Truth or Dare?
Teaser: You end up in Jungkook's room after a game of truth or dare? What could possibly go wrong, princess?
Content Warning: SMUT, dominant, daddy jk!, submissive, but bratty reader, unprotected sex, hair pulling, choking and all that jazzzzz :P, only read if you're old enough pls!!!
Word count: ~3k
Quick message: This is technically a pt.2, but pt. 1 was kinda just a lil teaser & prequel to this here. Read pt 1 here, but you don't have to read it to understand what's happening here lol.
Enjoy!
“What do you think you’re doing?” you exclaimed as the skin of your back made contact with the cold, hard wood of the door to Jeon Jungkook’s room.
Yes, you were in Jeon Jungkook’s room. It was rather dark, but the ambient lighting illuminated it a little. You could make out a dark wood king sized bed with black covers, red sheets and a television mounted to the wall across from it. The room also looked like he had a walk in closet, as well as a bathroom connected to it. That jock must’ve been born with a golden spoon or something, because this was definitely fancier than your average college guy's dorm room. Your attention was swiftly taken off the inner workings of his room though as Jungkook placed his large hands on either side of your head. His eyes leveled with yours and you could almost make out a hunger within them, causing your breath to hitch a little. Honestly, you don’t really know how you ended up here. One second you were on the dance floor with another guy after playing that stupid truth or dare game and, next thing you knew, Jeon Jungkook was grabbing your hand and dragging you away from the dance floor with a serious look on his face. Whatever had happened to get you into this situation, you were amused.
Maybe it was the alcohol in your system, but you couldn’t help but want to tease Jungkook a little. You wanted to press his buttons. Heck, there really is nothing wrong with picking on your arch nemesis a little, right? The haughty, popular jock–who you thought also sort of "hated" you–came to get you and he had a look that spelled jealousy on his face? This was too good of an opportunity to just let slip by.
“Oh, it looks like a kiss might not have been enough for you?” you smirked, the fingers of your right hand coming up to dance along the length of his now clenched jaw. Your red cat eye nails shimmering in the low light as you did so.
You leaned in, your face next to his as your glossy lips whispered into his ear tauntingly, “Or is it that you’re jealous? Awww, is poor Jungkookie jealous?”
“Jealous that someone other than you was grabbing all over this body?” you pulled your head back and teasingly ran your hands up and down your tight black dress that didn’t do much to conceal the curves of your body.
Jungkook looked intense. His dark hair was messy, almost like he ran his hands through it in frustration a few times. His jaw was clenched, his gaze animalistic and fixed on you and your hands. He was flexing the muscles in his arms as his eyes scanned over your body meticulously. You could tell he was holding himself back, but you didn’t care. You wanted to push his buttons, you wanted to piss him off, you wanted him to lose all control. Deep down, although you’d never actually admit it, you liked that he was jealous, you liked that he was angry and you liked that his attention had only been on you this whole night. He was dangerous and off limits and maybe that’s what attracted you to him in some twisted way. You could feel your body getting hotter and hotter under his gaze and, secretly, you wanted him to do something about it. Whatever happened tonight, you’d blame it on the alcohol in the morning.
“You brought me in here just to stare at me all night?” you asked almost innocently, placing a finger on your lower lip as you stared into his eyes seductively.
You leaned in just a little bit, your lips almost touching his for the second time tonight. You could feel his breathing grow heavier as his eyes fixed on your lips in anticipation.
You don’t know what possessed you to say this, but ,next thing you knew, the words, “Who’s the pussy now?” slipped from your lips.
“Shut the fuck up,” Jungkook growled and one of his big hands immediately wrapped around your throat as he desperately crashed his lips into yours, shoving you back against his cold, oak wood door.
Your tongues immediately found each other and you two wasted no time engaging in a battle for dominance. Your tongues danced a fiery tango that Jungkook eventually ended up dominating. You hated to admit it, but he was such a good kisser. You could feel yourself melting into the kiss as the fire between your legs continued to grow more and more. His hand on your throat restricted your breathing ever so slightly, which only added fuel to the fire burning deep inside of you. Your hands were both up against his chest, but instead of pushing him away, you were lowkey pulling him in. This wasn’t enough for you though, you wanted more of him. You turned your head to the side slightly, breaking the kiss.
“I still think you’re a pussy,” you taunted him breathlessly, your eyes challenging him as a bratty smile spread across your face, “Being a pussy is okay, I’m just not into those.”
His grip on your throat tightened, causing your breath to hitch and your body to grow even hotter.
“Oh really?” he smirked, “I think you’re into me, princess.”
The word princess sent chills up and down your spine, but you didn’t want to give in so easily.
“I’m not into you at all. I’m fucking dryer than the Sahara dessert, but that’s because…like I said,” you grinned, licking your lips “I’m not into pussies.”
