Smut Shorts Stories (Taekook)
Wet Dreams, Real Screams 1
The sheets stuck to Taehyung’s skin like glue. He gasped awake, back arched, hips grinding helplessly against the mattress. His mouth was parted in a moan he didn’t remember letting out.
He whispered, palm sliding down his bare stomach to the rock-hard bulge in his boxers. He was soaked — not just with sweat, but… yeah. That kind of soaked.
It was the third night this week. The third night he dreamed about Jungkook.
And it wasn’t sweet, romantic dreams, either. No. It was filthy.
Jungkook had him begging in that voice he always used when he was serious. Rough. Deep. Dominant. Like Taehyung was something to own, not love.
And the worst part?
He liked it.
He craved it.
And then the mattress dipped behind him.
He froze.
A hand slid around his waist, firm and steady.
Jeon jungkook
“You dream loud, Tae,”
Jungkook murmured against his neck, lips brushing hot over flushed skin.
Jeon jungkook
“You were whimpering my name. I figured I’d help you out.”
Taehyung’s eyes flew open.
kim taehyung
“J-Jungkook—?”
Jungkook purred, fingers already slipping into the waistband of his boxers
Jeon jungkook
“I wanna see if I can make you scream louder awake than you do asleep.”
And just like that, Taehyung melted under him, spine curling as Jungkook’s mouth latched onto his shoulder, teeth grazing lightly.
No more dreams. This was real. Every touch, every bite, every slow grind of hips.
Real.
And Tae knew — he wouldn’t be whispering his name tonight.
He’d be screaming it.
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