**Title:** *Golden Sweat & Filthy Promises*
**Pairing:** Jungkook x Reader (Y/N)
**Genre:** pure filthy smut, idol!au, secret-to-public, obsessive love, zero plot just cock and obsession
**Warnings:** 18+ ONLY, extremely explicit sex, breeding kink, size kink, dirty talk that’ll ruin your panties, multiple orgasms, squirting, oral (giving & receiving), deepthroat, choking, spanking, hair-pulling, creampie, cum play, mirror sex, public risk, Jungkook being an unhinged possessive daddy, aftercare that makes you fall in love, long as fuck because I want you soaked and shaking by the end
**A/N:** you asked for it raw, baby. no holding back. read with your legs open. 💜
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The second the door to his private studio clicks shut behind you, Jungkook’s on you like he’s been starving for weeks.
His big tattooed hand fists in your hair, yanking your head back so hard your scalp stings in the best way. “Been thinking about this tight little pussy all day during rehearsal,” he growls against your mouth, voice low and wrecked. “Every time I hit that high note I imagined you creaming on my cock instead.”
You don’t even get to answer before he’s shoving his tongue past your lips, kissing you like he owns you. Deep, sloppy, filthy. His other hand palms your ass, squeezing hard enough to leave fingerprints, then he lifts you like you weigh nothing and slams your back against the soundproof wall.
Your legs wrap around his waist automatically. He grinds his hips forward and you feel it—his cock already rock-hard and massive, straining against his sweatpants, thick and hot and leaking for you.
“Feel that?” he rasps, rolling his hips so the fat head of his dick drags right over your clit through your soaked panties. “That’s what you do to me. Walk in here looking like a fucking wet dream and my cock gets stupid for you.”
He doesn’t bother with foreplay tonight. He’s too gone. One rough tug and your skirt’s bunched around your waist, panties ripped to the side. Two thick fingers shove inside you without warning, curling hard against that spot that makes your eyes roll back.
“Fuck, you’re dripping down my wrist already,” he laughs darkly, pumping faster. “Such a greedy little slut for Jungkook’s fingers, huh? Say it.”
“I—I’m your greedy slut,” you moan, hips bucking against his hand.
He adds a third finger, stretching you open, scissoring while his thumb brutalizes your clit. Your first orgasm hits so fast it punches the air out of you—walls clenching, squirting all over his forearm as he keeps fucking you through it with those long fingers.
“Good girl,” he praises, pulling his fingers out and shoving them straight into your mouth. “Taste how desperate you are for me.”
You suck them clean, eyes locked on his while he watches you like he wants to eat you alive.
Then he drops to his knees.
He buries his face between your thighs like a man possessed, tongue flat and dragging up your dripping folds before he sucks your clit into his mouth so hard your knees buckle. He doesn’t tease. He devours. Tongue fucking into you, nose grinding against your clit, growling and moaning like your pussy is his favorite meal.
You come again in under a minute, thighs shaking around his head, fingers yanking his black hair as you scream his name loud enough the walls vibrate.
He stands up, lips shiny with your cum, and spins you around so fast your cheek presses against the cool mirror wall. He yanks your hips back, kicks your legs wider, and in one brutal thrust he buries every thick inch of his cock inside you to the hilt.
“Fuuuuck,” he groans, forehead dropping to your shoulder. “Still so fucking tight. Milking me already, baby. This pussy was made for my cock, wasn’t it?”
He doesn’t give you time to adjust. He fucks you like he hates you and loves you at the same time—deep, punishing strokes that make your tits bounce and your breath fog the mirror. Every thrust slams the head of his dick right into your cervix, pain and pleasure mixing until you’re sobbing.
“Look at yourself,” he demands, fisting your hair and forcing your head up so you watch in the mirror. “Look how pretty you look getting ruined by Jungkook’s fat cock.”
Your mouth is open, mascara running, lips swollen. His hand snakes around to wrap around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your eyes flutter.
“Gonna fill this pussy up until it’s leaking my cum for days,” he pants, hips snapping faster. “Want you walking around with my load dripping down your thighs while you pretend to be a good girl in public.”
You come again, harder this time, walls fluttering and squirting around him so hard it soaks his balls and the floor.
He pulls out suddenly, spins you around, and drops you to your knees.