His grip on your throat loosened as he ran his thumb along your bottom lip, smudging whatever gloss was left on your lips a little.
“Cut the crap, princess. We both know you’re wet for me,” Jungkook retorted smugly.
Your heart skipped a beat. How did he know you were wet? There is no way he knew that your folds were slick with arousal already.
“I-I,” you started to stumble over your words, “I’m not fucking wet!”
“Be a good girl and stop lying to daddy,” Jungkook wasn’t having any of it as he gently ran his fingers through your hair.
Him calling you a good girl and referring to himself as daddy was doing something to you, but you’d never freely admit to that.
“Take those panties off and prove to me you’re not wet, before I go and check myself,” his threat cut through the air and made butterflies spread all throughout your stomach.
What did he just say? Take your panties off before he goes and checks? You thought you might just pass out now from the heat you were feeling, but you’d rather die before admitting to him that he’d turned you on enough for you to soak your panties.
“Fuck you, Jungkook,” you pushed back, “not every girl is into you!”
“Have it your way then,” he wasted no time flipping you around, your face now pressed against the door, with the hair that was gently caressing your hair before now tangled in it tightly.
It was as though he was asserting his dominance and, honestly, you were here for it. You loved a dominant man and you liked a man that forced you into submission. A man that allowed you to let go and just dive headfirst into pleasure. He held you there, your face against the door as his other hand slid up the back of your thigh and between your legs. You pretended to put up a fight, your hands attempting to scratch at his hand that was holding you in place, but you knew it was futile anyway. He was too strong for you to stop him and that turned you on, but you had no intention of stopping him anyway. You just liked the idea of feeling helpless and like you were at his mercy. It turned your freaky ass on even more. You bit back a squirm when his index finger ghosted along your drenched panties that covered your oozing slit.
“Still not going to admit you’re wet?” he leaned in, his finger rubbing your covered slit more, “whose the real pussy here?”
You wanted him to touch you so bad that your thighs nearly started shaking. Your nipples were hard as rocks against the thin fabric of your black dress.
“You,” you whispered, fearing your voice may betray you.
“Wrong answer, princess,” he growled in your ear, his fingers pulling your panties aside before they pressed into your wetness, “Try again.”
You immediately let out a loud moan as his fingers made contact with your wetness. It felt so good and you’d been waiting for him to touch you this whole time. As he slid a finger inside of you another moan erupted from your body. You subconsciously spread your legs for him and even started to push back on his finger a little bit. You wanted more. No, you needed more. You felt as though your body was betraying you, but you couldn’t care less.
“You’re so wet for me, princess,” Jungkook groaned, another finger sliding into you as he began to stretch you out.
He pumped his fingers in and out of you skillfully, curling them up just at the right time and at the right angle to hit your g-spot. His hand in your hair had a tight grip on you, holding you in place as he fucked you with his fingers. You tried your best to push back on him as much as you could, wanting his fingers to reach even deeper within you. It was almost as though he could sense that his fingers weren’t going to be enough for you and he enjoyed that. He slowed his pace to a snail's pace and stopped going as deep, denying you any more pleasure, denying you the pleasure you so desired.
“Awww, is this not enough for daddy’s little princess?” Jungkook uttered provokingly and you could tell he had a shit-eating-grin on his face.
He had you right where he wanted you and you knew it. You were basically bent over for him, in his room, with his fingers inside of you and your juices dripping down your legs. Fuck, what had you gotten yourself into?
“What does daddy’s little princess want? Tell me and I just might give it to you,” Jungkook pulled his fingers out of you, letting your body squirm and your pussy throb for more.
“Dick,” you muttered almost inaudibly.
You weren’t quite ready to completely relinquish your pride. He wanted you to openly announce that you wanted him to fuck you? Who did he think he was? He—a sharp pop to your pussy ripped you out of your train of thought and caused you to let out a loud whine.
“Bad girl. Don’t you have any manners, princess?” he caressed your pussy ever so slightly after just having popped it, a sensation of pain and pleasure spreading through you, “Ask right.”
“Ask right and I just might give you what you want,” he pushed himself against your wet pussy and you could feel a bulge in his jeans.
Fuck he was just as turned on as you were. You couldn’t take it anymore. You wanted him. You needed him to relieve this ache between your thighs. You wanted him to fuck you so hard you forgot your name.
“Please fuck me, daddy,” you swallowed what little pride you had left and begged him to give you what you’d been wanting all night.
You must have triggered something within him, because the next thing you knew he ripped your dress and panties off of your body and tossed you on the bed. You watched him messily and desperately unbuckle his pants and yank them down his legs along with his boxers, his big cock springing out from its confines. It made a slapping sound as it hit his stomach, the tip of it nearly reaching his belly button and, for just a moment, you wondered if that would even fit inside of you.
