synopsis: your skills as a videographer gets put to the test when your friend, who happens to be in the same profession, falls victim to double-booking. problem is, you only specialized in weddings, not adult films. despite your initial reluctance, you take the job. cue the lights ⊠you meet jeon jungkook, a pornstar, on set â in his world. you just never expected him to play a part in yours.
pairing: pornstar!jungkook x wedding videographer!fem reader
wc: 74.8k
genre: s2l, pornstar au, smut, angst, fluff
cw: slice of life, miscommunication, inaccurate adult filming industry discourse/depiction, situationship, sexual exploration, tension, yearning, virgin oc, 18+ ONLY, specific smut warnings in each part.
STATUS: COMPLETED ââ
prologue (4.7k)
act i. (14.3k)
act ii. (16.9k)
act iii. (17.8k)
final act (21.1k)
extra: epilogue (tbd)
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analysis 1 // analysis 2 // analysis 3
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Mind Games
Ship: Toxic BestFriend!Jungkook x ToxicBestFriend!Reader
Description: You and Jungkook are the most toxic best friends imaginable. The possessiveness, the constant arguments, the whole package. But why were you both so jealous when you werenât even dating?
Warnings: HardDom!JK, Brat!Reader, BratTamer!JK, Talk, Degrading, Sadism/Masochism, BDSM, Hate Sex, Double Fingering (Hehehe), Orgasm Denial, Edging, Punishment, Spanking, Slapping, Degradation/Humiliation, Overstimulation, Choking, Minor Cucking? You'll see (Not what you think), Praising, Pussy Slapping, Masturbation, Orgasm Denial, Love Making, Slut Shaming (JK receiving), Oral Sex, Extremely Toxic Friendship/Relationship!!!! Yandere themes from both characters, extremely unlikeable (unless you're into that sort of thing) Reader!!, Best Friends to Lovers, Jealousy, Possessiveness, Manipulation, Obsession, Weed
Word Count: 23.1k
A/N: This was the original idea of Deal With It/And Find Out, but had made a lot of changes with the characters to make them more palatable and to test out the waters. These characters lean far more in depth with the toxic dynamic I originally had in mind. It was inspired by the video game The Coffin of Andy and LeyLey. Regardless, I hope you enjoy it! Alternate Enhypen Sunghoon version can be found as ParadoXXX by @m-hypen.
There's an old Greek myth that explains why people are drawn to each other, always trying to find the one, their perfect fit.
Long ago, people were not in the forms they know today. Rather, they were attached back to back, never even facing each other, but could feel the other with every move they made. They could be two men, two women, a man and a woman, or a myriad of other combinations. They were always two, and at the same time one. They had four arms, four legs, two heads. An amalgamation of flesh and limbs, moving as one, a partner connected to them in every sense of the word. They could never leave each other's sides, and they would always know each other's souls. They were powerful, beautiful beings, who had to be punished for their hubris, as stories of humanity often go. The gods separated them in half, dividing the limbs from eight to four, the heads from two to one.Â
Forever, humans were destined to search for the soul who was once tethered to their own, their missing piece.Â
A human without their soulmate wasn't truly human yet at all, not in the same, completed sense they were before. It's what drives us to search for them without ever being told to, that has us brush paths with other minds and other beings until we find the familiar touch we ached for all along, without ever even realizing it.
Most people were lucky to meet their soulmate by the time they were in their 30s. Others found theirs by the time they were middle aged. Some never found theirs at all.
You were luckier than most, having found the one when you were all but five.
You could barely even recall the memory. Not what you said, not what he said, it was all a blur. All you remembered was the moment your eyes met his, and how every atom in your body was drawn to him, knowing that this was the person you had spent every previous life searching for. And now he had practically fallen into your lap.
He had known it, too. He knew no matter what you did, no matter what came between you, he was yours.
Your parents weren't around much when you were growing up, and when they saw you attached to the hip with the neighbor boy, they figured he had it covered. "Jungkook will take care of you," they had said, not wanting to deal with whatever trouble you had caused back when you were still seeking their affection. As if it were actually worth something. "You're his problem."
Perhaps you took it a bit too much to heart.
When you'd get picked on during recess he was the one who stood up to your bullies. (Well, he tried.) Sometimes they'd retaliate, their aggression being redirected from you to your poor friend. (He'd still have to fight, because you got in a lot less trouble when you used your hands rather than whatever was sharpies nearby, which was your usual move.) It was usually you who started it in the first place, too. If Jungkook didn't get there in time to step between you, however, it often ended up worse, with him tagging along as you were dragged to the principal's office for whatever nefarious scheme you had cooked up. You expected him to come with you each time it happened, you didn't even have to ask. You always got everything you wanted, especially from him. He'd sit with you in every detention you received even if he didn't do anything wrong. He'd always apologize on your behalf to whoever you pissed off that day with your abrasiveness and foul mouth. When he got his first part time job, much of his tiny paychecks were spent on taking you out to eat and buying you gifts when he happened to piss you offâ which was a lot.
A part of Jungkook acknowledged you were a burdenâ something you would accuse him of thinking over and over again but he'd never admit. (At least, not out loud.) Great emphasis had been put on the fact that he was expected to stay by your side through anything. He was supposed to be your protector, your mentor, your best friend since birth. Given that he was the one born a few weeks earlier, he was put in charge of your well-being. It's not like your folks really wanted to parent anyway, too busy booking cruises and leaving the responsibility on Jungkook's shoulders. His parents gave less of a shit about it than yours did. They were to preoccupied with image, a large part of it involving your futures. They'd coo and awe at the idea of the two of you growing up and getting married, so much so that you yourself proclaimed it as fate when you two were all but five.
Jungkook's always been expected to spend his entire life with you.
You were constantly getting in trouble though, refusing to make serious connections with anyone else because you had him. You always had him. Any text you sent him and, no matter how busy, he was at your place within the hour. You were his problem to fix, over and over again, no matter what prior engagements he had planned to spend away from you. It's not like you ever wanted him to be away from you, though. He really was your only friend, or at least the only one you actually liked. Eventually he was able to convince you to at least pretend to be friends with others, for appearances' sake. He thought a bit of feminine influence could do you some good, and to an extent you did. You weren't exactly fond of the new "friends" you had to make, however. You pretty much openly disdained everyone except for Jungkook.
Though sometimes you openly hated him too.
Especially when his attention was directed anywhere other than you. You'd scoff and have an attitude whenever he went out with fellow classmates at university, and throw a major bitch fit if it happened to be a girl. Any chick Jungkook so much as mentioned would have you seeing red.
What could he possibly need her for any way? Was she just another one of the sluts he kept on the side that he thought you didn't know about? After all, how could you not hear about it when your "friends" have been telling you rumors about your best friend since high school? What did those cunts have that you weren't providing for him? Were they just another tool for him, the way your friends were for you? It's not like he could connect with any of them, not the way he does with you.
You were born with an innate corruption that never seemed to go away. From a spoiled toddler, trouble maker kid, rebellious teenager, and now bitchy adult, you never quite found yourself able to relate to the people around you. They were all so fucking boring and stupid, anything they had to offer simply coming off as dull to you. You didn't need any of these dimwits, their fake smiles and false concern. Jungkook was all you needed.Â
You knew Jungkook saw the darkness in you. The way he'd give you a glare before speaking to whatever teacher was reprimanding you. The way he told you "Don't." at times when you barely opened your mouth, knowing exactly what you were thinking and what you were about to say, and that the results would be calamitous at best. The exasperation in his voice when he had to diffuse whatever situation you caused. The annoyance in his tone when you'd spam him with calls or texts when he wasn't answering. Whenever he called you a psycho bitch when you were yelling at him about wanting to fuck whatever girl happened to approach the two of you that day. He wasn't blind to itâ he bore witness to everything. He had to watch and study your every move for years, because he knew if he kept his eyes off of you for even a second, he'd face the consequences one way or another.Â
Sometimes you wondered why he stayed. Was it just because he was expected to by your parents? Surely he would've ditched you as soon as the two of you became adults. Did he love you, despite everything you constantly put him through? He always seemed so put out though when you'd interrogate him on that type of answer, asking if he loved his "new girlfriend" (latest fuck) more than you, if she was prettier than you. The answer was always no. But then again, Jeon Jungkook was always a big fat liar, so how could you ever trust him?
You came to the conclusion that whatever sinister wickedness you possessed, he did too. Maybe he wasn't as bad as you, but he was also far better at hiding it. Some twisted link the two of you shared kept you unable to let go of each other.
That didn't stop you from worrying over that exact thing, though, every minute of every day.
No matter how many times Jungkook assured you he'd never leave you, you never seemed to fully believe him. It's been that way well over twenty years now, and Jungkook is beginning to suspect it'll be a permanent fixture of his life.
Jungkook wondered himself sometimes why he stayed with you. You were a total conniving bitch, constantly manipulating him into doing what you want and throwing tantrums when you weren't his absolute top priority. God forbid he openly date another girl. He knew you weren't completely stupidâ he was messy at times. He'd slip up and something would throw a wrench in his plans despite him usually thinking three steps ahead. Better than the impulsive streak you bore. Still, he made an effort to hide any of his secret relationships from you. Even when the girls begged and insisted on making things official, Jungkook had to tell them otherwise. Over and over again they'd ask him to pick them over his best friend, and every time it guaranteed a fast exit for him. His answer was always the same and unwavering. He was unable to commit to any woman, knowing your reaction to any girl becoming an even temporary part of his life would be disastrous. Was sex really worth facing your wrath?
A small, meek part of him was scared you'd actually leave him.
The fear may be irrational, but it's one he's always been anxious of. He used to be terrified about you getting expelled and being sent to another school away from him, out of his sight. He didn't even want you to spend detentions alone, afraid you'd make things worse for yourself without him there. God, the amount of shit he had probably unknowingly saved you from. What if one day you piss of the wrong person and are taken away from him forever? What if you went to jail because of some dumb shit you pulled? He wouldn't even be able to stay inside with you, penitentiaries often being divided by sex.Â
You were always his responsibility, and though it has been a burden on his life for as long as he could remember, he couldn't stand the thought of you being anyone else's. You were his. His problem. Made for him. He had always known it in his bones.
He'd have to push down the deeper recesses of that thought, however, reminding himself the two of you literally grew up together your entire lives. You were like a sister to himâ or as close as he'd ever get to one. Jungkook was constantly reminded of the fact by family, friends, and peers. "They're not like that, they're practically related," people would say when others would question how close the two of you were. "They're basically brother and sister." Something in his stomach churned whenever he heard that, but he knew why it was said. He practically raised you. Hell, he's still teaching you how to behave. He couldn't possibly allow himself to see you that way. He'd stick his dick in whatever he could to make sure of it.
No matter how much you'd try to tempt him.
You'd make teasing remarks and joke about the concept of you two jumping in bed together, much to his (mock) disgust.
"I hope you're not planning on going out in that," Jungkook warned, flipping channels through your TV as you pranced about shorts that tested his patience.Â
"Why? Don't think they look good on me?" you said playfully.Â
"No," he deadpanned, not reacting to your (cute) angry pout. "They're indecent."
"Would they look better on the floor, you think?" you teased.
Jungkook's ears burned at that, but he kept his eyes glued to the TV, not wanting to look at your smug face should you interpret his expression for flustered. "Quit embarrassing yourself and go put on actual clothes."
It was your turn to become unnerved this time, your face heating up in both agitation and embarrassment as you scoffed at Jungkook's words. "Fine!" you huffed, trying to ignore the all to0 common twist in your chest at the rejection. Why should you feel so defeated? It's not like you had any hope of a different response... right? Jungkook's always acting disgusted when you make jokes like that. He wasn't your boyfriend, and clearly he never would be. He saw you as his best friend, basically his sister. Never anything more.
But he was so much more to you.
He was your birthright, your possession. Yours. Your Kookie, no matter how often he reminds you to stop calling you by that stupid childhood nickname. Yours. And yours alone.
No matter what whore he ended up taking to bed, he'd always end up kicking them out and going to you in the morning. No matter what psychotic argument you started, how much you'd push his buttons, and how much you'd push the limit, he stayed.
He may yell back. He may put you in your place the way no one else would be able to. He may quell your bratty attitude and bring you back down to Earth even in your bitchiest attitudes.
No matter how much you pushed it though, he stayed.
Though you were so, so scared that one day you were going to take it to far and drive him away for good.
To a certain degree you were self aware of your own behavior. You were exhausting to put up with, and there was a reason beyond your own stubbornness that you only had Jungkook. You couldn't help it, though. Sometimes the resentment and fire would just build up in you and explode with no warning at all.Â
Today was one of those days.
You yanked Jungkook's headphones off his head, startling and angering him as his game was interrupted. He yelped and glared at you, mouth open to scold you and ask what the fuck you thought you were doing. That is, until he saw what was in your hand, and his heart dropped to the pit of his stomach.
You wore a sneer of absolute disgust as you held up the pair of panties between two fingers, dangling it as far as you could away from you and into his space. The rage permeated off of you in an intimidating aura, sending a chill down Jungkook's spine as you glowered down at him in his gaming chair.
"Found this buried in your couch cushions," you growled in an accusatory tone, tossing them in the trash can by his desk.
Jungkook rose from his chair, leaving his game unattended to. "It's notâ"
"What, were you fucking another one of your whores right before I came in? Is that way you didn't have time to clean your disgusting couch?" You wiped your hand across your shirt, as though trying to get off any germs that had transferred from the fabric. "Can't believe you let me sit on that thing after you defiled it. Fucking gross."
Jungkook rolled his eyes, knowing already where this was going. It was a fight that has been rehashed to the death any time you find out a woman has so much as stepped foot in his apartment. "I don't get what the big deal is."
"The big deal is I had to sit on a place where your nasty ass fucked some slut!" You exclaimed, eyes narrowing. "Fucking gross, Jeon. Can't keep your dick in your pants? You just have to nail half the city for, what, your STD collection?"
"I use protection, stop throwing such a bitch fit," Jungkook snapped back, irritated with you already. "So I fucked a girl on my couchâ"
"Ha! So you admit it!" You pointed a finger in his face, eyes blazing at his confession. "And to think you were about to pull some bullshit lie up your ass. Oh, don't give me that look Kookie, I know exactly what you were about to say."
Jungkook slapped a palm over his face, letting it drag. He wasn't going to win this. He never did. "And what was that, since you know everything?"
You clasped your hands together, cheeks burning as you felt yourself fume and stew. You couldn't get the picture out of your head. Jungkook, banging some faceless whore on the couch where the two of you watched the entirety of Breaking Bad and half of Netflix. Now when you looked at it you'd only be able to envision him on top of another girl. You know you shouldn't be naiveâ he's probably used a different girl on every surface of his goddamn apartment. Still, coming face to face with physical proof of his disloyalty set you off like nothing else. With dramatic vitriol, you mimicked your friend's most likely mindless words. "Oh, it's not what you think! Those aren't mine. Those are just a friend's. I'm sure it's an accident! She was no one!"
The girls were apparently always "just no one" to him. They didn't matter. You matter, that's what he always assured you.
Then why did you feel like nothing when you found a piece of fabric wedged between the cushions?
Jungkook crossed his arms, unamused by your theatrics. "She was no one. Why should you even care anyway?"
"Because I do!" You felt the toxicity leach out of you through every pore, this illogical fury reaching a boiling point. "And you just... don't! You never do, huh? You just don't give a fuck about me, do you? You know how upset it makes me, but you go out and do it anyways. I mean, fuck how I feel, right? Clearly you don't give a shit."
Jungkook sighed, taking a step towards you and reaching out. "You know that's not true."
"It is, though. That's why you hid it from me, isn't it?"
"I forgot all about it!" Jungkook said, exasperated, throwing his hands up. "If I didn't give a shit about you anyways I'd leave it out where you can see. I didn't do it just to hurtâ" He stopped himself, running his hands over his face. "Why do you have to take it like some personal attack every fucking time? Why do you have to be such a bitch for no good reason?"
That part made your chest sting, a mixture of both emptiness and pain filling up the hollow cavity where your heart should be. You stay quiet for a moment, letting his words hang in the air. You couldn't help it or choke it down, your eyes beginning to sting as tears appeared along your water line.
Why couldn't he fucking get it? Why didn't he understand he was yours? You made it so clear to him that you're his in every way. What did he still need other girls for?Â
Why weren't you enough for him?
Jungkook, blood now boiling, examined your sorrowful expression. As much as he wanted to stay angry at you for coming in screaming about his sex life you had no part in (as he often had to remind himself), he couldn't help but soften. He's seen you cry a thousand times over the years, yet it never gets easier; he couldn't help but melt at the sight of you. The scowl he once had morphed into one of worry, and he reached for you out of instinct. You tried to slap his hands away, but he ignored your protests and sniffles and wrapped you in a bear hug, letting you bury your face into his chest as you started to cry.
"I'm sorry. Please don't be upset with me," he immediately backtracked, trying to soothe you as he tangled his fingers in your hair, pressing his lips to your forehead. Regret quickly replaced any feelings of exhaustion or anger towards your antagonizing. He couldn't stand seeing you upset like this. The screaming and tantrums he could handle, but something about your expression just now made him want beg on his knees for your forgiveness. Why did he always have to upset you? Why was he always hurting you somehow, without even meaning to?
You hated it. You hated how weak he made you. You hated him sometimes for making you so miserable for no reason at all.Â
You let your tears fall onto his shirt as you sobbed, though he didn't seem to mind. He soothingly pet your head in the way he knew you loved, and held you a little tighter. You loved the moments you could spend in his arms, from sharing a bed during shared family vacations or making up after a fight. It was one of the few times you could let yourself believe in the security you so desperately craved from him.
"I'm just a fuck up, aren't I?" Jungkook softly said, voice calm as he stroked your hair. "I made you cry and everything. I'm really the worst."
You let out a small giggle at that, hiding your face in his shirt so he wouldn't see. "You're not the worst," you whispered, a small admittance.
"I'm not?"
You shook your head a little, blinking away the tears. "Everyone else's the worst."
Vibrations emitted from his chest as he laughed. "You're right. Everyone else is the worst..." He squeezed you a little tighter for a second. "That's why it's just you and me."
You grasped onto the fabric you were crying into, curling your fists at his assurance. "It is?"
He kissed your forehead, pressing his lips against you as he inhaled the lilac-scent of your shampoo. "Of course. Always."
You let your cheeks dry as you take in his words. This is always how it ended. Jungkook would give you some sweet words to dissuade your anger, and you'd forgive him like always until he did it again, and the cycle would repeat.
God, you were such a toxic piece of shit. You should let go of him. Let him fuck who he wants without having to worry about upsetting you, a girl who he wasn't even interested in remotely. He'd never see you the same way, and here you were punishing him for what? His disloyalty? Why should he owe you anything after everything you've put him through.
Maybe you were just addicted to punishing yourself, like someone in a situationship. But yours wasn't even that.
Your head swam with thoughts of self doubt and hatred. Quietly, you asked, "Do you ever hate me, Jungkook?"
He seemed to freeze in your embrace, the question unexpected. Usually it's something you accused him of in one of your fits, not ask during the come down. "Of course not. What makes you think that?"
You sniffled. "Sometimes I just think you'd be better off without me."
Jungkook hadn't given it much thought before, mainly because he'd rather do anything than imagine his life without you in it. As many flaws as he could list, he could name a plethora of things he liked about you. Your drive and wit that could charm any talk show host, if you actually cared to impress anyone but him. Even that aspect, your unwillingness to people-please anyone else and do what you wanted. You weren't a doormat the way he was, always choosing to fight rather than cower. You were always able to do much more damage than he could, whether it was against bullies or mean coworkers or abhorrent professors. If anything, he felt like often he held you back. Sure, from trouble, but who would you be if you didn't have someone you were always tied down to? Who would you be without him?
The thought made him feel sick, and he wrapped his arms around you a bit more securely to really feel you with him. You weren't going anywhere, you were right here in his arms.
Then why did he sometimes feel so distant from you? Like right now? He was always able to tell what you were thinking. Except the times you retreated into yourself, in your shell where even he couldn't reach you at times. It always made him anxious about whatever he'd say next.
"I don't like to think about it, honestly," Jungkook said honestly. Was it something you thought about? Did you ever think about leaving him? Were you thinking about it now? "I don't want to imagine us not being together."
"Even though I give you so much grief?" you questioned. "Even though you have other girls?"
Jungkook laughed. Your jealousy and possessiveness over him was still showing. Good. This he could work with. "You don't have to worry about that. They aren't important."
"What if one becomes important?"
It's an unexpected question that, again, Jungkook hadn't considered.
"None of them would be as important as you," he assured. "No one ever could."
Part of that made you feel better, but it wasn't quite what you wanted to hear. You didn't want anyone holding even a modicum of importance to Jungkook besides you. You didn't want him to be fucking any girls or giving anyone else the attention you deserved. Sure, you were the most, but you weren't guaranteed to forever be the only.
You finally look up at him, those sweet, charming, doe brown eyes meeting you with softness and patience. Far more than you actually deserved.Â
You were so immeshed and intertwined with Jungkook that you didn't know what parts of you were all him and what aspects of him were all you. Your souls had perhaps mixed beyond separation, instead making two indistinguishable entities forever bound to one another. To you there was no law more true than he was yours, and you were his. It was truer than physics.
But maybe he didn't deserve to be tied to a wretched little creature like you. You were jealous and possessive of him, and he made it clear though every rejection of your advances that he wasn't as much yours as you would hope.
What was the point of envying something you can never truly have?
"Do you ever want space from me?" You said it in such a hushed tone Jungkook barely caught it.
"No." He furrowed his brows as he took in your words. Did you want space from him? Was that it? Jungkook's mind whirred with your questions. Had he pushed it too far? "Do you... want me to give you space?"
Your fists curled again, nails digging into your palms. Jungkook gave you too much space for your personal liking. Space that he was using to fuck other women and spend time away from you. What more could need? What more did you have left to give?
The moral quandaries of the situation flooded your head, and you were unable to decide what to answer. You were a selfish bitch, through and through. He should be yours and no one else's, and you've believed that since the day you met him. He was yours, yours, and yours.
But clearly he wasn't, and clearly he didn't want to be. He didn't want to be yours the way you wanted to be his, and the reminder caused your heart to weigh just a little bit more every day.
How long could you keep him like this? On the brink of insanity as he tries to please your impossible whims of ownership over him? What would be the last straw on the camel's back to drive him away from you and to someone he could actually choose?
Would space be good for him?
"I don't know," you admitted quietly.
That sent Jungkook's mind spiraling. His two instincts were to 1.) push you away and ask frantically why you didn't automatically say no the way he did or 2.) hug you so tight you'd never be able to escape his clutches. He'd keep you in his apartment forever if he had to, chain you to his desk and never let you leave, like a legitimate psycho.
His breathing quickened and his heart rate spiked, and instead of either option he froze again, blood running cold. He didn't even know what to do or respond. Should he scream the way you do him until you changed your mind to what he wants? Should he do whatever it took to make you stay? Where were you getting these ideas from? Did someone plant them in that stupid little brain of yours? You hardly had any friends, and what few you did was mainly for appearances and boredom, though you often complained to Jungkook about what bores and nags they were in your eyes. Jungkook has always been the only person in this world you liked, let alone loved.
