel the camera lens burning into her.

"Good," he murmured.

He stepped closer, climbing onto the bed, crawling in front of her until he was face-to-face. The mattress shifted beneath his weight, making her sway slightly—but she didn't break form. Not until his fingers slid up the back of her neck, gripping a handful of her hair.

He tilted her head back, forcing her to look into his eyes. His own gaze raked over her face, slow and sinful.

"You're shaking."

"I know," she whispered.

"You're wet already, aren't you?"

Her cheeks flushed.

"Yes."

A slow smirk spread across his face.

"Fucking perfect."

He reached over and grabbed the blindfold, letting it dangle from his fingers for a moment before he spoke again.

"Trust me?"

"Always."

"Then no more hiding." His voice dipped lower, thick with want. "No more pretending to be innocent when you're the filthiest girl I've ever touched."

She gasped—but didn't deny it.

He tied the blindfold over her eyes.

Darkness.

Her world turned into sound and sensation—the warmth of his breath, the rustle of sheets, the faint whirring of the camera as it zoomed slightly.

Then came his mouth.

Hot, open kisses against her throat. Her collarbones. Down the swell of her breasts. He sucked a mark above her heart, then another lower, right between her ribs, branding her as his.

"Arms down. Now crawl to the headboard."

She moved blindly, instinctively, guided only by his voice and the pull of her own arousal. Her hands met the cuffs, and she hesitated.

Jungkook was right behind her.

"Put them on."

The leather wrapped around her wrists—tight, secure, inescapable.

He kissed her shoulder before leaning in to whisper—

"You look so fucking beautiful like this, baby. Like a work of art. Made for sin."

She whimpered.

His palm slid down her back, gliding over the curve of her ass, fingers teasing between her thighs—but not quite where she needed him.

"You ready for me?"

"Yes," she breathed.

He reached for the lube, slicking his fingers before slipping one inside her without warning. She gasped, body arching back, thighs trembling.

"So tight," he groaned. "Fuck—this is going to look so good on camera."

He slid in another, scissoring gently, curling just enough to make her cry out.

Then—he pulled away.

"On your knees. Arch that pretty back for me, my lady. Let me see all of you."

She moved as commanded.

Positioned perfectly for the camera. Ass up. Face down. Wrists cuffed. Blindfolded. Vulnerable—but never safer than in his hands.

Jungkook knelt behind her, spreading her legs farther apart with one hand. His other hand gripped the base of his cock, rock hard and dripping.

He leaned forward, whispering into her ear.

"This is what I'm going to replay again and again. You. Dripping for me. Shaking. Ruined."

She moaned.

And when he finally pushed inside—

Her scream was music. And the camera didn't miss a thing.

Jungkook's grip on her hips was bruising.

His thick length slid in and out of her slick heat, slow, deep, and devastating. Every thrust rocked her forward, her cheek pressing harder into the mattress, her wrists straining softly in the cuffs above her. The blindfold dulled her world, but every other sense was lit on fire.

She could feel everything— The stretch. The fullness. The burn of denial.

Jungkook groaned low in his throat, head tilted back, jaw clenched. "Fuck, baby. Listen to how wet you are." And he was right—there was no hiding it. The obscene sounds of her soaked pussy being split by him filled the room like a filthy soundtrack, all caught by the camera's red light blinking steadily at the foot of the bed.

"You take me so damn well," he muttered, one hand sliding up her spine. "Your body was made to be fucked like this. Face down, ass up, trembling for me."

She whimpered. "Jungkook..."

"I said no talking unless you're begging, my lady."

She moaned at the name—his name for her, laced with power and reverence. It made her ache.

His hand moved up, fingers curling in her hair and tugging her head back just enough to expose her throat. "Still green?" he murmured, his voice now brushing her ear, almost tender.

"Green," she panted, hips arching back against his thrust.

And that was all the permission he needed.

Jungkook's pace changed—no longer teasing. He fucked her now. Relentless. Unforgiving. His hips snapping forward with authority, forcing little gasps from her lips each time his pelvis slapped against her ass.

Her wrists jerked in the cuffs, needing something—more. Her whole body was tightening, coiling, burning under him like a live wire about to explode.

He reached around her waist, hand slipping down between her thighs, fingers gliding over her swollen clit. "You gonna come for me now, baby?" he rasped. "Come on daddy's cock?"

"Y-Yes! Please—" she cried.

He growled at that.

His fingers rubbed faster. His thrusts got harder. The bed creaked violently, headboard rattling against the wall, camera catching every second.

"Let go, darling. Don't hold back. I want to feel you break."

Her orgasm slammed into her.

Her scream was strangled, head falling forward, body shaking as her walls clenched around him with brutal force. Her legs nearly gave out, but Jungkook held her steady, fucking her through it like a man obsessed.

And then—he followed.

With a deep grunt and a few final thrusts, he spilled inside her, groaning her name like it was a prayer, a curse, a promise.

When he finally stopped moving, they were both panting—sweat-slicked, trembling, tangled.

The camera blinked.

Still red. Still recording.

Still capturing her ruin.

The room was still echoing with the ghosts of moans and skin meeting skin.

But now— There was only silence. Heavy breathing. And the soft, barely-there sound of Jungkook's palm brushing sweat-matted hair from her flushed cheek.

She lay exactly where he'd left her—trembling, still cuffed, eyes covered by the blindfold, chest rising and falling like she'd just survived something feral. Which she had.

Jungkook watched her.

Completely, utterly ruined. And it made his heart ache.

She looked ethereal—fragile even—bent over like that with his cum dripping down her thighs, and it didn't matter that the camera was still rolling. This part wasn't for the video.

This part was just for her.

"Baby..." he whispered softly, reaching forward to unclip the cuffs one by one.

She whimpered faintly as her arms dropped, aching from the position. He caught her before she could slump forward, arms curling around her middle, pulling her up and onto his lap. Her legs trembled around him, head falling on his shoulder.

"I got you," he murmured, one hand stroking her spine in slow, loving circles.

She was too quiet.

That kind of quiet that only came after complete surrender. When your body didn't know how to come down from it. When your mind was still in another galaxy from being so thoroughly taken apart.

He gently slid the blindfold up and off.

She blinked—once, twice—eyes glossy and dazed, lips swollen and parted.

"Hi," he whispered, pressing a kiss to her temple. "You with me?"

She nodded slowly. Then, with a shaky voice— "Yeah... just floating."

Jungkook smiled. That answer meant everything. He shifted to cradle her tighter against him, one hand trailing up her thigh, over her ribs, pausing over her chest where her heart was still racing.

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