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.