Did you meet a guy? No, that couldn't be it. All of your "friends" were girls, and you found most guys intolerable and annoying with the exception of him.
But what if you found another exception?
"Jungkook?" You nervously said, perturbed by his unusual quietness.
Jungkook decided to play it cool. Faking a laugh, he teased, "Jeez, what's gotten into you today? These aren't your normal questions. What happened to my girl?"
He ruffled your hair until you whined and squirmed in an attempt to leave his arms. He didn't let you.
"Jungkooook!" You whined, nails slightly scratching at his forearms in retaliation. You wrapped your hands around each, the thick muscle pulsing beneath your palms as he kept you glued against him.
"C'mon, ask me a real question the way you normally do. Prove you're my best friend or I'll believe you're an imposter." He nuzzled his nose in your neck, causing you to wiggle out of ticklishness this time. You giggled at his affection, lightly slapping at his arms in protest as he blew air against your neck. "Prove it."
You bit your lip to suppress a smile, unable to stay mad at him for too long. "Was she prettier than me?" you pouted, your tone more playful than angry now.
His nose touched yours softly as he stared at you, relieved to have a question he's finally knows how to answer. "Nah," he smiled, fingers twirling around a strand of your hair as he tried to keep you in his orbit. "No one is. You know that."
You grinned at his compliment, the line well rehearsed and well used, but comforting all the same.
Still, you thought about how many times you've had this argument, and how many more you'll have in the future. It'd always go like this, with you as the possessive and jealous best friend who couldn't stand the idea of anyone else in his life. How long would it be before he figures out you're just not worth the trouble?
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Jungkook kicked it back in his friend's garage as the two shared a joint, letting the smoke fill their lungs and siphon out of the garage door and into the open air. Sitting in front of his friend's janky heater, he wondered to himself about his predicament. This was one of the few opportunities he could spend out of your sight, as you were in class. God, the way he had to bribe you with boba and sleepovers for over a month just to convince you to stop causing so much chaos away from him... It's a miracle you weren't kicked out of this school before you pissed off one of your professors by disagreeing with their lectures and insulting their intelligence. Hell, the only way Jungkook was able to salvage your place at previous schools was by emphasizing your immaculate scores. They were contradicted your reckless behavior, sure, but schools wanted to keep their testing scores up. You were never stupid by any capacity, you just used any bit of genius you possessed to manipulate and get away with whatever degeneracy you had planned. Usually some nefarious scheme of revenge against some girl who so much as looked at Jungkook the wrong way. He got very used to the women approaching him suddenly finding snakes in their backpacks or surrounded by rumors sullying their good name. Your craftiness, no doubt. Clearly you had too much freetime. At least with classes, though, Jungkook was able to take some breaksâ though you'd disapprove of how he'd use some on girls that coincidentally happened to vaguely resemble you. At least vaguely enough for there to be plausible deniability.
Jungkook passed the weed to his friend, a chill dude with good weed but a boring personality. Maybe Kook did have a bit of that same darkness you possessed, finding everyone else to be a waste of time unless they can be of use to him. He could definitely use the joint right now... and perhaps a little advice.
"Mind if I pick your brain on something?" Jungkook asked. His friend gave him the side eye, unused to the man's sudden interest in his thoughts.
"Lady troubles, huh?" A puff of smoke escaped his friend's parted lips. "Is it that chick you just fucked a while ago? What's her name... Sarah?"
"Nah man, not her." Truth was Jungkook's pretty much forgotten her name already, as he usually does. He's pretty sure she's rang already once or twice, but he wasn't finding himself in any hurry to return her calls. He's mainly been worried about you these past couple of weeks. God, maybe he was the sleazy piece of shit you thought him to be. No wonder you were so disgusted with him. "It's just... someone."
Ever since the most recent fight you have been off. Less texts spamming him constantly with memes or annoyance for not replying immediately. When he took you out for boba you actually paid for yourselfâ which you never do. You also turned down his invitation to watch Godzilla movies at his place, even after he insisted he cleaned every inch of that goddamn couch three times. Something was up, and every passing moment made Jungkook unusually antsy. Now he was the one bombarding you with calls checking up on you, your unusual reserved attitude putting him in a frenzied state. Didn't he fix it? You were never upset for this long. Ok, maybe you were sometimes, but you'd never just... leave him alone. You'd be waiting at his apartment, sitting on the couch you now know he's violated, and starting up right where you left off with the argument last time. You should be cussing and shouting, not MIA from the screen you were usually glued to.
"Riiiiight..." the friend said with a drag, nodding as he passed the joint back. "So tell me about it."
"It's my... friend." It felt odd calling you just that, without the word best in front of it. It felt so much more insignificant compared to what you actually meant to him, the small word doing nothing to compare. But if he went out of the gate with best his friend would definitely know it was about you. Still, itâs not like you could be anything more, no matter how badly Jungkook wanted to cross that line. He couldnât, though. He knew the minute you acted serious about it, didnât brush it off as a jokeâ the moment he had you he wouldnât be able to let go. He couldnât pretend it didnât happen, he couldnât pretend everything was normal. You most certainly wouldnât be ready for it. The situation at hand was proving it. "She's acting strange lately. Like... I dunno, distant. We got in a fight earlier but usually by now everything's normal again."
"Did you do something particularly heinous?" the friend inquired.
To her, definitely, Jungkook thinks, taking a hit. "Not anything new."
"Maybe she just wants space," the friend suggested.
"I don't want to give her space," Jungkook blurted out without meaning to.
That is responded to with a grin. His friend's eyebrows rose at Jungkook's reaction. "Oh? Why not?"
She's mine. She should be with me. She's mine. "I dunno... just doesn't seem like the right call I guess."
"Hm." His friend took back the joint and pulled in a long inhale, thinking. "So you wanna make her talk to you, huh?"
Did he? There was always the risk it'd just become another screaming match with you. You didn't seem to have any interest in opening up right now, so closed off to Jungkook for what seems like the first time.
What was it? Was it because he had been spending a bit less time with you now? What with his admittedly growing social life due to inevitable popularity, (Which you hated, though it was unavoidable with his good looks and charisma. You couldn't truly blame any of Jungkook's bimbos for being unable to resist.) and stress filled classes, he certainly wasn't spending as much time with you as he did when you two were kids. Were you just giving him a taste of his own medicine? Or had you finally decided to get a life of your own that didn't involve him? He hoped neither.Â
Did you not need him any more?
The mere thought made it feel as thought his insides were being flipped inside out.
"I tried talking to her, but she sort of just shut me out." Jungkook reached for the joint for a much needed hit. "I don't think I can handle this for much longer. I feel like I'm gonna go just... nuts soon. I'm this close to not holding back."
From what, even he wasn't sure.Â
"Then don't," his friend shrugged. "Make her talk to you, if it's that important. See if she likes you enough to listen to you. Someplace that catches her off her guard." He paused to think for a moment. "Or get her drunk. Girls love spilling their guts when they're drunk. My sister's always telling me TMI after a glass of wine."
That wasn't half a bad idea. It was typical for you to blabber on nonsense when you were drunk with Jungkook. Whether it was discussing the idea of eloping or wrestling with him for long enough that he had to take a cold shower after, you were much less inhibited when you were under the influence.
"That's an idea," Jungkook murmured to himself.
"You're usually great with women," his friend consoled. "You clearly just gotta man up with this one, dude. Remind her what she's missing." He took another pause. "It's probably a good thing she's mad. They're only mad if they care. It's when they stop caring you have to get worried."
Well, at least you're always mad at him. That was a comforting thought. Â
As for getting you to console to him and stay by his side, there was one idea that came to mind.
You absolutely hated parties. You didn't want to talk to anyone about their dumb problems or deal with the alcohol wafting off people's breaths. With girls occupying the bathrooms with their wailing and guys constantly bombarding you to try a line of coke off a paper plate, you found the events unappealing to say the least. You used to stay by Jungkook's side during freshman year and drink in the corner with him, talking shit about whoever was passed out in the living room or gyrating on who in public. Jungkook's gotten a lot more popular lately, though, much to your chagrin. He was practically the main event, being greeted by practically everyone whenever he went to one of these events. Every guy would shove a beer in his hand and dab him up like he was part of one of their dumbass frats. You practically had to beat off other girls with a stick and death glare when they approached him, their high pitched flirty voices and batting lashes making you want to gag. Seeing him be the king of a world you could and would never fit into left you stewing and steaming like the world's angriest pot of soup.
Jungkook didn't give you much of a choice this time, though.Â
After maybe two weeks of resisting the temptation of returning to Jungkook's side and giving in to your most selfish desires, he ended up cornering you. He barged into your apartment with plans he had set up without your prior inputâ a page he had taken from your book, no doubt. He insisted on the two for you going to some Yo Gabba Gabba bullshit frat party despite your protests. You hated parties. You hated feeling loneliness in a crowded room. You hated the idiots that surrounded you and the way they'd squabble and flock around Jungkook, desperate for his approval. Little did they know he thought the same as youâ that they were mouth-breathers who were a waste of his time.
At least, that's normally what he seemed to think. Now that he was dragging you along for whatever godforsaken reason, despite your known hatred for public socialization, you were getting worried. Had he gotten sick of you avoiding him? The emotional distance you've been trying so hard to put between you two? Was this some sick punishment of his that he knew would be your personal hell? To watch him flirt with other girls before your very eyes and be too cool to be attainable? How cruel. How you. Perhaps he was learning. For once, and you couldn't believe it, it didn't seem like things were going your way.Â
When you complained it was too chilly a night for you guys to be going out, he simply tugged off his hoodie and wrapped it around you, problem solved. When you insisted you would agree to watching his Godzilla movies instead he suggested to do it tomorrow instead. When you complained you didn't have anything cute to wear Jungkook yanked out the going-out top you convinced him to buy for you just last month. Any excuse you could come up with he was able to retort with ease, as though he had already prepared the answers.
This was going to fucking suck.
You pouted as you thought of all the pretty faces that would come up to him tonight, completely ignoring you at his side and making it obvious they'd like to win a night with him. You comforted yourself with the thought that at least they don't know he snores, which could be a fun surprise. Then you upset yourself again with the thought of him tangled in the bed with another girl in the first place.
Jungkook was set on torturing you tonight for all your misdeeds, clearly.Â
You grumbled as you made your way to the car, already feeling a little warm from the lemon drops Jungkook prepared back at his place. Of course he'd pregame you with your favorite to make the night a little more bearable. You felt it necessary to pregame any social interaction. The liquor coat managed to keep your temperature somewhat tolerable for the cold night air, or at least long enough for when you guys got to the party.Â
It seemed however that 2.5 lemon drop martinis weren't enough to get rid of your foul attitude, considering the fact you were bitching the entire time about how much you didn't want to go. Jungkook recalled the saying about the horse and the water, but figured he'd make the most of it. At worst, he could always drown the horse, but what a waste of a bitchy horse.
"Oh my God, fucking Jin from 402 is going?" You scowled at your phone, seeing whatever worst-classmate-of-the-month posted on his instastory, glaring at the screen like the blue light itself was offending you. "He's such a bitch. He fucking cried at my reaction to his presentation, I don't want to deal with him. It's so awkward dealing with people after you make them cry."
Jungkook thought about all the times he's made you cry over the years. Out of frustration of him fucking other girls, the one time you got your fingers caught in a drawer he was slamming shut, that other time he may or may not have purposefully lied to the guy you were talking to that you were saving yourself for Jesus, causing said almost-crush to ghost you. (It didn't really matter anyways. Jungkook knew the guy wouldn't last five minutes in you. He was just doing you a favor and saving you from bad sex, if anything.) It wasn't awkward all of those times. Well, until recent developments.
"It'll be fine. I'll stick by you the entire night, he won't even have the guts to confront you the way you deserve," Jungkook oh-so-helpfully assured.
Your glare redirected to him, a scoff accompanying it in appropriate fashion. "Yeah fucking right. You're going to be out of my sight within five minutes of walking through the door. It'll be some loser with a Bass Pro hat giving you a joint or a beer or what-fucking-ever, and suddenly it's so long, bestie!"
Jungkook rolled his eyes at your rant, trying to mentally disengage now that he saw the house in the distance, the neon lights from the LED strips inside calling to him like a beacon. He was just five minutes from taking you inside a place youâd do anything to leave, even if it meant getting a conversation over with him. All he had to do was take you to some unoccupied whatever-the-fuck, and ask you what was wrong. Maybe manipulate you a little by saying he wouldnât drive you home until you told him. Youâd be too lazy to even think of looking into other options. "I'm not going to leave you."
"You say that, but we both know your word means nothing the second some broad with fat tits walks by threatening to motorboat you." You stirred at the thought, envisioning it all too clearly, your imagination finding the liquor in your system massively beneficial for the anger bubbling up inside you. "I mean, seriously, why'd you even bring me here? You could've gone by yourself."
"I wanted you to come with me."
"To what? Go sit on a couch next to some guy who can't take a hint, all while you fuck some chick in a bathroom that hasn't been cleaned in 5 months? No thanks."
"I told you, I'm not going to leave you."
"Yeah right. Suck my dick, Jeon. I could be home reading Onyx Storm right now."
"We both know you're not going to start reading that any time soon. It's been sitting on your nightstand for almost a year."
"Tonight could've been the night!" You protested. "But no, you just insisted on dragging me along to some stupid party to go watch you get hit on by some hot girl in an Urban Outfitters corset two sizes too small."
"That's not why I brought you here," Jungkook sighed, hoping that the increasing volume of the party music would soon drown out your incessant arguing. "I thought it'd be a good place for us to catch up, have fun. Maybe talk. A change of scenery could do us some good."
"If you actually wanted to hang out with me, sure! We could've! I said I was fine with watching Godzilla tonight. But nooooo, you couldn't be bored looking at ugly little me, you just had to go find something that would give those precious pupils of yours a break." You snarled, shuffling further into the passenger seat, hoping your skin would glue itself to the leather so you didn't have to leave this car. "So, so sorry for not giving your retinas a day off. I know you must have cataracts by now just from looking at me."
Jungkook put the car in park, finally turning towards you with a hard stare that would've made anyone's knees buckle. His face was suddenly centimeters away from yours, his rage radiating off of him stronger than UV rays in July.
"Oh my fucking God. What, do I have to fuck you in the car for you to feel pretty?"
Your eyes widened, and your mouth hung open, closing and opening over and over again as if you were a singing fish. You didn't know what to say. Usually you were the one making those sorts of comments â and at least it'd be somewhat disguised as a joke.
"I-Iâ" You stammered, feeling yourself get flustered. "Shut up!"
Jungkook laughed at your shocked expression. Typically he wouldn't even humor your jokes of flirtation towards him, instead brushing them off and ignoring them, chalking the comments up to poor attempts to get under his skin. He was living for your reaction, however, how clearly you wore your expressions on your sleeve. He could practically see every wheel turning in that evil head of yours, trying to make sense of him, of his mask slipping just a little bit. For once, he had the upper hand, and he was enjoying it so, so much.
"How long do you think it'll last, huh? A few weeks? A year?" He leaned in closer, letting his breath fan against your skin. "How long do you think it'll be until you need it again?"
You jumped out of the car as though he electrocuted you, heart hammering so fast you swore you were having palpitations. "L-Like you'dâ like that'dâ" you glared at Jungkook as he laughed at your mess of a self. You huffed, realizing he was just fucking with you. "Shut up!"
He let out another cackle at your expense. "Getting to you, huh? But you always say this sort of thing."
"You don't," you pointed out. "You just ignore me and call the comments stupid. You don't even react."
"I've always been good at hiding my reaction," Jungkook reminded you. Painfully. "You never have."
You scowled at him, rolling your eyes. "You're so fucking full of yourself, Jeon."
"Yeah? You wanna be, too, I bet."
That sent an electric current straight to your core. You tried to compose yourself and hide the effect he's having on you, taking in a deep breath like you were trying to convince both parties of your confidence. "You're not getting to me, Jeon."
"Yeah, but you only call me Jeon when you're pissed at me," he smiled. "So I must be getting under your skin."
"As ifâ"
You were cut off by a loud buzzing from Jungkook's pocket, barely heard over the party music in the distance, the house several yards away. Of course Mr. Popular had someone trying to contact him every moment of the week. No wonder he was no longer having time for youâyou were having to share his precious time with all of these other losers. He pulled it out of his pocket, and your eyes spied a suspiciously all too feminine name for your liking.Â
Jungkook's gaze met yours, twinkling with mischief as he practically dared you to seethe and pout over it as you normally do. You wanted to prove him wrong so bad, though. Whatever games he's suddenly playing, he will not win.
"You know what, Jungkook, do what you want," you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms. "I don't even care anymore."
His smile disappeared at that last part, a frown gracing his features now. Something about that set him off inside, though he tried to regain his composure to hide his reaction to your words. Still, he was pissed off.
You don't care? Really? Since when? You always cared! You cared so fucking much all the time, especially when it came to Jungkook! You cared too much about everything!
We'll see how much you don't care.
He picked up the buzzing device, ignoring your scowl of disapproval. He could practically feel your eyes jump out of your skull from his peripheral vision as you spotted the name Sasha on his phone. He's not entirely sure why he does it, just some instinct to put you in your place. To see if you do care, and if so, how much?
"You're actually answering that now?" you hissed, seething. Of course he's got some side hoe calling him when he's alone with you, but the gall of him to actually pick up? And in front of you, after all that... whatever that was? What game was he playing at?
Truth be told, Jungkook wasn't so sure either. He was, however, willing to make a gamble on that jealous streak of yours.
He patted your head patronizingly, cooing at your anger. "It would be rude of me not to answer."
"Ignore the bitch," you snarled, grumbling under your breath, resisting the urge to grab his phone and chuck it far, far away. Last time you did that it cost you an entire week's worth of tips at your waitressing job. One you inevitably got fired from after you poured coffee on the old man who grabbed your ass as you walked by. For some reason they didn't believe it was an accident.Â
Instead of listening to you the way he normally did, he answered the call. "Hey, Sasha." There's a purr in his tone you never heard him use with your name. It made your stomach twist into a Gordian knot.
"I'm leaving." You turned away to stomp towards the lame ass party.
Jungkook didn't let you run off, however, grabbing your wrist and tugging you closer to him, muting the call for a second. "Stay."
His word left no word for argument, and with the certainty in his tone, you could do nothing more but return to your place next to him and within earshot of the receiver. He chuckled as you stayed in place, pissed off but obedient. He could get used to this.
"I know you want to listen in anyways. Nosy." The amount of times he had caught you going through his phone (you knew all of his passwords, even the ones he forgot) and the amount of times it's started a fight was immeasurable.Â
Jungkook smirked down at you, staring as he listened to Sasha excitedly ask how he's been and what heâs been up to. He twirled a strand of your hair, pleased with the scowl you bore. "Yeah, sorry it's been a while," he said, focusing on your lock being woven between his fingers, admiring how shiny it was even in the dark. "I've missed you."
You refrained from saying anything, knowing Jungkook was all too eager to see you have a meltdown over one stupid phone call, just to prove a point. It'd be very much like you, though. You've done so over far less. Still, you stayed in place, for some reason wanting to be good for Jungkook. You tried to ignore the dumb cunt's voice, her shrill giggles piercing your ears. You did your best to look unaffected, pulling the best poker face you could muster.Â
"Have you missed me?" Jungkook asked, eyes still locked with yours. His smirk deepened. "Or just the feeling?"
You couldn't help but let out a grimace of anger and disgust contort your features, your ears burning as you listened to your best friend's sleazy talk to this random whore. Her bout of giggling and scolding Jungkook for being so teasing did nothing to endear her to you.Â
Jungkook relished in your expression, loving getting to see how jealous you were getting in real time, unable to do anything about it. He never broke eye contact with you, continuing to play with your hair as he nodded slowly to Sasha's response. "I've been thinking about it a lot lately..." Jungkook said, smug as he watched you seethe right in front of him. He could feel how hot your ears were when he brushed your hair behind them, the normally affectionate gesture now being laced with something you had never known.Â
"Thinking of you under me, how good you'd feel..." His eyes flickered down from your eyes to your lips for just a split second before returning up. "How you're the prettiest girl I've ever known."
You turned around to march off again but Jungkook stopped you, pulling you in so your back was pressed against his chest, his bicep wrapping around your front to keep you in place. You were now closer to the phone, able to better hear her annoying squeals of excitement. You reached up into his arm, fingers digging into the firm muscle as you tried to get him to let go, but he didn't. He instead leaned his head down closer, and you felt his breath tickle your ear, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine.
"Bet you've been thinking about it too, huh?"
You squirmed more in his grasp, pawing at the thick arm that kept you in place as you listened to her fervently agree. For some reason you were still feeling hot all over, even when Jungkook was talking to another girl. An odd twist of lust and jealousy churned in your gut, the direct eye contact with you making you feel a strange, unexplored level of intimacy with him. You didn't know what to make of it, of Jungkook's sudden games. It was as though your time apart from him had truly affected him deeply, and now he was making up for the lost time in the most diabolical way possible. He was punishing you for depriving him of your presence, so it seemed.
Jungkook was always so touchy with you. Hugs, pecks on the cheek, kisses on the forehead, playing with your hair, sitting/laying in each other's lapsâ it was all common. You should've known he'd be a whore from the get go with his love language clearly being physical touch. He was usually so gentle with you though, but now it was more domineering, more calculated. For once, you were under his control.
You didn't think he had it in him. It was usually you who bossed him around.
You also didn't know why you were going along with it. You had half the mind to scream into his phone and call whatever harlot on the other side to fuck off. Still, he wanted you to be good for him. Being good was new for you, but perhaps Jungkook was the one to bring it out of you.Â
That, or you happened to bring out the darkness in him that was capable.
He let go of his hold on you with his arm, though his fingers slightly trailed up the column of your neck, forcing you to tilt your head back as he tipped your chin up. You looked straight up at him towering over you, his hooded eyes and wicked grin doing nothing to set your mind at ease.Â
In a whisper so quiet it's barely there, one you're unsure Sasha would even be able to hear, Jungkook breathed, "I want you so bad..."
You hated to hear him purr it into the phone, into her undeserving ears. Fuck, what you'd give for him to say that, just you and him alone. You swiped for the phone, but Jungkook read you too fast, swatting your hand away. You opened your mouth to yell, but it's quickly covered by the palm of his hand. He turned you around to press against the car, any noises muffled by his large hand that easily covered half of your face. You glared at him, earning a cheesy ass grin of satisfaction; Jungkook was realizing he actually liked making you mad.
Meeting your stare, he continued. "You really have no idea... All the things I've wanted to do to you..." He licked his lips slowly. "Make you cum over and over again on myâ"
Before Jungkook could finish spewing filth, you bit, hard, glaring at Jungkook all while his smug expression shifted to a painful scowl and he yanked his hand back with a hiss. "I gotta go," he hastily snarled into the phone, hanging up on Sasha and shoving the phone in his pocket.
You didn't even have time to properly gloat before he was in your face, placing his bitten hand out on the car behind you. "You fucking bit me!"