“Get on all fours and face the mirror,” he commanded, dominance laced in his voice as he stared you down, his hand stroking his dick.
You eagerly got on all fours and faced the mirror. You nearly didn’t recognize the girl in the reflection. Your hair was all messy, your makeup was a bit smudged and you were completely naked. Your attention shifted from you to Jungkook and you could see him pumping his erect shaft as he eagerly watched your reflection. You held his eye contact and shook your ass a little, inviting him to come join you on the bed. He obliged, stalking towards you like a predator stalked its prey, causing your heart beat to pick up in anticipation and excitement. He wasted no time positioning himself behind you, aligning his dick with the entrance to your tight cavern. He teased you a little bit, pushing into you ever so slightly before pulling back. He didn’t even really make it past your folds, causing you to huff in frustration. You were about ready to take matters into your own hands, so you went ahead and pushed yourself back onto him, but he was not having any of it. He pulled away from you completely. His hands immediately found your hair and he tugged at it roughly, earning a whine from you before forcing you to make eye contact with him in the mirror.
“You really think you can take all of this, brat?” he slapped your ass, earning a loud whine from you.
“You think you can handle all of me?” he slapped your ass again, a cracking sound echoing through the air as his large hand made contact with the soft flesh of your butt.
“Y-yes,” you responded, tears welling up in the corners of your eyes as a stinging sensation spread through the area he just smacked.
“Beg,” he tugged at your hair again, before striking your ass again.
“Daddy! Daddy, please,” you whined and squirmed as he struck your ass again and again, turning the flesh bright red.
Once he was satisfied and tears were streaming down your face, he began to rub the tip of his dick through your dripping wetness, earning a moan from you. Why was he turning you on so much? What was he doing to you? You had no chance to make sense of any of it. Your mind wasn’t able to compute a single thought. It was so clouded by your aching arousal that it had turned to mush.
“You want it? You want all of it?” Jungkook asked almost playfully, one hand guiding his dick, while the other caressed the now bright red skin on your butt.
“Yes, daddy! Please! Give me all of it!” you shouted, a smile on your face now that you were finally about to get what you wanted.
But you really didn’t know what you were signing up for. Jungkook’s expression shifted and you hadn’t caught onto it until it was too late. He thrusted himself forward, pushing himself all the way into you, stretching you out with zero time to adjust as his tip hit the very end of your tunnel. A cry fell from your throat as pain and pleasure shot through your body. You were so overwhelmed, your body just wanted to run. Could you even take all of him? He was so fucking big. You felt so full that you could’ve sworn he was all the way in your stomach. Your hands clawed at the red sheets as you tried to get away from him, but Jungkook wasn’t having it. His hands gripped onto your hips and pulled you right back onto his dick, earning yet another loud moan from you.
“Don’t run, princess. You’re going to take daddy’s dick. You wanted all of it. Now here you go,” he announced before pulling back and thrusting himself all the way into you.
He repeated this motion again and again, relentlessly plowing into you as you lost more and more of your sanity. A sonata of moans spilled from your lips as his dick slid along the wetness of your walls, touching your most sensitive spots. You could tell he was also enjoying himself by his reflection in the mirror. Jungkook’s brow was furrowed, his teeth were sunken into his bottom lip and a string of groans and moans escaped him every time he pushed back into your tightness.
“Fuck, princess, you feel so good,” he exclaimed, his skin slapping against yours as he continued to fuck into you.
You were getting close, you could feel the knot in your stomach tightening more and more as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge. Every thrust of his was hitting just the right spot and you were about to lose control.
It was as though Jungkook could sense that you were getting close and he made sure to say “Make sure to say ‘thank you, daddy’ when you come.”
This man was so filthy and lewd, but you loved this dominant side of his. You loved his body and especially his cock. Fuck staying away from this man, tonight you didn’t care. His words only turned you on even more and before you knew it, you were thrown over the edge. A loud “thank you, daddy” spilled from your lips as you did so, your vision blurring and your pussy tightening around his shaft as waves of pleasure washed over you. Jungkook himself must’ve been close, because the moment you tightened around him, he let out a string of curses before being thrown over the edge himself. He pulled out of you at the last second, shooting his nut all across your ass and up your lower back. You could feel that it was a lot, but you didn’t care as you collapsed onto the bed. You were absolutely breathless and also completely speechless. Jungkook was wearing a proud smile on his face, his eyes scanning over you as though he was admiring his work.
“So who did you say was a pussy again?” he asked playfully, before getting up and heading towards the bathroom, likely to grab something to clean you up with.
“Just shut the fuck up.”
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The end y'all. I hope you enjoyed it. DM me if you have any smut/story ideas for me (no guarantee I'm going to write them up, but I could use some inspo). Also goodnight and an early happy VDAY