“Open,” he orders.
You barely have time to part your lips before he’s shoving his cock down your throat, thick and veiny and tasting like you and him mixed together. He fucks your face without mercy, balls slapping your chin, hand tangled in your hair as he uses your mouth like a toy.
“Take it all, baby. That’s it—fuck—gonna cum down this pretty throat.”
He does. Hot, thick ropes shoot straight down your throat and you swallow every drop, eyes watering, looking up at him like he’s your god.
He pulls you up, kisses you messy and deep so you both taste yourselves, then throws you onto the leather couch.
This time he’s slower. Meaner.
He spreads your legs wide, hooks your knees over his elbows, and slides back inside you inch by inch until he’s buried to the balls again. Then he starts grinding—deep, filthy circles that rub his pubic bone right against your swollen clit.
“Feel me here?” he whispers, pressing down on your lower stomach so you can feel exactly where his cock is rearranging your insides. “That’s how deep I am. Gonna fuck a baby into you one day, make sure everyone knows this pussy belongs to me.”
You’re crying now, overstimulated and perfect. He leans down, sucks a nipple into his mouth, bites down, then soothes it with his tongue while he keeps that devastating grind going.
You come a fourth time, screaming, body convulsing so hard he has to hold you down.
Only then does he let himself go.
He fucks you through your orgasm like an animal—fast, sloppy, desperate. The couch creaks. Skin slaps skin. His balls smack wetly against your ass.
“Gonna cum—fuck—gonna fill you so full,” he snarls.
He buries himself to the hilt and explodes. You feel every pulse, every thick spurt painting your walls, so much cum it leaks out around his cock even while he’s still inside you.
He stays buried deep, rolling his hips lazily to push it deeper, kissing you slow and sweet now, whispering “mine, mine, mine” against your lips like a prayer.
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That was just the first round.
By the time the sun comes up you’ve lost count of how many times he made you cum.
He fucked you on the mixing desk, your legs wrapped around his waist while he played back the filthy moans he recorded of you earlier that night.
He bent you over the couch again and ate his own cum out of your pussy before fucking it right back in.
He made you ride him in front of the mirror so you could watch his cock disappear inside you over and over, his hands guiding your hips, spanking your ass red every time you slowed down.
At one point he had you on your back, legs pushed to your chest in a mating press, fucking you so deep you swore you could feel him in your throat.
“Say my name when you cum,” he demanded, thumb on your clit. “Loud. I want the whole building to know who’s making this pussy cry.”
You screamed “Jungkook—daddy—fuck—” as you squirted all over his abs.
He came with you that time, roaring your name, pumping you so full you could feel your belly swell slightly from how much he gave you.
After the last round he carries you to the shower like you’re made of glass. Washes your hair, kisses every bruise and bite mark he left, then drops to his knees again just to eat you gently until you come one more time on his tongue, soft and slow and shaking.
He towels you dry, dresses you in one of his oversized hoodies that smells like him, and pulls you into his lap on the couch.
His voice is hoarse when he finally speaks again.
“I’m not hiding anymore,” he says, lips brushing your temple. “Tomorrow I’m walking into that company meeting and telling them you’re mine. I’m posting you on my story. I’m taking you on dates where the whole world can see me kiss you stupid in public.”
You smile against his neck, still feeling his cum leaking out of you.
“And tonight?” you whisper.
He grins that bunny smile that makes your heart stop, then flips you onto your back again, spreading your legs with his hands.
“Tonight I’m fucking you until you can’t walk tomorrow. Then I’m doing it all over again the day after.”
He slides back inside you—still hard, still hungry—and you moan like the desperate girl you are for him.
Because Jeon Jungkook doesn’t just fuck.
He ruins.
And you’re happily, dripping, screaming ruined.
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**End notes:**
yeah i went full unhinged. if your panties aren’t soaked and your thighs aren’t pressed together right now i didn’t do my job. part 2 where he claims you in public? say the word and i’ll make it even nastier.
tags: #jungkook #btsjungkook #jungkooksmut #jeonjungkook #idolau #breedingkink #squirting #daddykink #filthyfanfic #makemewet #jungkookxreader #longsmut
now go change your sheets, baby 💜
can I text you privately Kookie? (Fic)
I'll do by myself... 😉
why fking not