You probably haven't bitten him since the 3rd grade. Or 11th.Â
You stuck out your tongue at him, not regretting your actions, running high on adrenaline and the slight buzz of the martinis. "Serves you right, asshole. That was so fucked up and... and..."
"And what?"
And why was I actually getting turned on during it?
"And you better delete her number before the end of the night! I will check," you huffed, shoving him back and crossing your arms. You could only hope he attributed the blood rushing to your cheeks to the rage and alcohol, rather than anything something more insidious.Â
He examined you, taking you in, your fast breaths and flushed face. Maybe it was because of the cold? Maybe you were just angry at him for being abrasive and gross in front of youâfor making you listen to him like that.
But he couldn't shake off the feeling that you liked it a lot more than you led on.
"Just when I thought you could stop acting like a brat for two minutes," he tsked, stepping back and turning away to run a hand down his face. Somehow he seemed actually disappointed, but most importantly caught off guard. "Whatever, lets just head inside."
Grabbing your wrist and dragging you along before you can dig a further grave, Jungkook took you to the den of debauchery.
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You would think that the fact Jungkook was dragging you through the front door, wrist in hand, scowl on his face, was enough to signal that he was a bit occupied at the moment. Alas, your generation has skipped the course in social cues, and the two of you found yourselves surrounded by the last people you ever wanted to see.
Correction, Jungkook was surrounded. So surrounded, in fact, by the very people you predicted, that his hold on you slipped away, too many people between the two of you. Every guy is calling him "the man!" and "duuuude!" wanting to catch up and grab a beer, light a joint, fuck a bitch, whatever. The girls on the other hand were all touchy, grabbing onto his biceps, tugging on his clothes with surface-level compliments, caressing his hair, all like it would convince him they were the special one compared to the four other girls doing the same thing.
Goddamn, some of the girls' voices were so high pitched you were surprised the neighborhood dogs weren't howling. You were currently suppressing the urge to phone in a noise complaint for the very party you were at, but last time you did that Jungkook forced you to sit through a 6-hour documentary on how caviar was made, and you'd rather not be haunted by the image of fish eggs again.
You had to hand it to him though, he proved you wrong. While you predicted he would be swarmed and whisked away in five minutes, he managed to accomplish the feat in five seconds. That was a new record.
You pondered for a moment on a pragmatic way of ditching, but find yourself lacking in suggestions. You were too buzzed to steal his keys and drive away yourself, and you definitely didn't trust any of the bozos here to get you home without a blowjob for the road. You also didn't have time to steal Jungkook's wallet to pay for an Uber using his credit card.
Faintly, you heard him say, "Wait! I need to talk to myâ"
Didn't matter. Jungkook's magnetic field was too strong for even him to dissuade, something that you learned long ago. You knew there was no point in awkwardly standing around the growing crowd of sycophants, waiting for them to thin out and set him free. Too many times you'd see them disperse, with Jungkook nowhere to be found, only for you to later walk in on him with a group of guys clapping him on the back, cigars in hand, or worse, stepping outside a closet, fixing the buckle on his belt.Â
Instead you sashay towards the kitchen, knowing the remedy to increase your buzz and keep the bad vibes going. One shot of Grey Goose later and you're good to go, primed and ready for wherever the shitty party full of trust fund college kids may lead. Had you known you were going to be taken hostage here in the first place, you would've at least texted a gal pal of yours to come with. Not that you liked any of them that much, but at least you wouldn't be painfully alone, ready for the vultures.
Unfortunately, the gods of the universe seem to have it out for you, as you make eye contact with none other than Kim Seokjin in the living room. He's got a classic red solo cup in his hand and a jarring look of recognition, and boy, is that look pissed. Instead of the mysterious liquid giving him the courage to go out and actually get laid, the loser seems encouraged to instead confront you for that comment you made about how his forensics diagram was worse than a 3rd grader's drawing depicting their trauma.
Immediately he sprung from the couch, marching his way over to you, and while you could admit karma should slap you in the face, you thought Jin's too beneath you to be deserving of that privilege.Â
You moved deeper into the crowd, hoping you were able to slip between the bodies faster than he can keep up. Through the maze of gyrating miscreants, your drunk ass managed to bump into someone actually useful.
"Woah! Hey, slow down," the guy laughed, steadying you back on your feet after you bulldozed into him. "Are you alright?"
"'M fine," you mumbled, spinning your head around to see if Jin was still tailing you. You grabbed onto the guy's shirt, spinning him around so you were now switching sides, his body blocking the view from where Jin would probably come from. "Just avoiding someone."
"Some creep who won't leave you alone?" The man chuckled, pulling you closer to his frame to hide you better.
"Something like that." Opportunities like this didn't usually fall into your lap, and you were grateful for the barrier at the moment.
"I get it. I can help a pretty girl like you blend in, then."
You looked up at his face and begin to scrutinize the details. He's objectively handsome. Not Jungkook handsome, but sure, he'd do. If Jin spotted you with him he might feel too awkward to separate you two and ruin the vibe. Hell, if you're lucky and he does, the stranger might be willing to tell him off without any questions. Maybe even punch him in the face, which would make an interesting TikTok. He called you pretty, too, which was a great indicator. Guys seemed to constantly fantasize about committing violence for a pretty girl. Or to, but you'd take your chances for at least a few minutes until you had to shake him off too.
You slipped on one of your sly smiles, the coy one that made guys think you were actually flattered by their attention. The one that screamed you're making me feel special and made them think they had a chance. "My hero," you grinned, pulling him closer, his chest right against yours.
"What's your name?" He asked, hands settling on your waist, his lips on your ear so he could speak at a much more sultry tone than the heavy bass would typically allow you to register.
You told him, batting your lashes, your voice a sweet caress in comparison to the noise and your true nature. "What's yours?"
"Jimin." You'll probably forget it later. "Want to dance with me?"
You nodded, and he spun you around, hands now on your hips as he moved you in tune with the music. He was at least on beat, which was a plus. You just hoped he wouldn't be the type who came in his pants from a bit of grinding. That was always annoying.
Your eyes scanned about the room for Jin, your body moving in natural rhythm with Jimin's as you gyrated along with the others, blending in just as planned.Â
Jimin whispered something in your ear that you barely heard, but you giggled anyways. Guys liked when you laugh at whatever stupid shit they think you want to listen to; it boosted their egos and makes their cock hard, like they'll get the chance to use your bra strap as a guitar string or something. Whatever, though. You could still let yourself get lost in the music, the booze in your system making you feel much looser and easy going than you'd usually be with strangers like this. You suspected the man behind you would suggest after twenty-or-so minutes of dry humping on the dance floor to go upstairs and see what other moves you have.
What you did not expect, however, was to spot Jungkook's face.
His head was whipping about as he spun, eyes searching the room and stopping when he spotted you.
The look on his face was one he usually pulled when you've fucked up majorly. His eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched, and suddenly you were very aware that the party you just arrived at was over for you.
He must've managed to shake off his posse, because now he's making a beeline towards you, parting the crowd like the Red Sea and snatching your wrist to wrench you away from Jimin's embrace.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Jungkook scowled, his grip on your wrist tight as he pulled you in.
"Yo, man, fuck off!" Jimin grabbed your arm, yanking on you, and suddenly you felt like tug-of-rope on field day. "You're the creep that's been following her around?"
"Let go of her. We're leaving." Jungkook tried to tug you back, but Jimin didn't let go.
"What are you, some stalker? Her ex?"
"What?" Jungkook guffawed at the man's accusations, his face one of shock and disgust. "No, you idiot. She's mine. Why don't you go hump someone else, yeah?"
Jimin looked at you, your bored, blank expression showing no sign of fright or worry. He slowly let go of your arm, taking note of how you don't move away from Jungkook or make any effort to reach back for him. He already fulfilled his hero role tonight, you had no further use for him. That, and you really, really weren't in the mood to suck his dick to the terrible playlist currently mauling your eardrums.Â
He seemed as though he were both more understanding and more confused the longer he assessed the situation.
"Sorry, man. Didn't know she had a boyfriend."
Jungkook scoffed, pulling you closer to him and glaring back at Jimin, obviously still peeved. He didn't say another word to him, instead dragging you along and straight through the front door of the party he demanded you attend.
"We haven't even been here for, like, half an hour!"Â
"Oh, like you care," he spat, rolling his eyes. "What the fuck was that? Since when do you just let guys hump you like a dog in heat?"
"I was trying to avoid Jin. I told you he was here but you didn't give a fuck. I had to improvise." You shrugged, struggling to keep up with his long legs as he yanked you across the front yard. "Hey, slow down!"
He stopped, spinning around to glower at you directly, his sudden halt causing you to face plant into his chest. You grimaced, pushing yourself off, stumbling back. "You could've come to me. Not some stranger giving you fuck-me-eyes."
You deadpanned, finding his audacity to be impertinent at best. "Last I checked, you were the one who left me, remember?"
"I wasn't trying to! I literally had to tell everyone to fuck off because I didn't even get the chance to talk to you."
"Why the fuck would you need to bring me to a party to talk to me when you have me on speed dial?"
Jungkook flicked your forehead, causing you to yelp in pain and rub the sore spot.
"What the hell was that for?" you whined, still too buzzed to knock him upside the head in retaliation the way you would've. You're never given an answer, however, as Jungkook proceeded to drag you back to the car, away from the chaos that frat Alpha-Beta-Omega had to offer.
You stumbled over your steps, the alcohol making you as coordinated as a freshly born fawn, and Jungkook had to half carry you back to his vehicle. He thought about what a terrible, unsuccessful night it's already been, and how much stupider your decisions were when you were under the influence of alcohol. Clearly drinking loosened you up too much, and he had half a mind to go back inside and punch Jimin in the face for how he was feeling you up. How you let him.
"What a stupid fucking idea," he muttered to himself, deciding to never, ever take anyone's advice ever again.
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The two of you arrive back at your place, but in no better a mood. You certainly weren't, now significantly more sobered up after the events that took place. You didn't even have a decent buzz to lull you to sleep, instead left with the dull nothingness that was not being under the influence.
Jungkook snapped on the lights, his movements quick and aggressive, showing his clear agitation. You didn't give a shit. Throwing a tantrum over nothing was supposed to be your thing, and he didn't come off nearly as endearing as you when you did it.
You weren't going to let Jungkook think for even a moment that his attitude would sway you. You were just as mad at him as he was at you, and had a much better reason to be on top of that.
"I'm surprised the campus slut really even gives a shit about what I do," you drawled. "So I grind on one guy at a party. You meanwhile have probably fingered a dozen girls in eachâ"
Jungkook chortled, nostrils flaring with anger already. "Please, you exaggerate so muchâ"
"I saw how all of them were all over you. Oh, Jungkook, pleaseeeee fuck me. I need you so bad!" You didn't notice Jungkook's red ears as you say that, ranting on, practically in your own world. "You just loooooved it didn't you? Liked their attention, right? I mean, what do you even need me for at this point?"
"Oh please, all I did was say hi to them. Meanwhile I have to watch you practically fuck a guy in some dingy ass fratâ"
"That you brought us to!"
"Yeah, to talk to you! Because you've been fucking weird and avoiding me after I fucked some girl, when you could've just said you wanted it to be you," he fumed. Heat crawled up your neck at his words, the bluntness of his accusation throwing you for a loop. Was he buzzed from the party? Had he been drinking for the few minutes you were apart? Just openly speaking about this like it's nothing, when to you this was everything? "That's why you act like such a bitch, right? And hate all of them? Because youâre jealous?"
You did your best not to crack under the assertion, puffing up your chest with faux bravado that you prayed he couldn't see past."Look at you fucking projecting, Jeon. I saw how you looked at Jimin; you looked like you wanted to kill him. Yet I'm the jealous one? At least I don't pretend to be fucking nice, like some pathetic people pleaser!"Â
"You're the one who I always have to please the most. I'm always doing what you say, all the time. Practically everything I do, I do for you! And you can't even acknowledge how much I cater to you. What could he possibly offer you when I give you everything?!" Jungkook carded his hands through his hair, wanting to rip it out at the roots. Fuck. He sounded like you right now.Â
"Everything?" You scoffed, rolling your eyes. "Please. You're out fucking random girlsâ what does that give me? Huh? Panties shoved between your couch cushions as a reminder of a part of you that clearly isn't for me."
Why did you even care that part wasn't for you? Why were you so bothered by it?
"It was an accident!" He fumed, running his hands through his hair in exasperation. "And I've never practically dry humped someone in front of you."
"Get over yourself! What was that earlier, huh? The phone call? Forcing me to listen in on you talking about how much you want that bitch and what you want to do to her? Just another one of your sick, twisted mind games, isn't it? You fucking freak."
Jungkook gave you a dark stare, suddenly breathing harder than you remembered. He moved forward very slowly, each movement calculated, like a predator slowly sneaking up on it's prey.
"You know what I think?" He leaned in closer, but you stood your ground, not even flinching as he invaded your space. "I think you're more upset over the fact that you liked it."
You winced at the accusation this time, the blow Jungkook delivered hitting much too hard. Usually by now you've won, and he's apologizing and offering food to make it better. No, this time he's matching your pace, and you're the one who has to keep up with him. You tried to think fast to defend yourself, but all you could muster was turning away from him to hide the way your face burned. "Fuck you, Jeon."
Now his wicked grin returned, noting the fact you hadn't denied it. You're much more vulnerable than you anticipated, and not at all ready for Jungkook's ambush. He sat down on your sofa, becoming much more comfortable as he was crawled further underneath your skin.
"Yeah, you want to, huh? You'd think so after all the times you've practically begged for it."
You whipped around so fast, your eyes practically bulging out of your sockets. "Begged for it? I would never beg you for shit."
"Yeah? Even when you prance around in front of me in those fuck me shorts and send a death threat to any woman I sleep with?" His grin grew cocky as he spread his legs, his lap inviting. You averted your gaze, knowing he was practically daring you to look. "You've been fucking desperate for it, huh, baby?"
If your head could explode right now, it probably would. The mere sight of cocky Jeon Jungkook spreading his legs before you had you wanting to fall to your knees. How had everything suddenly reached such a boiling point between you two? How had arguing become... whatever this is?
"And what about you, huh?" You stomped back towards him, not backing down. "You just, what, see me with one guy and suddenly you're practically carrying me out of there? For what reason when you were already surrounded by half a dozen girls who would've sucked you off then and there. I could've just stayed with Jimin. I'm sure we would've found a way to occupy our time with you being busy."
Jungkook scowled. He hated hearing Jimin's name come from your mouth. "I get mad, what, one time, compared to the dozens of meltdowns you have?"
Unable to give a good retort to that at the moment, you found yourself marching away from Jungkook again and towards your room. He was right. You've been a bitch to him over far too little and he let you get away with it time and time again. You were at a standstill. However, there way no way in hell you'd admit to any wrongdoing.Â
"Bullshit, Jeon," you muttered as you heard him get up from the sofa to follow you.
"What, so you get to basically grind against a guy in front of my face, but I can't even have girls over at my place? You're such a fucking hypocrite!" He spat, leaping from the couch and barging after you. His hand caught onto your shoulder to spin you around to face him properly, forcing you to meet his gaze.
"Hypocrite? It was just fucking dancing! Theyâre two entirely different things. I'm practically a saint compared to you." You slapped away his hand, not wanting to feel the way it scorched into your skin. "Go find some whore to cream on your shit and leave me alone, like you always do."
"Oh, so now you want me to hook up with other girls?" Jungkook snorted, noting the fire in your eyes when he said it. "Damned if I do, damned if I don't, huh? I didn't even want any of them, I was trying to get to you. But you left! I was searching everywhere for you, only to see youâ"
"Oh my god, since when have you cared? Why are you acting like... like... What is up with you today, huh?" Your mind felt like it was scrambled, trying to find some plausible explanation for Jungkook's behavior as of late. "What... what is this? Some weird, twisted way of getting back at me or something? Showing me how it feels for you?"
The look in his eyes was indiscernible, as though he himself was trying to process it. "I'm notâ I'm never trying to hurt youââ
"Then why do you even give other girls the time of day when you know it makes me upset, huh? Why do you still do it? And the moment I give a guy a second of my attention you're hauling me out. You say I'm the hypocrite, but look at you! Every fucking time we go out I have to see some bitch ogling you, begging to fuck you, and I have to sit with the fact that there's always a real possibility that you'll let her, you sleazy, fucking manwhore!"Â
The heat in your face should've been your first warning that your control was slipping. Your eyes welled with tears, and you tried to choke it down, hating the lump forming in your throat, making your words crack. You're so stupid! He just didn't get it. He'd never get it. How could you even begin to explain your delusions, your paranoia, your possessiveness, your jealousy? He'd be glad to be rid of you if you did. You'd drive him away further than you already have. You've been loyal to him for years, and meanwhile he was out fucking anything that could walk. Never even considering you, even though he was promised to you.Â
But clearly he didn't think of himself as yours, so why were you making such an effort to still be his?
"Fuck you, Jungkook!" You shoved him back, chest heaving as you attempted to choke the tears down. The sooner he let you retreat to the safety of your bedroom, the better. "I don't need you."
You knew those words were the biggest lie to ever leave your mouth as soon as you said it. Both of you locked up, holding your breath as the sentence hung between you two. You wanted to take it back immediately, your stomach twisting as you blurted out the words. You didn't mean them. They weren't true. You just desperately wanted to not need him.
Jungkook's expression was unreadable, the heat from the anger radiating off of him now cooling to something much darker, more sinister.
It set you on edge, not knowing how Jungkook was going to react. You always knew how he was going to react. You knew him like the back of your hand. There were no secrets between you two.
And yet...
Something about him right now made the hair on the back of your neck stand up.
You took a step back wanting to put distance between you two, but that seemed to be the wrong move. You jumped when your back unexpectedly hit the wall of your bedroom, cornered. You lifted off of it, straightening your back, not wanting to show any intimidation. His eyes snapped up to meet yours, unbridled rage and coldness now filling usually soft, warm irises. He stepped forward, crowding your space as you shivered before him, refusing to so much as breathe. His hands went to the wall behind you, arms on either side to cage you in and prevent escape.
His head hung down, letting his fringe hide his eyes for a moment as he stared down at your trembling body. A small smile quirked at his lips, and he let out an ominous, low chuckle at last. It wasn't one of humor, it was one that let you know he was absolutely livid.
Fuck. You fucked up.
You had never seen Jungkook this angry before.
"God, you're such a fucking bitch," he finally said, hissing the words under his breath.
You didn't respond, feeling too meek in front of him suddenly. He wasn't telling you anything you hadn't heard before.
"That's all you ever do, after all I do for you. Just bitch at me like you're trying to get a rise out of me," Jungkook huffed, lifting his head and glaring back at you. The look in his eyes made you feel as though you had been dunked in ice water. "Well guess what sweetheart? It fucking worked."
You gasped as his hand met your neck, pushing you backward until your back hit the wall again. His fingers slid up and gripped your jaw, tilting your face up towards his. You're given no choice but to hold eye contact with his furious expression, his rage palpable. You gulped, a movement he no doubt felt under his palm. He could sense how nervous you were, your heartbeat quickening beneath the pads of his fingertips. You looked so helpless, almost scared. It was so cute.
But not cute enough to dissuade his anger.
Jungkook bared his teeth, a look of disgust taking over his features as he looked down at your pathetic, pliant form. "You finally managed to piss me off."
You trembled in his hold as you questioned what he meant. Was this it? Was this the moment he was going to leave you forever? Or was he going to crush your windpipe right here, as revenge for all of your insufferable behavior? Frankly you'd prefer the second. You didn't know if you could live in a world without him. You said you didn't need him? Fine. He could take your word up on that. You blinked up at him, waiting for him to say whatever damning words he was preparing in his head. To tell you off and discard you like he used to refuse to do.
It never came though, his head instead dipping down to kiss you.
Your eyes widened, unable to react or process what was happening, the mere fact his lips were on yours. Jungkook seemed lost in it, however, closing his eyes and groaning into your mouth as he kissed you harder, the back of your head pressing against the wall as he furiously took you. His hand tightened on your jaw, fingers pressing into your cheeks and forcing you to let out a gasp that parted your lips. He took advantage of the opportunity, skillfully slipping his tongue in and licking into your mouth. The ease at which he was able to dominate your tongue against his made your knees weak, your eyes closing as you tried to memorize the feeling of his mouth. His grip on your chin stayed tight, angling you just right for him to devour you completely, nowhere to escape from him. His body pressed against yours, leaving you no space between him and the wall. You were trapped to take his every desire.
When his mouth finally parted from yours, you're left gasping for breath, soft pants of air let out as your mind whirred with questions. He stared at you, his eyes still narrowed and glowering, but now with a hint of something you weren't at all used to seeing from him. At least, not towards you.
His eyes wandered over your expression for a moment, searching your face for some form of displeasure. You're already left flushed and panting from just a kiss, though, and all he could think about was everything he wanted to do you, and what expression you might make if you let him. He kissed you again, and this time you're ready for it, leaning in too and eagerly meeting his lips and trying to match his pace. His hand slid down from your jaw to once more be placed on your throat, giving it a small squeeze, and the whimper that escaped your mouth was fucking delicious.
Jungkook smirked as you whined against him, pulling back to whisper against your lips. "Pretty girl likes that, huh? Like my hand against your throat?" His fingers flexed slightly. "Or do you just like kissing me that much?"
Your face burned at his question, never hearing him talk to you in such a manner. Pretty girl. Those two words rung in your ears on repeat. The fact he knew you liked it made your cheeks burn even hotter.
He chuckled as you blinked up at him blankly. "C'mon, you were so chatty just a second ago. Say something." He grinned at your flustered expression, hand sliding back up to cup your cheeks and part your lips in an unflattering pout. His expression turned stony as he stared down at you. "I said speak."
You weren't used to this Jungkookâ the one who gave commands instead of taking them. Furthermore, you were finding yourself liking it a lot more than you'd care to admit. "Yes," you let out in a barely-there whisper.
"Yes what?" He raised a brow, clearly having no intent on letting you go that easily. He eased his hold on your face, letting his fingers softly brush back down to the base of your throat, leaving them as a reminder.
"Yes, Iâ" you shakily gulped, knowing he could feel every bit of it. "I like it. Iâ" You leaned forward, pressing your neck back into his palm, the warmth of his skin against yours feeling akin to a choker. "I like it all."
"All, huh?" He snickered under his breath, pulling back his hand much to your disappointment. He brushed the hair out of your face, combing through the strands in a way you'd usually find comforting. Now you felt more vulnerable. Seen. "Think you could handle it all?"
Your heart leapt out of your chest, and you blinked repeatedly trying to gauge his words. "Handle what?"
His fingers curled into the hair at the back of your head and brought you closer to him, lips barely brushing against yours as he stared into your eyes. "Me fucking you."
Your mouth gaped open once again, though no words came out. You couldn't believe this was real. If it was a dream may you never wake up.
"C'mon, be a big girl and use your words," he scolded. "Do you want it?"
"Iâ" You licked your lips, your mouth suddenly going dry. "I want it."
"Yeah?" He breathed out, voice going quieter with yours. "Want me?"
You're momentarily distracted by him licking his lips too, and your mind jumps back to what a good kisser he is. You'd probably do anything at this point just to get him to kiss you like that again.
"Yes," you finally admitted, your word quiet and small, like a precious secret.
You wanted Jungkook. You wanted him to be yours alone in every sense of the word. You wanted to be the one in his bed and experience the prowess he earned. You tried not to think of the practice he had, and your lack of experience in comparison.Â
Does he truly want you like that? After all these years?
Or were you just another girl that was nearby and convenient, like the so called whores you always admonished?
He let go of you for a moment to yank you towards the bed, and you let out a sharp shriek of surprise as you bounced against the springs in your mattress. Jungkook's dark eyes never left you, crawling on top and brushing the tip of his nose against yours.
"Not Jimin?" he questioned. Jimin. You hadn't even been able to really think about him since Jungkook dragged you away. Not that you cared that much about him.
But Jungkook seemed to.
You couldn't help it, the words crawling out of your mouth automatically. Some part of you still wanted to win over him in some facet. Maybe that's why you'd always rehash arguments. They were rematches for you two. "Why, are you actually jealous, Kookie?"
Jungkook's face soured at the use of the old pet name. One you'd used to use with affection, now mainly used with spite. That, and the fact you didn't immediately say no about Jimin. Were you still thinking of him? Were you wishing he was the one in Jungkook's place right now?
"First," Jungkook grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head. You loved the caged in feeling Jungkook's been providing todayâ both protective and intimidating. Before you could only imagine this view. "You know better than to provoke me like that, don't you, brat?"
You did, but something about seeing him get so riled up over it made you want to both run and get caught.
"Second," his hand came up the side of your face, his thumb sliding up to your lips, wordlessly demanding you suck. "Jimin will never fuck you the way I'm about to. I promise you that."
He'll never even get the chance, is what he wanted to add.
"Yeah?" Your words were muffled around his thumb. He slid it out, again giving you that oh so comforting weight on your neck. You bit your lip, almost amused by how hot and bothered he seems to be. "And what makes you so sure?"
"Fucking tease." Jungkook was practically seeing red with your quips, his grip on your neck slightly tightening in warning. "Tread lightly, baby. You might get more than you bargained for."
You frowned slightly, tilting your head as you look up at him. "Pity. I always figured you were more of a taker."
"Oh?" This time he increased the pressure on your throat. You wished he would free you so you could grab onto him and anchor him tighter against you. "Take? You want me to just take what I want? The way you do? Want me to take everything I've been fucking wanting for years? Even if you can't handle it? Want me to take out my frustration on you for every time you've bitched and bossed me around?"
You thighs squirmed beneath him as he ranted on, squeezing against each other as arousal pooled in your stomach. Your nails dug into the skin, a smile spreading across your face as you saw him get visibly worked up. "Oh? Can't?"
"Fuck..." he growled, narrowing his eyes. "Watch."
You're in absolute heaven as he dove back down to connect his lips with yours, making your head spin from both the euphoria and lack of blood flow to your brain. His tongue danced against your own, fighting against you to force you to submit to him. The combination of both choking and making out seemed like something straight out of a twitter link, and yet your best friend was doing it to you in real time. You never thought you'd see the day.
The hand holding your wrists let go, weaving beneath your head to grip onto your hair, pulling your head back to angle your face the way he wanted. Your hands flew to his forearm, feeling the way it flexed beneath your fingers.
Your grip tightened as you try to keep up with his kisses, taking small gasps of air when you got the chance. Jungkook couldn't seem to get enough of you, though, fully okay with taking away all your air so long as it meant he got to keep kissing you.Â
His hands started riding up your shirt, clawing to get your clothes off. None of the times he's peeped at you when you were changing or saw you getting out of a shower prepared him for this. The idea of seeing you naked in front of him in this context sent his heart rate rocketing, going far beyond the dirty dreams he had of you. And he planned to fulfill every single one, just for you, since you were his favorite.
You're barely able to contain your squeak when his hand slid up to cup your bra, tugging it down enough to free a nipple for him to pinch and play with. You arched, aching for his touch, feeling his long, nimble fingers rub the sensitive bud and pull beneath the fabric of your top.
Impatient as he was, though, he ceased kissing you to tug your shirt over your head, yanking it up and tugging both cups of your bra beneath your breasts to get a better look, admiring how they looked still partially pushed up by undergarment.
The sight of you panting, nipples hard and aching for him to tease them more, was almost enough to make him burst on the spot.
He brought one hand back to your other breast, touch as light as a feather as he slowly circled your areola, admiring how you shuddered beneath him.
"You're so sensitive," he observed, refusing to give you any more just yet. "Is this what you wanted?"
You bit your lip, feeling like he was driving you crazy with how slow he was going. "Wanted you to actually do something," you hissed, trying to get him to touch you more, frustrated beyond belief with how soft he was being now. "You're boring me."
His nostrils flared at that, the jab clearly succeeding.Â
"Boring?" he repeated, eyes narrowing at your brattiness.
You didn't have time to react before he slapped your tit harshly, making you howl as he gave them both a tight grip, his palms now squeezing and kneading at your breasts without pretense.
"You can't even be good for five seconds, huh?" He hissed out the words, harshly tugging at your nipples and letting them go, seeing how your breasts bounced back before he slapped the other for good measure. "Just have to be a brat like always."
You tried to grab onto his wrists for some control, but it angered him more, grabbing your hands and shoving them into the mattress as he dipped his head down to sink his teeth into one of the fleshy mounds.
Your back bent like a bow, hands trying to push against his with no avail as he bit you. Your cry was pathetic, shrill, surprised, everything Jungkook dreamed of.Â
He finally took his mouth off you, your skin shiny with spit where his bite mark was. You could make out the individual indents of his teeth printed on you. He squeezed your wrists one more time in warning, keeping them firmly pressed. "Stay."
He let go of you, and shockingly enough, you were obedient. You anxiously waited for what he would do next, hands beside your head.
Jungkook took his time undressing you, savoring the anticipation that built up from the very moment he took off your top. He reached beneath your back and unclipped your bra, taking it off and throwing it carelessly to the side. It was when he started tugging your pants off that your breath hitched, realization for what was truly about to happen finally dawning on you. His fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties, the final article to be taken off. You felt so exposed in front of him, but his hungry eyes and ravenous expression told you that he was far beyond pleased with what he saw.Â
Yeah, you definitely weren't like a sister to him.
"Fuck, I knew it," Jungkook breathed out as he slowly slid your underwear down your legs, admiring the string of wetness that stretched between the fabric and your pussy until it snapped in half. "Knew you'd be pretty here too."
You blushed at his compliment, immediately trying to close your legs when you felt Jungkook's fingers begin to explore your body, running up and down your inner thighs. The two of you hadn't yet begun, and somehow Jungkook was already going above and beyond your wildest fantasies by reaching into the twisted underbelly of your desire.Â
"Ah-ah, spread your legs. There we go. Don't hide yourself from me." His digits travelled up and down your folds, feeling how wet you already were. All he's done was kiss you a bit, and you're this worked up? You always worried about being the one to ruin him for good, but the opposite might just be true. "Fuck... meant it when I said you were the prettiest I've ever seen."
Your mind spun back to the phone call with Sasha, how he talked about how bad he wanted her and all the things he would do to her...
All the things he was going to do to you right now.
Jungkook grinned down at you mischievously as you twitched beneath his touch. "Yeah, baby. Fuck you're so beautiful. Always thought so. Prettier than all those other girls. Fuck, they couldn't even fucking compare."
"Jungkook..."
"Oh would you look at that. She does know my name," he crooned sweetly, bringing his other hand to your folds, clit trapped beneath two fingers as he slid them teasingly up and down your sex, pinning your hips down as you started to move against him. "What happened to Kookie and Jeon, huh?"
"Fine then, Jeon," you gritted out, annoyed with how cocky he was becoming already.
"So much attitude." Jungkook tsked, pinching your clit one more time before slapping your cunt, watching your hips jump in response. "Why don't you make yourself cum, then. Since you don't need me."
He slipped his hand away from you, enjoying the whine that followed.
Fuck, that wasn't want you wanted. You were already beginning to miss Jungkook's touch, and you hadn't even gotten to feel him inside of you yet.
You felt another smack against you at your hesitation, your best friend clearly not pleased with your disobedience.Â
"I'm waiting," he reminded, voice laced with irritation.
You shakily brought one of the hands by your head down to your pussy, cupping your heat and slowly rubbing your fingers up and down. Your other hand came up to toy with your nipple, pinching and rolling the bud to replicate the earlier feeling. You've done this a million times already, often imagining something quite similar to this. Still, seeing Jungkook hovering above you in real life went far beyond your daydreams, and the wet sounds of your fingers sliding between your folds did little to conceal how turned on you were by the sight.
"Fuck, that's it. You're so wet. You must like me a lot, huh?" Jungkook's smug smile stretched across his face, enjoying watching how your face burned and your fingers pressed harder against yourself with his teasing.
"You're delusional," you spat out, thighs twitching when you trap your clit between two knuckles, same as he did, applying the perfect amount of pressure.
"Am I?" His eyes weren't leaving your fingers, watching how you quickened your pace, pressing harder against your own hand. Desperate. Just how he wanted you. "Go ahead and put a finger inside."
You did so, your walls easily accommodating the small digit as you curled it inside of yourself, pressing your mound deep against your palm as you repeated the motion inside. You spread your legs a bit wider, feeling yourself become stimulated on both in and out, but it wasn't enough.
Jungkook knew it, too.
"Another." His voice came off strained now, an edge to it that made it sound like he was the one becoming frustrated.Â
You obeyed, feeling a little bit fuller, but not enough. You dragged your hand further out before pumping back inside, trying to reach deeper.
He smirked, watching your hips circle as you tried to fuck your own hand, your eyes practically pleading with everything you refused to admit.
He trailed a finger along the inside of your thigh, fingernail barely grazing against you as he encouraged you to continue. "Do you need help?" His coo was patronizing, his smile growing bigger as he watched you glare back at him in defiance.
"N-No," you denied, curling your fingers deep again.
"Mm, I think you do. Those tiny little fingers can't reach where you need, huh?" He put his hand on top of yours, not going inside, just feeling how yours moved beneath his with every curl and drag of your digits. "Bet I can get in deeper than you ever could. I could hit the spots that drive you crazier than you already are."
He hand slid lower, fingertips grazing just above where your own sunk into your entrance.
"I don't think you're doing it right," he sighed, shaking his head out of pity. "How do you not even know how to touch yourself properly?"
"I... I do!" Your brain was starting to become fuzzy with his words, hips jolting up a little as though to protest with you.
He shook his head again, like he didn't believe you. "You need help. You're never going to finish at this rate."
You bit your lip, pumping your fingers harder, pressing further against your palm. He was right. It wasn't enough.
"Just ask for help, baby, c'mon. I can show you how to do it, but you have to ask nicely."
The last thing you typically ever wanted to do was prove Jungkook right.
Then why were you nodding your head in agreement, with tears pricking your eyes in frustration?Â
Quietly, as though you were ashamed to say it, "Help me. Please."
You wanted to smack the triumphant smile off his face the moment you saw it, but found no room to protest when his fingers slowly slid in alongside yours, stretching you out as he curled them inside, making you bend to his will. Your body seemed all too eager to accept any part of him after all these years. You felt him control the pace of how you fucked yourself, his digits pressed snugly against yours as he pumped them in and out, hitting deeper just like he promised.Â
You moaned as he hit your g-spot, the combination of both of your fingers inside of you making your head spin. You must've been wearing the most wanton expression, your eyes slightly crossed, your cheeks warming as you felt pleasure take over, mouth parting as a moan left your lips.
That's it. That's the look Jungkook's been dreaming of seeing.
"See? Doesn't that feel so much better?" The obscenely wet gush of your pussy around both of your digits seemed to answer for you. "Doesn't it feel so good when someone finally hits it right?"
You couldn't even properly speak, mouth hanging open as you absentmindedly nodded for him yet again.
"Hm? Don't want to talk?" He thrust a bit firmer now, his aim deliberate and precise against the spot that had your thighs trembling. "I can feel how much deeper I get in this little pussy in comparison to you. Doesn't it feel so good?"
"K-Kookâ"
"Not my name." He thrust his digits harder as punishment, forcing your own fingers in deeper as well.Â
You were starting to get close, he could tell. The pleasured look on your face was getting harder to mask.
"Could've had this any time, you know. I would've given it to you." He leaned in, lips curled into a smile and barely brushing against yours as he whispered, "All you had to do was ask."
"Iâ" You gasped against him, your palm now firmly glued to your clit, pathetically humping against it as he pressed his hand harder on top of yours. "I couldn't!"
"So stubborn," he hummed, pulling his fingers out and tugging at your wrist as well to leave you completely empty.
You were about to whine, but any argument you had died on your tongue the moment his hand returned.
He didn't give you a second to think about it, the two fingers going back inside you and repeatedly hitting your g-spot hard and firm. You didn't think he was going to be able to figure out your body so quickly, and you were already falling apart at his every touch. His other hand came up to pinch at your folds, squeezing your clit between them until the thumb on the hand pounded you reached up to press light circles. All you could do was moan and gasp as he alternated between keeping your clit trapped between two fingers and rubbing between your folds or pounding into you deep and reaching parts you yourself had trouble stimulating. Just as you got used to one, he switched to the other, never letting you get too used to one either sensation too long.
"Bet you've never felt this good," he hissed under his breath, giddy at seeing you fall apart from his hands. "You've got such a cute, dumb look on your face right now."
You couldn't bite back a retort, practically choking on the words you wanted to say.
As much as Jungkook typically got annoyed by your constant need to have the last word, he couldn't help but anticipate every response you were having to him now.
"Hm? Don't tell me you're too fucked out to speak already," he mused, watching you whine and squirm as he once again pulled his fingers out of you. "You usually have so much to say."
Able to recollect your thoughts while riding the edge he had you on, all you could feel was frustration and arousal. You'd think it'd be your baseline at this point. "Fuck you, you fucking asshole!"
"So much attitude, huh?" He grinned at your vulgarity, cupping your face to crash your lips against his.
You chased after him automatically, groaning into the kiss despite the ache left in your stomach as your orgasm washed away. He licked against your tongue, swallowing your moan and snaking it around yours as he did so. He pulled back slightly, nibbling against your bottom and licking over it in apology. With impatience he slipped his way back between your parted lips, intent on stealing every sigh you had to offer. He hummed, the vibration against your lips sending a tingle down your spine.Â
You broke away for a second, breathless. "What're you going to do about it?"
If Jungkook didn't know you better, he would've scoffed at your sheer audacity. He knew you like the back of his hand, however, and you weren't someone who was going to break easily, no matter how badly you wanted to. "It's about time we fix that."
"Do your worst."
The challenge hung in the air for just a moment before Jungkook accepted.
"I intend to."Â
He slapped your ass hard, tossing you back down onto the bed, watching you bounce slightly against the springs. You gasped in surprise, and his hand slapped against your mouth, the movement sharp enough to leave a sting but not hard enough to not leave a mark.
Jungkook grabbed your jaw and straightened your head to look back at him, letting your mind whir. He leaned in close to your face, studying your expression.
"I intend to do a lot of things tonight."
You licked your lips, now tingling, trying to pull yourself together to stay present, trying to show at least some semblance of self restraint.Â
Jungkook on the other hand was unsure of whether you really wanted to take it this far. Were you ready to face the consequences the way he was?
He bit his lip, clearly mulling over something in his mind. You, on the other hand, grew impatient, wondering what was taking him so long. You glared at him expectantly, confused by the unease in his eyes.
"What?" You practically bit out the words, unsure if there was something wrong. Did he suddenly see something he didn't like? It didn't seem like it with how he was all over you earlier. That, and he was clearly very hard.
"Are you... are you sure you want this?"
The question stunned you, throwing you for a loop.
"Excuse me?"
"It's justâ" He licked his lips, trying to find the right words. "I don't want you to feel pressured just because I wantâ"
You couldn't help but roll your eyes at that. This was not the time for second thoughts, and you most definitely wanted this. Needed it, in fact, or you'd die on the spot.
"Shut up and get your dick out, Jeon." You rose a brow, testing him. "Unless you're scared you can't meet expectations."
Ah. There it is. He almost forgot for a second who he was dealing with. He ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek, hands finally going down to his waistband to reveal your prize. "Fine. Careful what you ask for, brat."
Your eyes widened when he yanked down his underwear as well, and your thighs automatically pressed together.
You should've known. You should've known the universe had it out against you by giving Jungkook a dick too big, too pretty for words. It was much more than you deserved, and quite possibly much more than you could take.
It wasn't just the length that concerned you, but rather the intimidating girth. Your cunt immediately clenched in anticipation as you eyed up his cock, thinking about how much he was going to stretch you out when he finally managed to fit all of himself inside you.
"That'sâ" Your mouth opened and closed repeatedly, trying to form words, and you licked your suddenly dry lips. "How am Iâ"
Jungkook gripped your jaw, forcing your gaze to lift from his cock to his face, his eyes leaving no room for argument. "You've been begging for this dick for years, and now you're finally gonna take it."
It wasn't until you slowly nodded in agreement that he smiled, pumping his dick in his hand to get it even harder for you. He grabbed your thighs, tugging you closer to the edge of the bed until your ass dangled over it, Jungkook's cock now sliding along your folds, lubricating himself.
He ran the tip up and down your sex, eyes flying up to your face to study your expression when he nudged against your clit. He searched for any doubt in your eye, any semblance of anything besides lust.
"Are you ready?" His words were quiet, just one last check in before he sunk home, and neither of you could go back.
You stared up at him, eyes searching his as well now. You didn't say a word, just grabbed his dick, feeling the weight of him in your palm, and aligning him with your entrance.
That's so like you. You never second guess anything once you put your mind to it.
Jungkook slowly slid inside, bullying himself into you and forcing your walls to accommodate him. You held your breath, the stretch around him making you feel impossibly full already. Neither of you looked away from the other, eyes locked on one another's, unable to look away. Both of you were greedy, wanting to read every micro-expression of the other's as you joined. It wasn't until his balls were pressed snug against your ass that you felt the cockhead kiss your cervix, a perfect fit, like a the final piece of a puzzle clicking into place.
The other half.
Jungkook must've felt it too, muttering a quick curse under his breath as he stilled inside of you, savoring the feeling. "Fuck, you feel perfect around me. Perfect little cocksleeve."
You gasped when he pulled his hips back before plunging into you, letting the feeling of how full you were overwhelm you.Â
"Slutty pussyâ fuck, you feel so good," he panted, another staccato thrust burying into you. "Take it so well."
You squeezed your eyes shut, turning to the side, heat rushing through your cheeks as you felt him reach deeper and deeper inside of you, just to see when you ended. Jungkook didn't like that. He tsked, grabbing your jaw and turning your face towards him.Â
"Look at me."Â
Part of you wanted to continue being bratty, squeeze your eyes shut harder and shake your head in earnest. And yet, you were opening your eyes, looking back at your best friend, knowing he was studying every lewd look on your face. Your half lidded eyes, your parted lips, the flush in your cheeks. Your other half knew what you looked like turned on, what you looked like getting fucked, what you looked like underneath him. This was something neither of you could ever undo.Â
"Good girl," Jungkook grinned, patting your jaw roughly in condescension, like you were some pet who liked it like that. Which you were, obviously. "You're gonna look at me when I fuck you baby."
He rolled his hips, letting you feel what he felt like when he stayed buried deep inside you, nudging against that spot that seemed only he could find.
"Want you to know exactly who's fucking you." His hand never left your jaw, forcing you to lock eyes with him as you took in what it really meant to be fucked by him.Â
You wanted to cover your face all over again. The pathetic look in your eye was practically begging for mercy already.
"If you so much think of complaining I'll pull out right now and let you finish yourself off," Jungkook threatened. Your thighs clenched at the threat, the possibility being the worst thing you could think of in this moment.Â
"No!" Your bratty pout was so endearing to him. "Please don't stop. Please, Kookie."
The nickname sounded so sweet in this context. Still, he wanted to hear you moan his name properly.Â
"Shouldn't even let you cum, you're such a fucking bitch to me," Jungkook groaned, pounding harder into you as he felt himself getting close. "You don'tâfuckâdeserve it, do you?"
"No," you whined, hoping to appease him enough for him to give you grace. "Please, please let me cum Jungkook."
"Mm, I'll think about it." You couldn't slap the evil grin off of Jungkook's face even if you wanted to. His eyes lit up with glee at the frustration you felt, his hips slamming harder against yours, as though trying to dig in deeper.
You mewled, squirming beneath him like a pathetic pet. A needy moan left your lips, much whinier than you intended.
âFuuuck youâre doing so good for me,â Jungkook groaned, slapping your breast again as a reward. âYou gonna behave?â
Your desperate nod of affirmation only added to your embarrassment at his words. Your gut twisted into knots as he plowed into you, his pace unrelenting, and your orgasm approaching too fast.
You pressed a hand against the hard plane of his abdomen, trying to soften the blows. You gnawed on your bottom lip, the hand weakly pushing against him doing nothing to ease the pace. "It'sâ fuck, Jungkookâ it's too much!"
"Nah," he grunted, sneering at you, slapping your hand again and gripping onto your hips tighter to force you to meet his thrusts even harder.. "You're gonna take what I give you and shut up for once."
You shook your head at the overwhelming feeling taking over you, tears pricking your eyes as you pushed both hands this time against his abdomen.
Jungkook grabbed onto both wrists now, pulling against them in time with him, using your resistance as another tool to fuck yourself on his cock. You could see the bulge in your lower stomach move along with him, seeing exactly how deep in your guts he was getting. Your pussy pulsated around him, your release near.
Jungkook knew exactly what that meant.
He shoved your hands back down to the mattress, leaning closer over you, snaking his tongue back in your mouth and reaching one hand down to have his thumb stimulate your clit, earning a delicious cry for him to swallow.
He was in absolute heaven right now.
"You're about to cum for me, aren't you?" He huffed in your ear, smile evident in his voice. "Can feel you clenching around me. Gonna cream on my shit like a proper bitch, aren't you? Gonna make it all nice and messy on me."
"F-Fuck, s-shut up!" You wailed out the words, tipping your head back in ecstasy as he continued pounding into you.
"Yeah? Want me to shut up, baby? Hate it that much?" He hissed, rubbing harder circles against your clit, the sensation too much, just the way you like it. "Why are you close, then, huh?"
You clearly weren't doing a good job of hiding it, with your stammering, uneven breathing, flushed face, and hooded eyes. You were twisting in his arms, refusing to stay still at all, as though not ready for what was to come.
"Jungkook... please..."
Fuck, you sounded so cute right now. Damn him for always having a weak spot for you. He was really looking forward to edging you all night.
"Cum for me," he cooed in your ear, his voice a soft caress, a drastic juxtaposition to the harsh thrusts that were currently ruining you. "Let me finally feel how this slutty pussy creams all over me. Nasty little slut."
You bit your lip, feeling your pussy pulse harder against him as the heat floods through you and all over him, just as ordered.
Good pet.
He moaned, hands gripping onto your hips hard as he ignored your squeals of oversensitivity, your orgasm renewing him with much vigor. You were completely pressed against the mattress, so much so that you could slight feel the springs underneath. Jungkook pounded into you faster, his head coming down to nip and such at your neck, leaving possessive marks in it's wake.
"Mine," he growled against your skin, "My fucking slut. Say it."
"I-I'm... I... fuck..." you whined, unable to properly think with how fast he was drilling into you, your sex still trembling from the orgasm that still lingered.
"Say it," he nipped your neck, his teeth a warning. "You're mine."
"I'm yours!" Your voice was a breathy gasp, a cute whine Jungkook wanted to eat. "I'm.... I'm yours... Your slut... Y-Yours!"
The groan that left Jungkook was purely animalistic, his press against you more insistent, his hips moving against you as though to blend with you entirely.
"Yes... Fuck yes, that's it... Such a needy little whore, fuck." He kissed your lips, his hands tightening around your hips, his thrusts growing sloppy. "Tightest... fucking best pussy ever. Mmmm, take it just like that, baby. Just like you're supposed to."
One particular thrust knocked the wind out of you, sending your brain spinning as you gasped out.
"Fuck!" You felt your orgasm building back up. "You're goingâ fuck, you're going so fucking hard!"
"Yeah? You like this?" He snarled, kissing your lips as he ground his hips harder into yours. "Like having your best friend fuck you like a slut?"
"Mmmf, m-moreâ!"
"Fuckingâ!" Jungkook groaned, shaking his head slightly before his hips automatically caved to your request, pounding into you with all your could take, and you knew there'd be bruises in the morning.
"Course a slut like you would want more," he rasped, shaking his head again as though he were a fool to believe otherwise. "Always wanted more, haven't you?"
You bit your lip, the coil in your belly tightening to an absurd degree.
"Want me to give you all my attention, that it? Want me to handle my brat?" He said the words with a slight smile, like he already knew the answer. "Want me to fuck this cunt open until the attitude's all gone?"
You nodded desperately, trying to resist the urge to roll your eyes back. "Yes!"
"Fuck, that's it." He rasped the words in your ear before pressing a small kiss against the shell. "Remember I'm the only one who can do it properly. I'm the only one who can fuck you like this. You're mine."
Your orgasm snapped through you, your legs tightening around Jungkook's hips and pulling him into you, like you didn't want him to leave. You locked around him, forcing him to feel every tremor of your pussy around his shaft, and how your orgasm looked up close and person, how it felt around him. Not that he'd want to be anywhere else. There was no place he'd rather be.
"Mm, fuck, so fucking hot. You're finally fucking learning," he cooed, his voice patronizing and delicious all at once. He was just as bratty as you at times. He started thrusting again, helping you ride it out and pushing himself closer to the edge.
"T-That's it, just fuck me like you hate me," you snarled out, nails scratching down his skin as the last few remnants of your orgasm twitched through your limbs.
Jungkook slowed down, furrowing his brows, panting as he stared down at you.
"I don't hate you baby," he rasped out, shaking head. "I love you."
Suddenly, all you heard was white noise.
You twisted your eyes shut, shaking your head. Before you know it, everything's impossibly more overwhelming. And not in the same way it was before. "WhâThat'sâ That's notâ"
Jungkook started slowing his pounding down to a much slower pace, now more so grinding against you in a steady, deep rhythm. His pelvis stayed glued against yours, pressing against your clit as he buried as deep as he could against you. "I don't want to just fuck you," he whispered, leaning in close to brush the tip of his nose against yours, large eyes peering into yours. "I want to make love to you."
It felt like your heart was about to burst at the seams, and you were left with more emotions than you knew what to do with.
"IâŠyou don'tâŠ"
"I do," he said surely, his voice low and confident as he felt you clench around him.Â
You werenât sure you could handle this level of things. The concept of Jungkook actually making love to you was enough to make your brain explode. Rough, hard sex was already itâs own thing youâd have to deal with. This was something else entirely.Â
"Just hurry up!"
"No." He shook his head, rolling his hips in an infuriatingly slow pace again. "Wanna take my time with you."
"Fuck, how're you still such a dick head?"
"You know what?" He pressed his palm against your cheek, rolling his thumb over it as he kissed you softly. "You give me all this backtalk, but I think you're gonna come for me again anyways."
You quivered around him as he reached particularly deep inside of you, hitting a sensitive spot.
"Wanna know why?"
He rolled his hips slowly, eyes never leaving your face as you squirmed again.
"Because you like me, too," he whispered, pushing in with another devastating thrust that had you going weak. "You like me so much you don't even know how to act anymore."
You trembled beneath him, the slow, rhythmic pace of his cock against your sweet spot and the deep grind of his pelvis against your clit slowly but surely pushing you to that edge again. What was even worse about it was how Jungkook made you to look in his eyes, forcing you to stare up at how his brows knitted together when he himself started to get close, how he bit his lip as he stared down at you, like he was holding himself back until you came undone yet again.
"Fuck, that's it. Gonna take it however I want like a good girl, won't you?"
Jungkook rebuilt your orgasm piece by piece, and took his time in doing so, quieting you when you whined and kissing you deeply enough that you could barely think about complaining anymore.Â
Your nails dug into his back, bright red lines following in their wake, a signal you were close. Jungkook's thrusts got sloppier, uneven, his own orgasm now threatening to take over.
He cradled your face in his hands, his pelvis tight against your clit with every grind, your bodies practically melded together.
"Come with me," he breathily begged, lips ghosting over yours with his plea. "Want you to do it with me. Want us to cum together, please baby."
That was your undoing.Â
You moaned into his mouth as you finally came again, and Jungkook groaned as he pulled out and came on your stomach, his cock bobbing in the air as it twitched and let out spurts of cum onto your heaving abdomen.Â
Jungkook collapsed on top of you, hugging you tightly as you both tried to regain your breath. You gasped at the feeling of his warmth against your skin, chest heaving against his.
He looked up at you, and his eyes so unexpectedly soft you couldn't help but melt for a moment. As though he hadn't just made you cum within an inch of your life.
âYouâreââ You struggled to catch your breath. ââfucking insane.â
Slowly, he lifted a bit higher, hesitantly leaning in as though he wanted to kiss you again. You reciprocated, leaning in as well, his lips soft as he slowly pressed against you, unhurried and unbothered. Just enjoying the taste of you on his lips. "Fuck, why do you fuck with my head like this?" He groaned softly, his voice a low whisper. "I told you I love you."
He cupped your breast, dipping his head now to capture your nipple in between his lips, sucking tenderly at the bud while making eye contact with yours. His eyes were almost pleading, such a jarring juxtaposition in comparison to his earlier demeanor. "You're such a fucking brat with me."
You let out a small huff of amusement, fingers tangling into his hair, a glimpse of your usual Kookie back. "I have to make things difficult for you."
Your hands tightened into a fist in his hair, and he whined against your bud, giving a harsh suck in relation. "Why?" He asked, brows furrowed.
You couldn't help the small smirk that graced your lips. "Because we both know you like it."
He couldn't help the small smirk that graced his. What you said was the truth.
He rose up from your breast to kiss you on the lips again, this one sweet and deep, like he wanted to burn the feeling of your mouth against his into his memory. "Be with me," he panted when he broke the kiss. "More than just sex. Much more. I want to be the one who puts up with your bratty attitude. Only me. Let me."
"You already do," you whispered.
"More than before," he said, nudging his nose against yours. "Let me be your boyfriend. Please."
The corner of your mouth twitched.
Maybe you had a begging kink. Maybe you were also insane. But somehow you found yourself switching Jungkook's title from best friend to boyfriend with a simple, "Well, since you asked so nicely..."
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The morning after you were sore all over, thick arms holding you pressed against one very naked chest. Jungkook snored softly in your ear, and you were thankful he railed you so hard you were knocked out cold in the end. Jungkook seemed to be in a similar state, still dreaming and clueless as you shimmied your way out of his grip and the bed. You hastily threw on his shirt and a pair of fresh panties, buzzing about the room with a nervousness you weren't used to.
The sight of Jungkook shirtless in your bed, still dozing off, was enough to have your heart palpitating all over again.
Your mind flashed back to the night before, everything that happened. You gazed at your neck in the mirror, the marks left behind on your skin that proved it was all real.
Jungkook was officially yours.
You weren't just his best friend anymore; now you were his girlfriend.
You couldn't help but swallow at the thought. What did that mean, exactly?
What would a good girlfriend do?
Maybe cook breakfast? Jungkook was usually the one who cooked while you slept in during sleepovers, but clearly you had underestimated that one line in Anaconda about NyQuil. You meandered your way to the kitchen, deciding that you could at least cook scrambled eggs. You were so focused on the task, frying the freshly mixed batch in the pan, that you hardly noticed Jungkook's presence until those same arms wrapped around your middle.
"'Morning," he grumbled directly in your ear, his voice deep and raspy from his slumber. "I didn't know you knew how to cook."
You scoffed despite yourself. "I'm just not as good as you, ok? You know a lot more dishes than I do."
"I could always teach you." His lips brushed softly against your neck, and goosebumps littered your arms at the action.
"I prefer when you just do it for me."Â
His hands gripped on to your hips, and you were reminded once again of how different he could be when he really wanted to. "You're so spoiled."
You half expected him to punish you for it, bend you over the counter and take you there, but he doesn't. Instead his eyes lowered to your lips, and he looks back up as though for permission.
You leaned in a little, hesitant, holding your breath as you gave him an opening.
He slowly leaned in, one hand coming up to cup at your jaw, letting his lips press against yours. He slotted them in place, the kiss soft and firm, moving his lips again to deepen the kiss further. You felt the butterflies in your stomach as you leaned in further, letting your pace instinctually match his, the languid, unspoken rhythm taking over like you had all the time in the world. It felt natural, no sense of awkwardness or mess.
Jungkook's fingers twitched against your face, pulling you in closer, tilting his head so he can kiss you again and again, like hadn't been doing it properly before. You knew you could spend hours just feeling the sweet caress of his mouth against yours.
It wasn't until he pulled away and said, "Oh fuck, the eggs," that you realized oh fuck, the eggs.Â
"Shit shit shit!" You threw away your shitty burned eggs in the trash, your perfect kiss ruined by your failure of cuisine. "Fuck, I suck at this!"
"Hey hey, it's ok," Jungkook took your face in his hands, turning you to face him "It's alright. I can make the eggs. I know you prefer fried anyways."
You bit your lip, staring up at your adoring, caring bestâ no, boyfriend.
You chuckled softly, feeling a bit silly all of the sudden. "I think I'm already sucking at this whole girlfriend thing."
"Are you kidding? You knocked my ass out and now you're making me breakfast? This is more than I ever expected," he assured you.
"Well, now you're the one making breakfast, because I'm one bad slip from setting my place on fire," you sighed.
"Nah, you're not that bad. I was just distracting you." He pecked you again on the lips, like he just couldn't help himself. "And you're right. I'm the better cook."
"I think I specifically said you knew more dishes," you recalled.
Jungkook shrugged. "Same thing. And besides, I like cooking for my girlfriend."
You felt your cheeks heat up at the very word, Jungkook no doubt noticing. You glared at him when he smiled back; of course he noticed. "You know us officially dating doesn't magically solve all of our problems, right?"
"I never thought it would," Jungkook said.Â
"We'll probably still fight. A lot."
"Don't most old married couples? We're just used to each other already, like them."
You rolled your eyes a bit at that. "And you're ok with that?"
"There's no one I'd rather end arguments with than you," he grinned, pinching your cheeks just to annoy you. "Because you're the one always starting them."
You scrunched your nose, turning your head to nip at his fingers, pulling him in a bit closer to kiss him, because now you finally can. "Want me to start something else?"
Jungkook's eyes seemed to light up at that, turning off the stove and lifting you onto the cool marble countertop. "So you are still serving me breakfast," he quipped teasingly, tugging your panties off and spreading your legs.
"You're such a good girlfriend," Jungkook mumbled quietly to himself before descending between your thighs.
You buried your hand in his hair, looking down and wondering how the fuck both of you were so stupid as to not do this before.
SUMMARY.  After a long, hellish week at work, the only thing youâre looking forward to doing is smoking a joint and winding down. But when you come up short on cash, your new dealer makes it clear he is as strict as he is dangerously hot. He only takes cash, and no, you canât pay him back next time. Unless⊠you can find another way.
word count. 7.7k
warnings. dom!jungkook x sub!reader, nasty filthy smut, NSFW, penetration, oral sex, gun play, scratching, mention of drugs, jk and reader get very high, big dick jk, buying drugs, swearing, light blood mention, light impact play, use of weapons, size kink, praise + degradation, creampie
note. i bring to you dealer jk!! i hope you guys enjoy this fic, i am super excited to share this with you and thank you so much for all the love on thirst trap and the teaser. i was not expecting it to get as much attention as it did! you guys are the best. once again, no character in this story is based on anyone in real life, this is merely a work of fiction. also please make sure to read warnings before reading, there is consensual gun play. also, please leave a comment if you enjoyed the fic! it means a lot <3
You flipped through your wallet, then flipped through again, thumbs fumbling with the bills under the heated gaze pinning you in your seat. The low purr of the engine made it worse, like even his car was waiting on you. âI swore I had enough cash, I literally just went to the bank.â
Next to you, Jungkook sat silently, one hand steady on the wheel, the other rubbing at his chin. He didnât say anything, staring ahead at the dimly lit street.
You cursed under your breath, hands flailing at your pajama pockets that you already knew would result in nothing at all. Between your legs was the little baggie that was supposed to transform your weekâso in your grasp but slipping further and further as you realized your dire situation.
You looked up at him with an apologetic expression. âI-I donât think I have the money.â
The tatted man took a deep breath, shutting his eyes, trying to regain composure. He chewed at his silver lip ring, in thought. âYou made me drive 20 miles.â
âI know, Iâm sorry! I really thought I had the cash.â Your voice cracked halfway through, palms clammy as you scrambled for excuses. âItâs just, this whole week at workâs been hell, and all I wanted was to wind down this weekend with some weed. My friend swore by you, and I guess I got too excited to check andâŠâ You trailed off, eyes darting back to the baggie between your knees, taunting you. âAnd now Iâm just, shit...â
Jungkook finally turned his head, eyes cutting to you. The harsh shadows of the streetlight carved into his sharp cheekbones, the strong slope of his nose, the metal glint of his lip ring. He didnât look real. He looked like he belonged in some moody editorial. The sheer fact that this man was sitting next to you in a beat up car, jaw tight, cologne drawling in the air, made your words stumble even more than they already were.
âCan I⊠pay you back next time?â you tried weakly, the suggestion falling flat even to your own ears.
âAbsolutely not.â His tone was flat and final. âI donât even know you.â
You bristled, fumbling with your wallet again, your fingers trembling more from his stare than from nerves. âOkay, okay, but what about Venmo? Apple Pay? Anything?â
âI already told you.â He scoffed, low and humorless. âCash. Only.â His eyes didnât waver from your face, and it was unbearable, like he was dissecting every movement of your mouth.
You flipped through the same wallet again even though you knew it was useless, pretending to double-check. He didnât even let you finish before cutting in, voice dark. âThereâs nothing in there.â
Your head snapped up, heat rising in your cheeks. âSo⊠now what?â
For a moment he didnât answer. Then, slow as ever, Jungkook reached across the small space between your legs, his tattooed hand brushing low until his fingers grazed the baggie nestled between your thighs.
Your entire body jolted, face going bright red. âE-Excuse me!â
Unbothered, he plucked the weed back, knuckles grazing your leg with casual assertion, and leaned back into his seat. âHit me up when you have the money.â
Desperation made your hand dart out before your brain caught up. You grabbed his wrist lightly, holding him in place. Not sternly, but just enough. The second you touched him, his gaze darkened, eyes flicking down to your fingers on his skin before returning to your face, heavier.
âCâmon,â you sighed. At the base of your neck, a deep heat settled as you took in his response to your bold move.
Silence pressed in like smoke. He didnât move, his expression unreadable.
âYou know what?â he said finally, voice measured. âMaybe there is something.â His thumb drummed once against the steering wheel before he nodded toward your building. âLetâs smoke first.â
The flight of stairs to your apartment was silent. Painfully so. The tall man loomed behind you, with arms crossed over his chest, watching you mess with your keys.
When you got into your apartment, his eyes darted around, narrowing at your sofa in the middle of your living room. âSmoke here?â he murmured, voice gravel-low.
You barely managed a nod before he was already lowering himself into the cushions, broad shoulders sinking into the fabric like he belonged there. He shrugged off his leather jacket, fluidly revealing curved colored tattoos.
You sat gingerly at the other end of the couch, a bit too far away, palms flat against your thighs. He didnât look at you, not right away, just pulled the baggie out with casual ease, plucking at papers from his pocket. You watched in silence as he rolled with practiced precision, fingers deft and certain. When his tongue dragged a wet stripe along the paper before sealing it shut, you felt something strange ripple through your chest. He looked unfairly good doing it.
The blue flicker of his lighter caught the edge of the joint, and he leaned back, one arm slung over the back of the sofa. He offered it to you without a word.
You took it, inhaling carefully. The smoke burned hotter than you expected, clawing at your lungs until you coughed, pressing the back of your hand to your mouth.
Jungkook tilted his head, watching you with a faint curve at the corner of his lip. Then, without comment, he took it back and drew in deep, holding it with ease.
âThis isnât how I pictured my Friday night,â you admitted softly, voice scratchy from the smoke.
âMm.â He exhaled slowly, smoke spilling like mist. âWhat do you do?â
You blinked, caught off guard. âAccounts. Paperwork, spreadsheets⊠boring stuff.â
One raven brow lifted. âNumbers?â
âYeah,â you said with a hollow sigh. âNumbers, audits, invoices. Glamorous, right?â
The corner of his mouth tugged faint, almost like a smirk. âKind of what I do.â
You glanced over out of curiosity, tucking a hair behind your ear. âWhat, balancing ledgers?â
His eyes cut toward you, sharp even under the fog. âAmong other things.â
âWhat are other things?â you asked before you could stop yourself.
He just laughed, low and quiet, leaving the question hanging between you.
Your curiosity sparked, but you didnât press. âI only do it occasionally, you know. To relax.â
Jungkook chuckled low, smoke curling from his lips. âDoesnât look like youâre very relaxed, pretty.â
The word pretty hit you harder than the joint did. You swallowed, trying to mask it with another pull when he passed it back. The smoke burned, but you forced yourself to hold it, coughing only when you finally exhaled. Embarrassed at how much your body reacted. Relax, you told yourself. Calm down.
âNot much of a smoker,â he observed, voice roughened with amusement.
âYeah, well.â You exhaled shakily, settling back into the couch. âGuess I need more practice.â
His chuckle was quieter this time, under his breath, but it stayed in the air between you. The conversation slowed after that, little pauses stretching longer, words softening with the high settling in. Your cheeks felt warm, your eyes half-lidded, red and tired. You knew the high was setting in when you felt a warm rush, a lazy sweet buzz that made you feel like your fingertips were tingling. When you glanced over, you noticed Jungkookâs gaze matched yours, darker now, glassed over, a light flush coating his dewy skin. He looked pretty, in an oddly soft way.
He cracked his neck slowly, the sharp sound cutting through the grey air. When you looked back at him, his eyes were already on you, lingering too long, tracing your features as though committing them to memory.
âWhat?â you asked, catching a lip between your teeth. âWhy are you staring at me like that?â
His jaw shifted. Finally, his voice broke the silence. âYouâre very pretty.â
Heat pooled in your cheeks, and you thanked him gently, the word barely above a murmur. He nodded back, but his eyes were subdued, softer. Something in you shifted, lightly, as though the smoke had tipped you off balance.Â
Your eyes couldnât stop catching on his flexed body, particularly his half clothed arms. Without thinking, your fingers brushed over the ink spiraling down his forearm.
You traced the lines until they grew bolder at a wide petalled flower etched in blue and orange. âWhat does this one mean?â you asked, voice quieter.
His eyes dropped to where your fingertip lingered. If he was affected, he didnât let it show. âProtection,â he said after a beat. âItâs supposed to keep bad luck away.â
âDoes it work?â you asked. You ran a knuckle over a curved petal.
His tongue darted across his lips. âIâm still here, arenât I?â
You let your touch drift upward, across the thick slope of his arm. His bicep flexed beneath your palm, solid and warm. The movement drew your breath shallow. âAnd this?â you pressed, brushing over a jagged black design near his shoulder.
His lip ring caught the light as he took a deep hit of the joint. âThat oneâs nothing. Just a doodle.â
âKind of a waste,â you murmured, tracing it twice. âFeels like everything on you should mean something.â
That was when his hand closed around your wrist. Not tight, but just enough to pause you. His grip burned hot against your skin, as if heâd pressed the very joint between his lips against you.
His eyes flicked up to yours, decided. âWhat are you trying to do, baby?â
You froze, lips parting but no sound coming out. âIâŠâ
He watched you like he had all the time in the world, not challenging your hesitance.
Your throat tightened, the words catching, so instead you let your pulse answer for you. You paused a beat, then tilted your chin up and pressed your mouth to his before you could overthink it.
His mouth was warm, unmoving at first, and for a split second you thought youâd made a mistake. Then his lips pressed back decisive, and the air left your lungs in a rush.
He tasted like nothing you expected. How could someone taste so brilliant? The musky taste of weed lingered on his tongue with the spiced freshness of cinnamon gum that it seemed like he had just recently chewed. The chilled metal sting of his lip ring danced across your lips. He tasted like magic, like a spell that was crafted just to lure you in. The kiss was anything but shallow. It was the deep depths of the ocean, the violent waves that broke apart even the strongest of ships. His tongue swirled in your mouth, his wet muscle exploring like no one ever had.
His palms pressed into your face, cradling you. Not forcefully, but stern. He kept you in place and cupped you close to him like you were the most precious thing he had.
Even through the lazy haze of what you had smoked, you couldnât help but open your eyes to peer at the beautiful man you were kissing. His dark lashes crested his cheek and his eyebrows furrowed together in concentration. His eyebrow piercing caught the light and gleamed. The weed had your mind fucked, you thought, because you felt like you were kissing a Grecian statue, a man so handsome he could only be carved by an artist himself. You wanted him more than you ever had before. You nipped at his bottom lip and suckled at it, and in response he moaned into your mouth deeply. Your bite was strong enough to draw the smallest trace of blood, and the salty, delicious tang of his bleeding lip mixed into your mouth. Clearly, Jungkook liked the rough gesture quite a bit. He lowered a veined tattooed hand and gripped at your ass, kneading the clothed flesh with vigor.
When you finally pulled back to breathe, Jungkook seemed even higher than before. His eyes were heavy and glazed, and he ran his teeth over his bruised, swollen lip.
âYouâre driving me fucking crazy,â he rasped. You didnât even have time to respond before his mouth was on you again, this time suckling bruises into the thin skin of your jaw. He was greedy for you, leaving open-mouthed kisses over the side of your face, licking and sucking at whatever skin he could find. His mouth found your neck and he licked a thick flat stripe, savoring the taste. You shuddered deeply in response and clutched at his inked bicep.
âF-fuck,â you whimpered out as he found a particularly sensitive spot at the base of your neck. He relentlessly sucked blossoming bruises you could only find tomorrow. Your hands roamed down his arms, relishing the way his muscles rippled underneath as he tensed at your touch. His hand left your ass to sweep up under your shirt to feel the honeyed skin of your belly. He dragged his nails across your abdomen, leaving trails of heat over your skin that tightened beneath his touch. You arched into his sharp caress, letting out a shaky breath.
Jungkook pulled back from your neck, his hand still up your shirt, and reached behind your head, grabbing the joint. He brought it to his flushed mouth and took a drag before pressing it to your lips. Eager to not break the delicious haze you were in, you took a deep inhale, letting the smoke fog your brain again.
âThatâs it, baby.â He encouraged, âBreathe it in.â
Baby. You warmed at the nickname, smiling shyly before pointing your head up and blowing the smoke out, creating a cloud over the both of you.
Jungkookâs fingers traced your neck, analyzing the mess he made on you. âBet youâll stare at these in the mirror later and think of me.â
âMake more.â You leaned away from him, dragging his warm hand out of your shirt. He watched intently as you pulled your shirt over your head, your tits bouncing free and hardening immediately at the chill in the air.
âHoly fuck.â He admired, âFucking divine.â His hands were quick to seize your tits, kneading them roughly as though testing their weight. His hand fit perfectly over them, as if they were made just to rest in the palm of his hands. He lowered his head, kissing over the swell before taking a nipple into his mouth with a deep groan. He sucked hard, his other hand twisting at the peak of your other breast. He was manhandling your tits like he owned them, like he was made to do this.
âOh my god!â you gasped, leaning into his warm mouth. He hummed and clamped his teeth around one nipple gently and pulled. You hissed at the sweet sensation and squeezed his shoulder. A heartbeat grew between your legs, each pulse stronger than the last. Your eager hands kept roaming, squeezing wherever you pleased, greedy for every inch of him. You traced the way his shoulders curved like heavy mountains and how his triceps flexed with each teasing squeeze of your tits. Your palms slid lower, mapping the firm slopes of his arms before dipping into the surprisingly delicate curve of his waist.
Your fingers wandered further, hungry, until you brushed the thick muscle of his thighs. They were solid, unyielding, carved like rock under your touch. Heat radiated from them, and when you gave an experimental squeeze, the muscle twitched beneath your palm, alive, flexing as if in answer to your touch. This elicited a deep, primal groan from Jungkook. His thighs werenât just strong; they were dangerous, made to cage you and hold you in place. The thought alone made your breath hitch and the ache in your core sharpen.
Your hands wandered further down, curious fingers tracing at the rough pockets of his jeans until you brushed against something cold. Solid. Surprised, you broke out of your trance and jerked forward as if youâd been burned. The haze of the smoke and lust cracked as you realized⊠Jungkook was armed. Your breath stuttered, your pulse went uneven. A thousand thoughts clawed at the back of your head. What the fuck were you really thinking, letting this man into your apartment? Of course he had a fucking gun; he was a dealer. How could you be so seduced by him that you didnât even realize he could actually be dangerous?
Jungkook froze too, not because he was startled, but because he wanted to watch you. His hand stilled on your breast, lips hovering just above your skin, eyes dragging up to lock with yours. The knowing smirk he carried was gone, replaced by something darker, sharper. He didnât say a word, just studied your face like he was waiting for your verdict.
âYou really⊠carry that around?â you whispered, eyes glancing back and forth wildly from the thick metal and Jungkookâs unwavering gaze. Being in such close proximity to the weapon had your mind numb.
His hand never left your tits, his thumb flicking at your erect nipples with a surprising ease. âYeah,â he rumbled. âLike I said, I do a lot of things, pretty.â
His words shouldâve calmed you, but paired with the cold analytical steel of his eyes, they only made your pulse falter further. He tilted his head, catching the way your throat bobbed as you swallowed.
âDonât look so scared.â One calloused hand reached up, fingers brushing your jaw, coaxing your face back to his. âIâd never hurt you. Not unless you ask real nice.â
âWhat?â You shivered.
His smirk curved slow and timed, like he was thriving off the shift in your body. You sat up. He leaned closer, lips grazing your ear with a snake-like precision.
âMaybe,â he whispered, âyou could put those pretty lips to better use.â
His hand slipped over your wrist, guiding it back toward the cool steel. He flattened his palm against your smaller one, letting you feel the real weight of the glock pressed against his thigh.
âBet youâd look so fucking hot with it in your mouth. Like youâre sucking me off.â
Want pressed heavy between your thighs, insistent and sticky, demanding to be touched. The sound of his twisted, menacing words hit you harder than expected, and your panties started to stick to you uncomfortably, the cloth becoming damp and sticky.
âY-you want me to put that in my mouth?â Your eyes stayed heavy on his palm flexing your hand on the gun. He reached up again, brushing a spare lock behind your ear.
âOnly if you want to.â He eased. He paused, drinking up your shaky breaths and widened eyes. âYou wanna give it a try for me?â
The way he asked, you would give anything a try. You nodded, squeezing your clothed thighs, and he chuckled. He leaned over, pressing a chaste kiss to your bare shoulder before issuing his command. âGet on your knees, baby.â
You stood with a sense of urgency that you hadnât had before, not even when Jungkookâs tongue was down your throat. You could feel Jungkookâs eyes trained on your figure. Your thumbs hooked into the sides of your pajamas as you shimmied out of them, leaving you in your sticky panties glued to your mound. You heard Jungkook inhale next to you, a sound so quiet and tender you almost missed it.
The fabric pooled at your ankles uselessly as you stepped out of it. The chilled apartment air prickled over your bare creamy thighs like the room was breathing with you. When you sank to your knees the carpetâs rough pattern dug into your knee, leaving a welcoming reminder that this was real. You were kneeled in front of Jungkook, mouth ready for anything you were given.
You folded your hands before you, like you were at the altar, and peered up at him through dark lashes. Wide-eyed, trembling, yet impossibly willing. Like a baby deer stumbling into a wolfâs den. A deceitfully innocent baby deer.
âFuckâŠâ Jungkook cursed under his breath, his tongue sweeping over his lip ring as he took you in. âArenât you fucking something.â
His hand dipped to his thigh, removing the dangerous cold steel. The gun came free, gleaming in the dim light the way he did. He leaned back into the couch, legs spreading wide in a deliberate manly sprawl. The weapon rose in his grip, angled down at you, thick and girthy like it was Jungkookâs own cock.
His gaze reeled you in, heavy and arrogant, as his words spilled like smoke into the space between you. âOpen up.â
Your lips parted in desire, and you opened your little pink mouth for him to use. You drew your shoulders inward, the motion pressing your tits together and straining them upwards for him to admire. His grip on his gun grew tighter, and a little vein in his temple shifted. âLick.â
You extended your wet tongue out and pressed it against the base of his knuckle and traced the length until your tongue reached the tip. Jungkook shivered as your tongue slithered lightly over his finger. The cool metal tasted acrid like iron and smoke, but you still savored the lingering taste like Jungkook was branding you inside out.
âYouâre so fucking filthy,â Jungkook admired. He reached a hand out, patting your cheek before giving you a light slap. The sting was delicious, divine even, and you moaned softly, rutting into the carpet underneath you for sweet friction.
All fear you had was gone, replaced by withering, deep desire. Jungkook angled the barrel against your lips, nudging until you opened for him again. His hand guided the heavy metal into your mouth, sliding it slow, deliberate, in and out of your mouth. The weight of it pressed against your tongue obscenely, as he fucked your mouth with it.
âJust like that,â he groaned, eyes fixed on the way your lips stretched around it. You hollowed your cheeks obediently, sucking gently, giving him the same innocent gaze like you had no idea how filthy you looked. The sides of your mouth slicked with spit, warm trails running down to your chin.
Jungkookâs breathing hitched, his thighs flexing where he sat sprawled in front of you, cock straining visibly against his jeans. He looked as affected as you were, jaw tight, veins straining in his forearm as he kept the steady movement. âFuck⊠youâre killing me,â he growled.
When your spit finally dripped down your chin and onto your breasts, he stilled you with a sharp tug of your hair. You moaned at the tug and at his intense gaze. Jungkook dragged the gun free from your mouth, slick and messy, and ran the barrel down your jaw, collecting the drool that clung there. His eyes darkened further, almost feral, as he brought the weapon to his own lips. Without hesitation, he licked the steel, tasting you, his tongue running over the wetness youâd left behind.
His eyes fluttered shut for a beat as he savored it, chest rising unevenly. When they opened again, they gleamed with something wild. âFucking sweet,â he rasped, his voice basking on the edge of mania.
The act was so obscene you thought the rush you got from it was going to make you snap in two. Your jaw dropped in shock, and you swore you could cum untouched from the action alone.
âJungkookâŠâ you started, the name spilling out before your thoughts could catch up.
He rested the gun on his thigh, head cocked to the side as he drank in your fucked-out expression.
âI need you.â You werenât even sure what you meant, what exactly you needed him to do. Only that your body demanded him, begged him, craved solace from the candle burning low in your belly and dripping onto the carpet beneath you.
Jungkook went quiet, his eyes locked on yours. For a moment, you thought he might haul you back onto the couch or throw you over his shoulder. But no, Jungkook was never one for the predictable. He rose, towering just long enough for you to tilt your chin up to follow him, before lowering himself to the ground beside you, like a predator crouching close to its prey. His proximity stole your breath, and you gaped at him, your need swelling until it burned the voice out of your throat. You pressed harder into the carpet, desperate to ground yourself against the slick heat gathering between your thighs.
Jungkookâs gaze flickered down, then back up, and he leaned closer, centimeters from your face. âWhat do you want me to do to you, baby?â
You felt like someone had strangled the air out of your lungs. Words tangled in your throat, your lips parted but no sound came out. The silence stretched, the only hum in the air the buzz of your freezer. Jungkook raised a sympathetic hand up to your face, cradling your cheek and running a thumb across the tender flesh.
âI said, tell me what you want me to do to you or Iâll leave you dripping.â The promise was sudden and harsh, sending a chill down your spine.
âN-no, no, no, no. Please touch me, Jungkook, please.â You shook your head frantically, words spilling out broken. You couldnât be left high and dry â youâd die from desperation.
âWhere, baby? How do you want me to touch you?â His voice softened as he caressed your face.
Your mouth opened, then closed, your throat catching on every word. âIâfuck, I wantâI needâŠâ You licked your lips. âPlease, Jungkook. Please justâfuck me. I need your cock, I need it in me, please.â
Jungkookâs mouth curved, satisfied at your response. âThatâs my girl.â His voice dropped so low it rattled through your chest.
He pressed a heavy palm to your torso and pushed lightly. âLie down for me, baby. Let me make you feel good.â God, you wanted to feel good.
You obeyed without hesitation, laying back onto the carpet, knees up and hands resting by your side. You raised your head to watch Jungkookâs movements, not wanting to miss a single beat.
Jungkook admired you, pressing a tender kiss at your knee and running his hands up your soft thighs, squeezing the fleshiest part. âSo smooth,â he huffed out.
You gasped softly as his fingers hooked into your simple cotton panties before he dragged them down your legs. The cool air hit your throbbing, heated core, and you leaned your head back, eyes fluttering closed in anticipation and relief from your ruined underwear. You glistened beautifully, your clit peeking out from your tender folds.
His breath hitched, and for a moment he stared at your arousal. His tongue fiddled with his lip ring, and he ran an experimental thumb up your slit, nudging at your clit.
âOh!â You gasped, and he chuckled.
His palms anchored against the insides of your knees, prying you wide until you were stretched to your limit, spread helpless beneath him.
He let out a noise low from his throat. âSuch a pretty fucking pussy.â His voice was wrecked with want.
You shivered and bit your lip, turning your face away to hide your heated cheeks.
He tutted. âLook at me, baby. Look at me while I make you feel good.â You locked your hooded eyes onto his.
Jungkookâs gaze was sharp and dark, so intense it pinned you to the floor more than his hands ever could. He leaned back onto his heels, one hand fumbling for the forgotten joint, the thin curl of smoke still glowing faintly. He brought it to his own lips, inhaled deep, then pressed it back to your mouth. âTake a hit, baby,â he murmured, voice smoky itself. âI want you high as fuck while I ruin you.â
You listened, of course, lips parting around the rough paper as you drew in. The burn scorched your lungs, mixing with the dizzy throb between your thighs. Before you could exhale, Jungkook pressed a lingering kiss just above your knee, then another closer to your heat, his lips trailing fire as they moved higher.
By the time he reached the softest part of your inner thigh, you were trembling, a whimper slipping out. His mouth lingered there, plush lips sucking a bruise into your soft flesh before he finally shifted, dragging his lip ring directly over your swollen clit. The sharp chill of metal against your most sensitive nerve sent you arching off the floor with a cry, the joint nearly tumbling from your fingers.
âFuck!â you cried out, attempting to arch up, but his firm hands kept you in place. You reached one hand into his hair, not yanking but curling and intertwining with his soft locks.
Thatâs when he lost his restraint. Jungkookâs mouth sealed over you, tongue plunging deep, then circling back up to suck your clit with brutal pressure. He groaned into your folds like he couldnât get enough, the vibrations rattling through your bones. Your hips thrashed, your thighs attempting to clamp him in, but he just held you open and devoured you like a starving man.
Every drag of his tongue was merciless, every suck harsher than the last. Your back bowed, your nails scraped his scalp, and the joint burned into the carpet.
The high of the weed and the high of getting devoured by Jungkook had your brain in a trance, your vision growing spottier as you babbled. âFeels s-so good, feels so good, thank you, thank youâŠâ
His fingers dug deeper into your thighs, holding you wide open as if you were nothing but his feast. âDamn right it does,â he muttered into your folds before sucking harder, punishing and worshipping all at once. Your mouth fell open, unable to hold onto all the pleasure coursing through your body.
The fire in your belly grew, and Jungkook fed into it with each brutal caress of his tongue. The fire was so intense you could only relieve it by chasing and running away from his relentless mouth. But he kept you pinned, his well-crafted muscles and inked hands keeping you down with no effort at all. You bit down on your lip, swelling it beyond what Jungkook had done to your mouth. The fire built and roared until you were seconds from being ignited all over.
âCome on, baby.â He urged, still buried between your legs. You echoed his name as you came, every nerve engulfed in molten pleasure. The sparks of your orgasm froze your body, and your spine jerked wildly.
Jungkook eased your burning heat by detaching from your clit with a wet pop and pressing kisses on your plush folds, lapping softly at your sweet juices. When you finally calmed, your neck was covered with a light sheen of sweat and your chest heaved up and down. Your eyes squeezed shut, trying to regain control of your body.
Jungkook released your knees and shifted forward, settling between your legs. The weight of him, still fully clothed while you lay bare and wrecked beneath him, elicited a gasp from you. Your eyes fluttered open to watch his gaze run down your flushed, trembling figure. His tongue darted out, licking your essence off his lip ring.
âOne orgasm wrecked you this badly,â he murmured in your ear. You whimpered weakly, rubbing your head into his. He drew lazy circles on your hipbone, the other hand resting by your head. His eyes were red and glassed over, the high taking over him as strongly as it had you.
âJungkookâŠâ You breathed out, reaching one hand into his hair again. He hummed in delight as you steadied yourself, letting your fingers entangle in the longer hair at the nape of his neck.
âCome back to me, baby. Iâm not done with you yet.â The promise had you shifting underneath him, eyes going wide.
âY-youâre not?â
âMhm. Still gotta fuck you, pretty girl.â His nose nudged yours, the gesture gentle in contrast with his delectably dark gaze.
âCanât waste a pussy that perfect on just my mouth,â he continued, his lip ring nudging at your lips.
Your eyes chased his before you lowered a hand, tugging at the waistband of his jeans.
âFuck me then.â You werenât sure if it was a plea, demand, or a prayer.
Jungkookâs mouth twitched into something darkly amused, but he didnât answer. Instead, he shifted back onto his knees, dragging the hem of his shirt over his head. The fabric peeled away slow, and your breath caught at the sight of him. His torso seemed like it was cut from marble, abs ridged and sharp. A colorful sleeve wrapped one arm, ink twisting over his thick muscle in bold mysterious strokes, somehow making you higher than you were.
His eyes didnât leave yours as you reached up, fingers tentative, brushing along his chiseled torso. The muscles shifted beneath your touch, and Jungkookâs breath came out in shaky gasps, like he hadnât expected your touch.
Then he pushed to his feet, making quick work of his jeans. His dark denim slid to the floor, followed by black boxers that clung to his well-defined waist. His cock sprang free, heavy, flushed an angry red that deepened to a beautiful blushed purple at the tip, veins pulsing thickly along the shaft. The sight alone had your mouth drying, your thighs pressing together in want. His cock was as gorgeous as him.
âC-can IâŠâ Your voice trailed off, hand twitching upward.
His jaw clenched, the vein at his temple flexing. âYeah. Touch me.â He lowered himself back to his knees in front of you.
Your hand wrapped around him gingerly at first, then with more confidence, stroking the velvety skin. Jungkook groaned low, head tipping back as his cock twitched in your hand. His hand caught your wrist, not to stop you but to feel your movements. Your thumb ran over his sensitive head, and you smeared the pre-cum down his shaft. He hissed in delight, his eyes shifting rapidly under his closed eyelids. You watched him, amazed like he was art itself. Jungkookâs eyes flew open when you leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to his hip bone. You werenât sure where the softness came from, maybe from the shadowed aftermath of the hits you had taken of the joint.
âYouâre killing me, baby,â he said through gritted teeth.
You blinked up at him before you flattened back onto the carpet, guiding his fat cock head to press onto your soaked folds. His breath tore ragged, and he muttered a curse so filthy it made you blush. He lowered himself over you, hands on either side as you continued to tease him lightly. You gripped his shaft and slid his cock up and down your slit, and moaned gently in his ear when it nudged your clit. Jungkook was evidently having trouble restraining himself, his breath fanning out on your face each time he tremored from the pleasure. Your slick coated him perfectly, his cock glazed over in his pre-cum and your juices.
He reached down, pressing his forehead to yours, sweat dampening his hairline. âS-stop fucking teasing me, pretty,â he said weakly, his hips bucking against your hand.
You reached a tender hand up and ran your fingers along the side of his face. âYou promise to cum in me?â
Jungkookâs eyes widened for a split second before darkening into something primal, his jaw flexing as if he was trying to hold himself back.
He hissed out as you let his tip rest against your fluttering hole. âFuck, I-Iâll fill you to the fucking brim.â
Satisfied, you pressed down on his tip. The fat crown popped inside with little resistance. You moaned at the light intrusion, the sting so good, so delicious, you needed more.
Jungkook finally had enough of your feather touches. Suddenly, he gripped the sides of your curved thighs. He lifted both your legs up and pressed down under the backs of your knees, letting your thighs press into your stomach. Your ankles were in the air, on either side of his ears. Jungkook slithered between your lifted legs, hands firm at the back of your thighs, and savored the sight of your thick pussy in his clear view, glistening with evidence of how heâd wolfed down on you just minutes ago. Your swollen pink clit peaked out, and your hole fluttered in anticipation.
âJungkookââ You didnât have to finish your sentence as Jungkook started pushing in, knocking the air out of your lungs. The noise that ripped out of your throat was something youâd never heard, an erotic cross between a whine and a moan. To say Jungkook was stretching you out was an understatement â he was ripping you open, tearing you apart to make a mold out of you. A place in your sopping core only meant for him. The sting was so good, so filthy, so deliciously painful all you could think of was him. Jungkook hissed as he met resistance and released one thigh for a quick second to pinch at your abused clit.
âOh my god!â you yelped, head shooting back into the rugged carpet.
âYour cuntâs choking me out,â he said through gritted teeth and pushed in more, shifting his hips side to side to make space. You were euphoric, enjoying every moment of being speared open by the handsome, inked deviant. Soon, your greedy hole started trying to suck him in, clenching and gripping around him with such intensity that Jungkookâs jaw dropped.
âF-feels so fucking good, pretty,â he groaned out, and bottomed out. His balls slapped against your ass, and he stilled, needing a second to ground himself.
âFuck, Jungkookâyouâre so fucking big,â you moaned loudly, eyes rolling back. You were so full that you thought you were going to burst. Your lower belly bulged with his cock, and Jungkook could see his own imprint perfectly. He couldnât take it anymore; he shifted his hand back to the back of your thigh and pulled out till his balls slapped your ass.
âSay it again,â he demanded, his voice ragged.
âYouâre so fucking big, my god, youâre splitting me open,â you sobbed, clenching tighter at the filthy confession.
Your hands flew to his shoulders, gripping tight, dragging your nails over his skin. He started pummeling into you with a force you had never felt before. Your body rocked underneath him, the burn of the carpet stinging your shoulder blades and spine, but you didnât care. Nothing mattered when Jungkook was burning his mark in you. Your tits bounced with each weighty thrust, and your tummy was taut in pleasure.
âLook at these,â he rasped, slapping one tender mound hard enough to make you squeak. The slap shot straight to your core. He palmed both breasts, squeezing, twisting your nipples between his calloused fingers. âObsessed. Iâm fucking obsessed. Gonna ruin them, mark them up till they ache.â
Your back arched into his greedy touch. You were for sure going to have marks tomorrow. He licked a stripe over one peak before sucking it harshly into his mouth, teeth grazing your pebbled nipple until you gasped out again. Your eyes squeezed shut so tight you could see geometric patterns, and your lips pouted out, savoring each filthy jolt of him fucking into you.
Jungkook let out a shaky breath, seeing your euphoric face. His pace turned relentless and punishing, pulling out with each stroke and shoving back in with full force. His mouth started pouring out filthy promises, causing a blush to rise off your neck.
âIâm gonna cum in you so deep, youâll feel me for days, baby,â he vowed.
Tears pricked your eyes, the sensation of being stretched and his filthy words too much for you to handle.
âJungkook,â you gasped, suddenly remembering. âJungkook, the gun.â
His hips stuttered to a pause, and he stayed buried in you, analyzing your face. He panted over you, quirking a raven brow.
You let your hands roam down his solid torso and stopped where you both joined, letting your fingers brush against him. âPlease, I wanna feel it again.â
The sentence and your gentle brush pulled a feral noise from his chest. He reached for it, understanding what you wanted instantly, and pressed the cold barrel against your throat. Your pulse jumped under the steel, heat and fear twisting into something intense. When he resumed his thrusts, your eyes rolled back, savoring the feeling of the dangerous object holding you down along with him.
You had to be crazy for letting a stranger point a gun at your throat, but your rational side had taken a backseat ages ago. Jungkookâs punishing strokes did the deed of pushing away any sanity, any reasoning, any thoughts you had.
Each time you leaked around him or let out a pleading gasp, Jungkook forced the gun harder against your tender throat and savored the way your head leaned against the carpet and your eyebrows knitted together in desperation. You were a mess, a shaking fragile version of yourself about to snap in half at any second. You had no doubts he could feel how close you were, and his plump cock head kissing at the spongy spot deep in you wasnât helping. You curled into him, running away from the raw scrapes of the carpet burn starting to form on your figure, and he accepted you gladly, burying his face into your neck.
âYouâre about to cum, arenât you, baby?â he breathed out, his veined length driving into you as if it was made for you.
You nodded vehemently, arms wrapping around him and scratching down his back. Jungkook hissed in delight. The ceiling swam above you, clouded by his broad shoulders hovering and blocking anything in your field of vision. The coil in your belly was getting tighter and tighter, and your toes curled out. Salty tears ran down your chin as you felt yourself snap, a wave of unbridled, pure pleasure coursing through your body. You grasped at anything and everything he gave you, your nails digging into his lower back, his shoulders, his biceps, his jaw. His jaw clenched and he closed his eyes, enjoying the piercing prick of your nails as they branded him like proof. If your vision wasnât darkened by your raging orgasm, you would have seen the red trails blooming on his olive skin.
âFuck, good girl, thatâs it, Iâve got you.â He eased, letting his gun run down the side of your face. His thrusts slowed but deepened, and his eyes trailed over your knitted face and then his own scratched arms.
âMarked me up real fucking good when you came, baby.â He said it with a low, half-broken laugh.
You couldnât even reply, so fucked out from your brutal peak. His powerful thrusts bounced you up and down on the carpet, and your face lulled to the side, lying flat with closed eyes. He dropped his gun by your head and grabbed your jaw with his hands, squeezing your cheeks together so your lips formed a swollen pucker.
He leaned down and kissed you, with an unexpected softness. You moaned softly and kissed back, returning from your haze. âJ-JungkookâŠâ You trailed off.
âTell me, baby.â
âI want you to cum.â You urged, your eyes glazed over and bearing into his.
Your shudders barely faded before he was chasing his own high. He drove forward into you, greedy, using your limp weight as his own little toy. You watched him through half-lidded eyes, his jaw locked tight, chasing a peak with the kind of hunger that looked like it might consume him.
He pumped into you rabidly, hands balled up by your head and teeth gritted like he was hanging on his last thread of control. He used one hand to hoist your leg on his hip like you were some sort of glorified doll and drilled into you. He groaned out loudly, sweat beading and collecting at his forehead as he bullied your tight heat.
âOh my god!â you squealed weakly as he angled into you. âCum in me, please, please, please.â You begged.
âIâm gonnaââ Jungkook couldnât finish his warning before hot ropes of his release shot inside you.
âHoly fuck.â You gasped out and lowered your eyes, watching your sopping heat get filled up. Jungkookâs mouth opened in a beautiful O-shape, and his hips shifted as he fucked out his orgasm.
âTake it all,â he rasped, voice ruined. âEvery drop.â
You were helplessly sensitive, feeling your sopping hole filled to the brim. His body rocked against yours lazily as he made sure every drop of him was squeezed out into you. He kept himself plugged in, making sure nothing went to waste. You could feel the thick veins of his length drag against you.
Finally, Jungkook stilled, resting his forehead against yours and panting, trying to catch the life that had escaped him from drilling into you at a manic pace. He slipped out, and you flinched at the sudden loss of fullness. You felt his lashes flutter against your eyelids, and he ran a large hand down your body and cupped your heat.
âFilled you all the way up like you wanted, pretty.â His voice was mesmerizing, dripping with honey, so contrary to his roughness that was on display just seconds ago.
You whimpered as his palm pressed against your swollen folds and clenched your thighs around his hand, keeping it trapped between your fleshy curves.
He chuckled at your silence. âNot gonna thank me?â
âThank you,â you panted, words tumbling out shamelessly. âThank you for filling me, f-fuck, thank you.â
He pressed his palm flatter against you. âYouâre so welcome, baby.â
You clenched tighter around his hand until the tremors dulled, until all you could do was collapse against the floor, boneless and wrecked. His laughter brushed over your skin, low and smug, before he finally pulled back, leaving the simmer of absence everywhere he touched.
The silence after was heavy but not awkward, only your panting filling it, and then his voice cut through smooth and unbothered, as if he hadnât just ruined you.
âSo,â he drawled, brushing his thumb over your hip like punctuation. âYou wanna smoke again?â
ex girlfriend!pieck finger shows up at your door after coming back from a mission â± mdni. toxic yuri you said? hate sex, degradation, they're crazy crazy. wc: 4.8k Ë.âŠ
You hear someone try to open your apartment door with a key and then knock three times, each one louder. You get up, tying your robe with a silk strand around your waist, yawning a little because it was getting late already.
You open the door easily, finding Pieck still in her uniform, hair full of frizz but tied in a ponytail. Some new scars around her hands and neck, just overall a tired look on her.
"Ugh, you survived?" You roll your eyes, hands on your waist.
"Why the fuck did you change the lock?" she asks, voice already loud. You still can't believe how after being in Titan form for so long she still has the strength to stand.
You and her go way back, more that you would like. That type of weird friendships where you kiss and eat each other out just for the laughs. It took you a few years to finally accept your feelings and start dating. Only to realize that your relationship might be doomed with breaking up and getting back together eternally.
Before the last break up (the 5th in your relationship), you were even living together in that exact apartment. The days were filled with work in the morning and sex in the evening with some talking between rounds. It was good, relaxed and definitely not codependent.
Of course anyone can pleasure you just like Pieck does. Of course anyone can understand you just like Pieck does.
But the moment she announced her departure, your heart sank. She didn't know when she would come back, or even if she'd survived.
The fight was hours long. It ended up with you throwing her pillow off the window and telling her to not bother to come back.
And there she was. Pieck fucking Finger in all her glory, already half angry.
"Because this isn't your apartment anymore!" you answered her, trying to close the door so she pushes it open, making her way to the living room.
âGet the fuck out,â you hiss.
Pieck doesnât even flinch. She turns, ponytail swinging like a whip. Her eyes rake over you: robe barely knotted, silk slipping off one shoulder, thighs still flushed from the shower you took an hour ago trying to wash her memory off your skin. She licks the corner of her mouth like she can already taste you.
âYou kept that ugly couch,â she says instead of leaving. Her gaze drops to the same gray thing you used to fuck on for hours. âSentimental bitch.â
âOr maybe I just didnât want to explain to the trash guys why thereâs a decade of your cum stains on it.â You step closer, deliberately letting the robe gap open another inch. âStill smells like you when Iâm drunk enough to care. It's fucking disgusting.â
Her laugh is short. âYouâre still touching yourself on it thinking about me. Donât lie.â
You close the last step until your chests almost brush. She smells like sweat and new blood under old scars. You hate how it makes your cunt clench.
âIâve fucked other people on it since you left,â you say, voice syrupy with cruelty. âThey came harder than you ever did. Didnât need to beg me to choke them first.â
Pieckâs hand snaps up, fingers curling around your throatânot hard enough to bruise (yet), just enough to remind you she still knows exactly where your pulse jumps. Her thumb strokes the front of your windpipe like sheâs deciding whether to crush it or pet it.
âLiar,â she whispers, breath hot against your lips. âI know you cried to sleep the first month I left.â
You slap her hand away, shove her chest until her back hits the wall with a dull thud. The framed photo of the two of you (the one you never took down) rattles beside her head.
âYou left,â you snarl, face inches from hers. âYou packed your shit, kissed me like it meant something, then disappeared for five fucking months. Donât act like you have any claim here anymore.â
Her eyes glitter, dark and glassy with something that looks dangerously close to tears and even more dangerously close to lust.
âI came back, didnât I?â she bites out. Her hands fist in the front of your robe, yanking you flush against her. âWalked through gunfire, shifted until my spine felt like it was splitting, just so I could stand here and watch you pretend you donât want to ride my face until you canât remember your own name.â
You grab her ponytail, twist hard enough that her head jerks back and she gasps a raw, needy sound that goes straight to your clit.
âYou think I waited?â you whisper against the bruised skin under her jaw. âYou think I didnât let someone else bite me here...â you drag your teeth over the exact spot she used to mark obsessively âwhile I pretended it was you?â
Pieckâs hips jerk forward involuntarily, grinding once against your thigh like she canât help it.
âYouâre such a fucking whore for me,â she pants, voice wrecked. âEven when you hate me.â
You shove your knee between her legs, press up until she moans through clenched teeth.
âAnd youâre still the only person I let mark me like property,â you spit back, hating how true it is. âSo congratulations, Pieck. You win. Youâre still the only one who gets to ruin me.â
She surges forward and kisses you like sheâs trying to climb inside your mouth and live there. Teeth clash, tongues fight for dominance, lips split almost immediately. Copper blooms between you and neither of you cares.
Her hands are everywhere, yanking the robe open completely, laughing against your mouth.
"You really waited naked for me, pretty thing." She licks your bottom lip after biting it. "What if the person at the other side of the door wasn't me? What if it was Zeke, you would've fucked him too?"
"Fuck off, Pieck." You grab her again to keep her mouth full with one of your breasts. "You know I don't fuck with dudes."
She laughs while lapping at your nipple, with her free hands kneading your ass. A soft whine escapes your lips, enough to pull her mouth out of your nipple.
Then you shove her toward the couch. She stumbles, catches herself on the armrest, turns and looks at you with eyes so black they look like voids.
You stay up and bare in front of her.
âStrip,â you order.
She doesnât argue. Jacket hits the floor. Shirt follows. The new scars on her ribs and collarbone make something ugly and possessive twist in your gut. You want to lick every single one until she screams.
When she's completely naked, you finally straddle her waist. She can feel the wetness of your pussy pressing against her thigh.
âI bet you only came back to fuck me,â you murmur before biting her neck
Pieck laughs, fucked-out already and you havenât even touched her properly yet.
Her hand lowers between your bodies, pressing her finger against your clit without making any pressure.
âYeah,â she rasps. âI did.â
You gasp at the touch, wanting to rock your hips but with Pieck's strong grip keeping you in place.
"Fucking asshole," you tell her. "Let me move."
She pulls her head back a little, giving you the more wicked smile on her, tilting her head a bit to the left before saying:
"Why don't you beg a little?"
You snarl, fingers digging into the meat of her shoulders hard enough to leave crescent moons. âBeg? For you?â
Pieckâs smile only sharpens, that lazy, cruel curve you used to trace with your tongue when she was half-asleep and still smelled like sex and coffee. Her thigh flexes under you, grinding the hard muscle right against your dripping slit without giving you the friction youâre already shaking for.
âYou used to do it so prettily,â she murmurs. âWith tears in your eyes because I wouldnât let you come until you said my name like a prayer. Remember?â
You hate how your cunt clenches at the memory. Hate more how she feels it, how her pupils flare like sheâs scenting blood.
âI remember you crying when I finally let someone else touch what you thought was yours,â you spit back, rocking forward anyway, chasing that maddening pressure even though her hands are iron manacles on your hips. âRemember how you fucked me against the kitchen counter the next night like you were trying to erase her? Left bruises I couldnât sit on for a week. Marked territory like a fucking animal.â
Pieckâs laugh is dark. One hand slides up your spine, tangles in your hair, yanks your head back until your throat is bared. She leans in, lips brushing the frantic pulse there.
âStill got the scar from my teeth right hereâ she drags the flat of her tongue over the exact spot. âYou never healed it right. You kept it like a brand.â
You buck against her thigh, slick sliding obscenely down her skin. âBecause youâre a possessive psycho who gets off on owning me even when youâre the one who runs.â
Her free hand clamps harder on your ass, spreading you open a fraction, forcing your clit to drag along the ridge of her muscle with every tiny roll of your hips.
âOh, but you love it,â she hisses. âYou love that Iâd kill anyone who tried to take this cunt from me. You love that I came back bleeding and half-dead just to bury my face in it again.â
You grab her jaw, force her to look at you. Your nails bite into her cheeks. âThen stop fucking playing and give it to me.â
Pieckâs eyes are fever-bright. She tilts her head into your grip like a cat begging to be scratched harder.
âSay it first.â
âFuck you.â
âSay. It.â
You lean in until your mouths are barely touching, breath mingling, teeth grazing.
âI hate you,â you whisper, voice cracking with how badly you need her. âI hate you so much I let you back in every time. I hate you so much my pussy still gets wet the second I smell gun oil and your stupid shampoo. I hate you so much Iâd rather die than let anyone else make me come the way you do.â
Her grip on your hips finally loosens just enough.
You slam down hard, grinding your soaked folds along her thigh in one long drag. The friction is brutal, perfect, too much and not enough all at once. You moan brokenly into her mouth.
Pieck groans like sheâs been gut-punched. Her head falls back against the couch, exposing the long column of her throat, the fresh bruises already blooming under your earlier bite.
âThen ride me like you hate me,â she pants.
You do.
You roll your hips in tight, punishing circles, clit throbbing against her skin with every pass. Your nails rake down her chest, catching on the raised edges of new scarsâshe hisses, arches, thighs tensing to give you more pressure. One of her hands fists in your hair again, the other slides between you to pinch your nipple viciously, twisting until you cry out.
âHarder,â you demand, voice wrecked. âI want to feel you for weeks.â
She bucks under you, thigh jerking up to meet your next grind, and the sudden pressure sends sparks behind your eyes.
âPieckââ It slips out.
She laughs again, triumphant and ruined. âThere it is. My good little slut finally saying my name.â
You slap a hand over her mouth to shut her up. She bites your palm then licks the sting away while her eyes stay locked on yours, daring you to stop.
You donât.
You ride her faster, messier, until the wet sounds are obscene, until your thighs burn and your clit is so swollen every drag feels like a direct hit to your nerves. Sheâs trembling beneath you, hips twitching like sheâs close just from watching you fall apart on her.
âGonna come?â she mumbles against your palm, words muffled and smug. âGonna soak me like the desperate bitch you are?â
You yank your hand away, replace it with your mouth. The kiss is all teeth and desperation.
âYes,â you gasp into her lips. âAhh fuck yes, Pieck.â
She grabs your ass with both hands, hauls you down harder, forces you to grind in short jerks right where you need it.
âCome on my thigh,â she growls. âCome like youâre punishing me for ever leaving. Come so hard you ruin the fucking couch again.â
You shatter with a choked scream, hips stuttering, cunt pulsing against her slick skin as wave after wave rips through you. She holds you through it, fingers digging bruises into your hips, whispering filthy praise against your ear the whole time.
âGood girl. Still all fucking mine.â
When the aftershocks finally ebb, youâre both panting, sticky, shaking.
You donât move.
Neither does she.
You stay straddled on her thigh, forehead pressed to hers, hearts hammering in vicious tandem.
âYouâre still not leaving,â you mutter.
Pieckâs arms snake around your waist, possessive, unyielding.
âTry to throw me out again,â she whispers back, lips brushing your temple. âSee what happens.â
You breath out, falling boneless in her chest. She wraps her arms around your waist, letting you feel her heat.
"Carry me to bed," you tell her. "I really wanna taste you."
Pieckâs hands slide under your thighs, strong despite the exhaustion etched into every new line of her body, and she lifts you like you weigh nothing. Your legs wrap around her waist on instinct, arms looping loose around her neck, face buried in the crook of her shoulder so you can smell the salt and smoke still clinging to her skin.
She walks you both to the bedroom without a word.
She drops you onto the mattress. You bounce once, still trembling from the aftershocks. Pieck stands at the foot of the bed for a second, chest rising and falling too fast, cocky little smirk already curling despite the way her hands shake when she braces them on either side of your hips.
You sit up on your elbows, legs spread shamelessly.
âGet on the bed,â you say. âI wanna see how fucking pathetic you got just from me humping your thigh like a bitch in heat.â
Her breath hitches. She obeysâcrawls onto the mattress, lies back, thighs parting wide. The sheets are already cool against her overheated skin. You can see the shine between her legs from here, slick smeared down her inner thighs, clit swollen and dark. Sheâs even dripping onto the bed.
You crawl over her, straddling her stomach first so she can feel how wet you still are, how youâre leaving a glossy trail across her abs.
She looks up at you like youâre the only thing thatâs ever mattered and the only thing sheâs ever wanted to destroy.
You lean down, grab her jaw hard, force her mouth open.
âOpen wider,â you murmur.
She does.
You gather spit on your tongue then let it drip straight into her waiting mouth. It lands on her tongue with a wet sound. Her eyes flutter, pupils blown to black.
You donât let her swallow.
Instead you push two fingers past her lips, deep enough that her throat clicks around them. She gags once then sucks hard, tongue curling, cheeks hollowing like sheâs starving for it.
âLook at you,â you sneer, pumping your fingers slowly in and out of her mouth. âSo fucking eager. Came back half-dead just to choke on my fingers and drool like a desperate slut.â
Tears prick at the corners of her eyes immediately from how badly she needs this. From how much she loves when you talk to her like sheâs nothing.
You pull your fingers free with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting them to her swollen lips. She whines and tries to chase them.
You slap her cheek lightly, just enough to make her gasp.
âStay still.â
You slide down her body, dragging your nails over her ribs, catching on every raised scar until she arches and hisses. When you settle between her thighs, you shove them wider with your shoulders, hook her legs over your arms so sheâs folded open, completely exposed.
Her cunt is a mess. Glistening, puffy, clit throbbing visibly. You can see her pulsing around nothing, desperate little flutters.
âJesus, Pieck. Youâre fucking soaked. Look at this.â You drag one finger through her folds, collecting her slick until it webs between your digits. You hold it up so she can see. âThis much just from me grinding on you and spitting in your mouth? Youâre literally crying already and I havenât even touched your clit yet.â
She whimpers, hips jerking up toward your hand.
âPleaseââ
You spit directly onto her clit, watch it drip down her slit.
âDonât beg yet. You donât deserve it.â
Then you dive in.
You lick a long, flat stripe from her entrance to her clit, tasting salt and musk and how fucking turned on she is. She cries out, hands flying to your hair, trying to pull you closer.
You pin her wrists to the mattress with one hand, use the other to spread her open wider.
âKeep your fucking hands to yourself or I stop.â
She sobs once, nodding frantically.
You eat her like youâre punishing her.
Suck her clit hard, flick your tongue against it in tight, mean circles, then pull back just when her thighs start to shake. Shove two fingers inside her without warning, pumping fast while you lap at her entrance, tasting every gush of fresh slick.
âSo wet itâs obscene,â you mutter against her. âYouâre making a puddle on my sheets. Canât even pretend you donât need this, can you? Came back just to get your cunt ruined again. Just to cry for me.â
Sheâs shaking now, whole body trembling, tears streaming down her temples into her hair. Every time you curl your fingers against that spot inside her she keens, high and broken.
âSay it,â you growl, sucking her clit again. âSay why you came back.â
âIâI came back to mmph to fuck yaâ she chokes out, voice cracking. âT'let you u-use me.â
You add a third finger, stretch her open, fuck her fast and deep while your tongue lashes her clit without mercy.
âOnce more.â
âI came back becauseâbecause Iâm yours, okay? All yours, please let me come please!â
You bite the inside of her thigh, then soothe it with your tongue.
âCome then,â you snarl against her skin. âCome all over my fingers like a desperate slut who canât stay away.â
She breaks.
Her back bows off the bed, thighs clamping around your head, cunt spasming so hard it forces your fingers deeper. She sobs your name over and over, tears soaking the pillow, body jerking with every brutal wave.
You finally pull back, crawl up her body and kiss her deep, messy, letting her taste herself on your tongue.
Sheâs still crying, clinging to you like you might disappear.
You pull back just enough to look at her flushed, tear-streaked face.
âStill all fucking mine?â you whisper, mocking her earlier words.
Pieck nods, frantic, eyes glassy.
âAlways,â she rasps. âEven when you hate me.â
You smirk, wipe a tear from her cheek with your thumb, then push it between her lips so she can suck it clean. She roll her eyes back, your cunt is already clenching again at the sight. You lick your lips, letting her roam her hands in your body, playing with your nipples as she takes one on her mouth. You throw your head back for the stimulation, feeling her lap at your nipple while her other hand pinched the other. You're dripping down her abs, again.
"Pieck," you call her between gasps. She just lifts here eyes, not letting your nipple go. "I need more."
"More?" She laughs against your breasts. "Greedy girl, I'm here, just do whatever you want with me."
You take that literally, pushing her back again and moving until you're straddling her face.
"Oh, we're doing that," she swallows at the sight of your puffy lips and red clit, waiting for you to lower yourself in her face.
You hover just above her mouth, knees digging into the mattress on either side of her head, thighs trembling from how badly you want this.
Pieckâs hands come up immediately, gripping the backs of your thighs like sheâs afraid youâll change your mind and climb off. Her eyes are locked on your cunt.
âSit on my fucking face already. Donât tease.â she rasps, voice muffled against your skin.
âOf course, sweetheart,â you say.
You sink down slowly, until your folds spread over her mouth, clit brushing the bridge of her nose. The first contact makes you hiss. Her tongue is already there, flat and eager, lapping up every drop like sheâs dying of thirst.
You grind once,then settle your full weight, not caring if you suffocate her. Her moan vibrates straight through your core, deep and desperate.
âGood girl,â you purr, rolling your hips in a circle. âHaah, you haven't lost practice, sugar plum.â
She laughs at the petname, the sound pairing perfectly with her licks. Her tongue dives deep while her nose nudges your clit with every breath she manages to steal. Her hands knead your ass, spreading you wider, pulling you down harder until she can barely breathe.
You reach back with one hand, find her dripping cunt again and drag two fingers through the slick before circling her clit with cruel precision. Light, teasing pressure at first, just enough to make her hips jerk up off the bed.
She whines into your pussy, the sound muffled and frantic.
You laugh again, low and vicious.
âAw, already twitching? Iâve barely touched you.â You pinch her clit lightly between thumb and forefinger, rolling it. âLook how fucking sensitive you are. One orgasm and youâre already crying for the next one.â
Pieckâs response is incoherent, vibrating against your entrance as she sucks harder on your clit like sheâs trying to pull the orgasm out of you by force. Her hips buck uselessly, chasing your fingers.
You speed up on her clit while you rock harder against her face, using her nose, her tongue, her whole face like a toy made just for you.
âFuck, babyy,â you gasp, grinding down until her nose is buried against your clit and her tongue is as deep as it can go. âYou love being my personal fucktoy after you ran away like a coward, mmhm?â
Sheâs shaking, hips jerking every time you flick her clit just right. Her moans are constant now, broken and so fucking needy.
You lean forward slightly, changing the angle so her tongue hits deeper while your fingers work her faster, curling hard against that spot that makes her sob into you. The room fills with slick noises, muffled whines and your own moans.
âAre you gonna cum or what?â you taunt, voice shaking with your own building pleasure.
She breaks almost instantly.
Her back arches off the mattress, thighs clamping around your hand, cunt spasming violently around your fingers as she comes with a muffled scream that sends vibrations ripping through you. Fresh slick gushes over your knuckles, her whole body convulses, hips grinding up into your palm like she canât stop.
The feeling (her crying out against you, tongue still working frantically even as she falls apart) tips you over.
You grind down hard one last time, clit mashed against her nose, and come with a sharp, bitten-off curse. Your thighs lock around her head, hips stuttering as you ride out the waves, soaking her face, her mouth, her chin until sheâs drenched in you.
When it finally ebbs, you donât lift off right away.
You stay seated while you catch your breath, lazily circling her oversensitive clit with one fingertip just to feel her twitch and whimper beneath you.
Eventually you rise, just enough for her to gasp in a ragged breath.
Her face is a wreck: flushed, tear-streaked, shiny with your release, lips swollen and trembling. She looks up at you like youâre god and devil in the same skin.
You lean down, kiss her slow and filthyâtasting yourself on her tongue, tasting her tears, tasting how completely ruined she is for anyone else.
âDon't ever leave me again, you hear me?â you murmur against her mouth.
Pieck shakes her head weakly, arms wrapping around your waist like chains.
âNever,â she croaks, voice hoarse from crying and screaming. âIâm yours. Fucking keep me.â
You collapse beside her, both of you sprawled across the wrecked sheets. The room smells terrible after all of it. Moonlight slices through the half-open blinds, painting pale stripes across her tear-streaked face and the fresh bite marks blooming on her throat.
For a long minute, thereâs only the sound of your breathing syncing up, like your bodies are remembering how to exist in the same space again without tearing each other apart.
Pieck turns her head toward you. Her ponytailâs long gone. She reaches out, slow, and traces the edge of your jaw with knuckles still trembling from aftershocks.
âYou didnât throw my shit out the window this time,â she murmurs. Almost soft. âProgress.â
You snort, catch her wrist before she can pull away, and press your lips to the pulse point there.
âDonât get cocky. I still have your favorite jacket in a box under the bed. I sleep with it sometimes when Iâm too drunk to pretend I donât miss you.â
Her eyes darken at that. She rolls onto her side, props herself on one elbow so sheâs looking down at you. The new scar on her collarbone catches the light; you want to drag your tongue over it again, claim it, remind it who it belongs to.
âYou kept it,â she says quietly.
âOf course I fucking kept it.â You slide your hand up her ribs, fingers splaying possessive over the worst of the fresh marks. âEverything you leave behind ends up mine anyway. Clothes, scars, pieces of your stupid stubborn heart. You donât get to walk away clean.â
Pieck leans down, brushes her lips over yours, just a ghost of contact. Her breath smells like you.
You cup the back of her neck, pull her the rest of the way down until your foreheads touch. Your free hand finds hers, lacing fingers tight enough.
âStop leaving me,â you say, and it comes out quieter than you mean it to, almost pleading, which pisses you off. âStop acting like you can survive out there without me. We both know you come crawling back every time because nothing else feels like home.â
She closes her eyes for a second.
âI tried,â she admits. Voice cracks on the words. âI really fucking tried to stay gone. Told myself I was protecting you. That if I died out there you wouldnât have to watch it happen. But every night,â She swallows hard. âEvery night I closed my eyes and all I saw was this bed. Your mouth. Your hands. The way you look at me like Iâm the only thing thatâs ever mattered and the only thing you want to destroy.â
You tighten your grip on her hand until her knuckles blanch.
âGood,â you breathe. âBecause if you disappear one more time without telling me first, Iâll hunt you down myself. Iâll drag you back by your fucking ponytail and chain you to this bed until you forget what the outside world even looks like.â
Pieck laughs, the sound vibrating against your chest when she finally presses her body fully along yours. Skin to skin. Heartbeat to heartbeat.
âPromise?â she murmurs, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. Her lips brush the old scar she left there years ago.
You turn your head, catch her mouth in a slow, deep kiss. No teeth this time. Just tongues sliding lazy and possessive, tasting the remnants of everything youâve already done to each other.
When you pull back, you rest your forehead against hers again.
âEvery single day youâre here,â you say, âIâm going to remind you why you canât leave. Iâll fuck you until youâre crying my name. Iâll kiss every scar you come back with until you forget how you got them. And if you ever try to run again?â You slide your hand down to rest over her heart, pressing hard. âIâll rip mine out and hand it to you so you have to carry it. So you canât ever pretend youâre whole without me.â
Pieckâs breath hitches. She curls tighter against you, leg hooking over your hip, arm wrapping around your waist like sheâs trying to fuse your bodies together.
âIâm not running,â she whispers. âYouâve got me. The broken parts, the bloody parts, the parts that still want to bite you back. Keep them. Theyâre yours.â
You kiss her temple.
âI missed you so fucking much, Pieck,â you say against her skin. She hums in agreement.
the way benedict was willing to throw everyone's extramarital affairs in their faces this season was really funny, as if that man hasn't hooked up with half the population of london over the first three seasons. but as soon as he's kept from being with sophie he's like well mom you're fucking some guy you're not married to and anthony you had a mistress so y'all shut up
POSSESSIVE EREN if he thought y/n was trying to break up with him but really she just needed some space for a little?
TELLING POSSESSIVE! EREN YOU NEED A BREAK
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âren .. can i talk to you?â your questions hangs in the air as your boyfriend ignore the words, opting to play on the video game on the television screen in front of him.
âgimme a minute babe.â he says, glancing over to you once before going back to the game. he curses at connie over the mic before smashing the buttons on his controller rapidly.
ârenââ you try again, voice weary as you interrupt his stupid game. he yells at connie some more before as you stand there, looking stupid.
âeren i think we need a break.â your words combined with the use of his full name has your boyfriend pulling off his headphone. ayou watch them fall to the floor as he rises up out of his chair. erenâs pretty lips pull into a pout, combined with the confused look on his face you can he tell he doesnât know what to think.
âwhat?â
âwe need a break ren .. i justâi need a break.â you say weakly, eyes fighting to stay trained on your boyfriend. you know much he value eye contact while conversations, and despite wanting a little break from him .. you still want to make him happy by doing it.
âso .. whatâwhere is this coming from y/n?â he says, voice rising slightly. you shake your head, slightly backing away from your boyfriend as you inhale a shaky breath.
âi already packed a bag, and iâm gonna stay at annieâs for a couple days. iââ
âno youâre not. youâre not going anywhere.â eren speaks, his tone is dark and menacing as his green eyes darken when they zero in on you. itâs as if his eyes look through you, this is why you hate looking at eren .. he makes it so hard. you feel like heâs staring on purpose to make you look away.
and it works, after a beat of silence replaces your words you look away from your boyfriend. immediately you hear him scoff loudly.
âwhat, you can break up with me .. but you canât even fuckinâ look at me?â your boyfriendâs harsh words have you looking up quickly as you shake your head.
âbaby, mâ not breaking up with you. i just need a break. i still love you. i always doââ you try to say, but your boyfriendâs hands dart out and grip your wrists roughly.
âwho is it, huh?â he asks, backing you into the wall behind you. you shake your head in confusion, lips pulling into a frown at the question.
âwhoâs been fuckinâ you behind my back so much that you need a goddamn break?â he asks, and the bizarre question has your eyes widening.
this is exactly why you wanted a break. eren is in short terms .. crazy. he jumps to conclusions, he extremely obsessive and possessive over you and sometimes itâs just too much for you to take.
âmâ not fucking anyone eren, i swear .. i love you.â you words fall on deaf ears as your boyfriend shakes his head as you speak, not even listening to what youâre saying.
âwhy are you tryin to fucking leave me then?â he questions, letting go of your wrists. after you donât answer your boyfriendâs question he places his hands at your waist, gently rubbing the skin of your hips peeking through erenâs blue pajama shorts you had on.
your brain is starts to grow fuzzy as your heart pounds when eren gentle fingers pulls the pajama shorts down. he exposes your bare cunt to the cold air .. even letting out a whistle when he realizes you hadnât been wearing any panties.
âbreakâ his assâŠ
âeren .. d-donât ..â you whimper, trying to push him away. your grip is weak, and all it takes are a couple touches from erenâs greedy fingers to have you whimpering needily.
âdonât what? sâ not my pussy anymore, huh? sâ that what youâre saying?â he asks, and your eyes widen as eren puts words into your mouth .. a tactic he had done all the time during your relationship.
âi didnât say that. ren please.â you try to say, but erenâs fingers grip your thighs, parting them for his greedy eyes despite your weak protests to see the beads of slick dribbling out of your cunt.
âyou, nâ my pussy arenât goinâ anywhere.â he speaks before flattening his tongue, licking up a stripe against your clit. on instinct, your fingers fly into erenâs dark hair as your mouth falls open.
his tongue curls, flattens and fucks itâs way through your pussy, and he adds a finger before his plump lips latch onto your clit, beginning to suck the sensitive bud harshly as you begin to whimper out from the stimulation.
âoh, fuckkk.â a soft moan slips from your lips as he adds another finger into the mix, pushing the digit through your slick walls to accompany the first one and curling it against the soft pad of your g spot.
âyeah? thatâs nice hm?â eren teases, watching your eyes almost go crossed as he pushes his fingers down onto the soft spot that has your brain turning into straight mush.
âmâ gonna cum, ren ..â you whimper, eyes almost closing as your orgasm hit you like a truck. in response, eren speeds up his ministrations .. tongue greedily lapping all the slick he gets from that pretty pussy gushing cum on him.
âi c-canât ..â your words come out broken as your legs finally give out. eren stops just in time to catch you and gently place you onto the soft carpet beneath you.
âshit..â you sigh out, trying to breathe through the hard orgasm youâd just had. eren watches you with an unreadable expression, lips glistening from your cum and his eyes dark. he looks so fucking hot right now.
âget on your hands and knees fâ me pretty.â he tells you, and your eyes widen at his tone. itâs endearing but hard, which isnât rare for your angry and possessive boyfriend .. but it was something about tonight, tonight felt so different.
âren i canât .. iââ you shake your head, still trying to catch your breath from your orgasm from earlier. you donât know if you could even go another round, you literally had no energy in your body.
âget on your hands and knees before i make you, y/n.â he says, his words leaving no room for any argument whatsoever. but you of course, seriously donât have any energy in your legs. they feel fucking numb, burning slightly from standing so long.
âi canât,â you whimper stupidly, and immediately your boyfriend kneels onto the floor. he roughly grabs your waist, pushing your back down into an arching position swiftly, he had absolutely no problem maneuvering you like you weighed nothing.
âthought i trained you better than this, y/n.â he speaks angrily, and you hear the sound of him shuffling around. his hands move from your waist and you stupidly try to look back at him, earning a hard slap on your ass in response.
âeyes ahead.â he harshly snaps, hard palm coming down on your ass again. your head snaps forward and you close your eyes when eren presses the tip of thick cock against your entrance, sliding it up and down to collect all that sweet pussy juice gushing from your slutty cunt.
he rubs it against your slick walls, letting out a sigh when he gently pushes the tip in through the tight ring of muscles greeting him. his cock slides in slowly, so agonizingly slowly it has your brain going dumb. eren lets out a low groan from above you as he pushes his hips forward, driving his cock deeper, and deeper into your wet walls to bottom out.
âyou let someone else fuck this pussy? sâ that why youâre so loose?â his voice is slightly angry and his mean words are laced with venom to match. you shake your head, eyes watering at his degrading words as erenâs hand presses onto your back again, arching your back.
âi didnât! ren i swear!â you cry out, when he grabs the back of your neck with his other hand. eren fingers dig into your throat as he snaps his hips up, and they meet yours with a loud slap! sound.
âwhy are you tryin to fuckinâ leave me then y/n? why are you tryin to take my pussy away from me?â his tone is raspy and needy as he asks the question, itâs laced with possessiveness and manipulation and of course ⊠you fall for it
âmâ not, baby i swear!â you whine, and you feel erenâs hand apply pressure to your back in response, pushing you farther and farther down into an arching position as he drives his cock in and out of your slick pussy walls. each time he pushes down on your back, you take his dick a just little bit deeper in that slutty cunt.
SHLOP!SHLOP! SHLOP! the sound of erenâs balls slapping up against your slicked up cunt have you going dumb, your painted toes beginning to curl as you feel your abdomen clench so hard it begins to hurt.
âyâ gonna give it to jean?â he asks, a teasing tone to his voice. to par with his words, his dick drives deep into your cunt, creating a loud slick sound.
âgonna give it to armin?â a hard snap of his hips have your eyes rolling to the back of your head as his cock head begins to hit your cervix now. after the other harsh orgasms youâd had, it was so much .. so much at once.
âgonna fuckinâ give my pussy to reiner? huh? who are you gonna give my pussy to y/n?â another harsh slap from his hips have your fingers curling up into fists as your boyfriend fucks you mercilessly.
any words you want to say instantly die on your on tongue when erenâs hand comes down on your ass with a loud slap! and the impact stings before he delivers another, then another, then another until your ass is practically red and swole.
âanswer me, you fuckinâ bitch.â his hand comes down the hardest it ever has in a loud SLAP! eliciting a loud shriek from your raw bitten lips. the dirty words echo in your head as your pussy tingles, abdomen clenching softly.
the brunette canât help the smirk that pulls at his lips when he sees your eyes roll back, every snap of his hips eliciting beautifully slutty reactions from you and god .. you were fucking tightening around him again.. are you about to cum again?
âanswer me,â eren speaks, practically fucking you into the floor when you donât give him an immediate response to his question. his hips donât cease their movements, instead increasing 2x in their speed and force. his balls slap up against your ass from each thrust, hips knocking against yours in loud slaps as your face practically is pushed into the soft carpet, your brown eyes now watering with tears of pleasure.
ânobody r-ren! sâ yours!â you scream before your cunt flexes. your body goes rigid as a small spurt of cum wets erenâs dick. he lets out a gruff moan, eyes threatening to close when your cunt deliciously clenches tightly around the girth of his cock. it has his hips stuttering slightly, but heâs not fucking done with you yet.
eren pulls his cock out of your sloppy pussy, taking notice of the string of slick connecting his cock head to your cunt. he watches as your slutty pussy clenches around nothing, and you let out a quiet breath of air as your body slightly trembles from the second powerful orgasm youâd just had today.
âcome here,â eren speaks, and you look behind you. you see his arms are outstretched, and he beckons you to him with a stoic expression. your legs tremble as your stand up, eyeing the still-hard cock in front of you.
âcome sit pretty,â his tone changes to that of a sweetly endearing one, beckoning you over to sit on his cock. your hands find a place at his shoulders, and you keep your eyes on your boyfriendâs as he helps line you up with the head of his dick.
it gently stretches your tiny cunt out as you sit down, down until his balls press against the rim of your ass. your eyes flutter closed as you accommodate to the fullness that you feel, itâs so delicious. your fingers curl up erenâs shirt in your tiny hands and his hand gently rub over your the burning skin on your ass, paired with gentle kisses placed on your neck your heart begins to flutter softly.
âtalk to me pretty, tell me why you wanna leave me.â his words are gentle as he speaks them out, and his hands gently bring your hips up and down onto his slicked up cock, still hard and swollen.
âjust needed a break. sâall.â you say softly, eyes opening when eren presses another soft kiss to your collarbone. the gentleness of his touches and kisses have your brain going crazy, youâre turning into putty in his hands after every orgasm. and right now, youâre just how he wants you ⊠pretty and fucked out for him to have.
âstay baby. we can talk it out yeah? you donât need to go anywhere.â your brain turns into mush at his sappy words, paired with the way heâs fucking his cock up into your overstimulated cunt it has your moral compass teetering right over the edge.
âi .. ren, i donâtââ youâre cut off with a soft kiss from your boyfriend, and his hand gently caresses your sore ass as he fucks his swollen cock up into your wet walls, eyes closing when he tastes those pretty lips against his.
âdonât leave.â he speaks onto your lips, pulling away with a soft look on his face. your body feels warm, head spinning and skin tingling as eren brings your hips down, dragging his cock up your pussy walls. each gentle thrust has your brain growing foggier and foggier, long dark lashes fluttering as your eyes threaten to close from the stimulation.
you fight to keep your eyes open, looking at your boyfriend whoâs green eyes are glazed over in lust. he lays another kiss onto your lips, moaning when you kiss him back a little more passionately.
âyou know i need you here pretty, âdonât know what i would do if you left.â he speaks against your lips, eyebrows furrowing as his abdomen flexes when your cunt tightens around him from his soft spoken words. your arms wrap around erenâs neck as he brings you up and down, up and down on his cock, fucking you slowly and gently as he coos pretty praises into your ear.
âtell me youâre staying pretty girl. i need to fuckinâ hear it.â erenâs voice is so soft and tantalizing as he speaks into your ear. your entire body trembles as your abdomen clenches from the third orgasm that night.
âmâ stayin renâfuck.â your eyes flutter closed as you cum, cunt flexing around the girth of your boyfriendâs cock gently and slowly driving in and out your sopping walls. this orgasm has your body trembling, eyes clenching closed hard as eren rock your hips, fucking you through the powerful aftershocks of your orgasm.
fucking your precious boyfriend on a scouting mission because he canât keep his hands off of you
request summary. I would like to request a reiner Ă reader smut fic where theyâre already in a relationship. Iâm thinking something along the lines of him fully dressed, grinding against her and begging her, but she ignores him until she breaks too and rides him. but heâs so much closer than her, so he keeps telling her to slow down cuz heâll cum so soon. the rest is up to your interpretation. does he cum first? is he forced to cum twice? does he cum at all?
content. afab!reader, established relationship, dry humping, pathetic reiner, soft sex
oh, reiner ⊠your gorgeous, big, needy boyfriend. youâre at an encampment somewhere in the middle of the forest with the scout regiment, and it has to be past midnight at this point.
but heâs there, whining and whimpering, holding you close with his handsome face buried in your neck and his big hands all over you. heâs always so needy, but only if youâre okay with it. he immediately backs off if you show any sort of hesitation, but itâs not often that you do â youâre both desperate for comfort.
âreiner, baby, you okay?â
he shakes his head, pulling you closer into his strong chest. heâs behind you, cuddled up in the blankets with you on the cold ground, trying to make the best of the sleeping situation. you were lucky enough to snag a tent with him and heâs been glued to you the entire night.
âI donât need much, baby, just look at me, please,â he begs, so softly, and you turn your face to look at him. your noses gently brush against each other while your long lashes flit up to meet his gaze.
âhm?â
he exhales a sweet little moan once your eyes meet, his pretty golden irises shimmering with love and affection. he grips you even tighter.
he is so pathetically in love with you that this is really all it that takes for him sometimes. your intoxicating scent, sweet voice, the soft eye contact, any sort of acknowledgement and validation. you donât even have to touch him, just being there is enough.
heâs fully hard now, grinding against you. âis this okay?â
âyeah, baby, mâjust too sleepy ⊠we have to be up at sunrise again tomorrow, but do whatever you want.â
he groans against your neck. âI love you so much, angel, it makes my heart fucking hurt. so perfect for me.â
âyeah? youâre such a good boy, reiner.â
he chokes out a soft cry, and youâd be lying if you tried to say that you werenât getting a bit worked up, but youâre exhausted. heâs softly pawing at your stomach and hips, crying and sniffling. heâs just so fucking big, his warm hands traveling along your pretty body, and his big, heavy length slotted against you.
âyou love me, donât you? please tell me that you love me, baby.â
âI love you, reiner.â
he sighs, his heart pounding in his chest. you kiss him softly, one of his hands gently wrapping around your throat, the other pushing your hips back into his and holding you there. heâs rubbing against you in long strokes, humping against your thighs and ass. the friction from the clothes does feel good, but he desperately wants to touch your skin.
while youâre distracted by his mouth, his fingers pull at your pajamas and slip into your panties. you moan against his lips, so close that youâre stealing each otherâs breaths. he rubs your clit so softly, in gentle circles, just enough for your cunt to start dripping around his fingertips. after a moment, you push his hand away and he whines.
âshhhh, just focus on yourself.â you reassure him as you turn away, still mostly preoccupied with sleep. ân-need, please.â he whispers, on the verge of tears. âyeah? you need my pussy, baby?â you take his hand in yours again, and youâre so much smaller than him. you guide his hand back into your panties, gently placing your fingers over top of his while he whimpers and humps you harder.
heâs close, but heâs having second thoughts about cumming in his pants and making such a mess this fucking late. he slips his pajamas off, turning you onto your stomach and fucking your perfect thighs while rubbing your clit. heâs practically laying on top of you, his face still in your neck and youâre both panting and moaning into the pillows â itâs desperate, messy, and rushed, but it feels so fucking good.
âreiner, justââ you breathe, hardly able to think. at first, you didnât care about finishing, but now itâs all you can think about. âjust let me fuck you, baby, please, just lay down.â
ânnnn,â he whines, âIâm gonna cum, angel, please, I canâtââ
ârei, baby, be good, just listen to me.â
he swallows hard, pouting, but of course heâs going to listen to you. heâs your good boy.
he lets you settle on top of him, his toes curling and his eyes nearly crossing as soon as you sink down onto his thick cock. your warm, tight pussy gets caught on his rosy head due to the lack of prep, and you softly fuck yourself on it until you can slip further down his length. he lets out a cry, covering his mouth, biting his hand to keep quiet.
you normally need to be prepped much more because heâs so big, but you need him fast and you need him now. itâll always be a struggle to fit him, and his gentle fingering didnât really open you up much. your brows knit together as you bite your lip in concentration, planting your dainty hands onto his chest, your little pussy fluttering as she swallows him down inch by inch.
âreiner .. itâs too fucking big,â you pout, riding him as best as you can in deep, languid strokes that you can feel in your tummy.
âI know, mâso sorry, baby. Iâll eat your pussy for hours next time, Iâm sorry, I just needed you so fucking bad tonight.â he sighs, breathless.
he lets you fuck him like this, one hand resting behind his head and the other on your waist, his muscles clenching and shimmering in the soft candlelight. he thinks that youâre the most gorgeous thing in the world, and he canât believe how lucky he is to let you use him like this, to be allowed the privilege of pleasing you .. which makes him realize that he should be the one doing the work.
âdoinâ so good for me, câmere, pretty girl.â he whispers, softly laying you onto his chest, his hands guiding your hips to ride him. he knows how sleepy you are, and he just wants you to sit there and take it like his perfect little cocksleeve. and god, are you good at it; just whining and crying and praising him, softly digging your nails into his muscular chest while you lick and suck at his neck, brushing against his sensitive nipples every so often, making him whimper and lose control.
youâre absolutely soaked now, which lets him pound you hard as he easily slips in and out of your pretty hole. heâs so gentle and sweet in the way he touches you, but not in the way that heâs fucking you right now. he can tell that youâre close, and heâs surprised that heâs held out this long. your pussy is squeezing around him like your life depends on it, and youâre fucked out, mewling about how deep he is and how fucking good he feels.
âshhhh, baby, just cum for me, please.â he pleads so softly, taking his thumb to rub your little sweet spot to help you out. âgood fucking girl, thatâs it.â he feels you clench down hard as you cum on his big cock, and he has to pull out right that second or heâs going to fill you up. the pit of your stomach is hot, all molten lust that pours out of you while you shiver and clench around nothing, and he replaces two of his thick fingers right where he was inside of you so that he can help fuck you through it.
youâre sobbing, wetting his chest with warm tears, grasping at him and you feel ropes of hot, thick cum coat his abs where youâre on top of him. reiner groans and cries your name, holding you close as he quietly shushes you, still rubbing his gorgeous, massive, needy cock against your stomach just to overstim himself against your soft skin.
he kisses your pretty face all over, and youâre already falling asleep again because youâre so comfy and content. he grabs a worn shirt of his and cleans up before slipping on fresh clothes, trying his best not to stir you. he doesnât care about any sticky mess on himself; he just wants you to be comfortable and warm for the night. he sighs, softly kissing your cheek as he holds you close. reiner looks at you with all of the love in the world, rubbing your back and threading his scarred fingers through your hair.
âlove you, angel girl.â
yeah, he plans to wake you up with head in the morning as thanks for putting up with him when he gets like this.
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