in my twenties...bob haircut, wears specs and my eyesight is shit. I'm a chef...so food has a special place in my heart...talk all about it I'm always up.
When I'm not working, I'm usually sketching, reading, writing, listening to music, watching K-dramas, anime or movies and collecting far too many hobbies for one personI enjoy all kinds of tropes.
This is a multi-fandom blog because I have a habit of falling in love with pretty things and interesting stories.
So far, I've written for BTS, Bloodhounds, EXO's Kai and Cyberpunk: Edgerunners...though that list is always growing whenever a new obsession appears.
You'll find fics, poetry, thoughts and whatever else is currently living rent-free in my head.
Heyy 🥺 Oh my gosh...not overwhelming at all babe! I’ve read every single spicy detail and I’ve saved your request.
You really went all out huh? Don’t worry… I won’t judge. After all, you picked your poison....so when it gets too brutal and you’re crying...I’m just gonna remind you that this was your idea 😏
Also I love the details...it’s gonna be fun. I’ll post when I’m ready..i hope you wait patiently 💕
When will you upload this? No pressure. https://www.tumblr.com/pickyour-poison/822475466648829952/new-professor-just-dropped-and-hes-teaching?source=share
LMAOO I completely forgot. 😭 Professor Kim's been waiting outside the lecture hall this whole time. I'll just...maybe..let him in tonight. ????📚
hiiiii, I love your content saurrr muchh, matches with my twisted aesthetic 🥀💔
Are your requests open ???
( Is there a limit / boundary to the extent of your content if so ? )
HIII 😭🖤 thank you!!
Yep, requests are open! My inbox is very questionable...so If your idea makes you go "hmm... should I even send this?"... the answer is probably yes. :)
No like reallyy!!!! because what do you MEAN you can ruin someone's life and then turn around asking, "did you eat?" like you're not the entire reason our y/n forgetting what peace feels like???
every time i sit down to write him i'm ready to call him every name under the sun...then I remember he quietly makes her tea....covers her with a blanket....and sits there looking guilty.
AND MY BRAIN GOES, ".aww..my shayllaaa..🥺🥺🥺🥺"
NO??? That is literally the enemy.
why am i starting to feel bad for him???
i created him...i KNOW exactly what's going on inside his head and i know every horrible thing he's done and I also know every horrible thing he's about to do....and still the second he looks sad i'm like "😭..."
absolutely not...i hate him...
unfortunately i made him jungkook.....
even more unfortunately...i'm the one who wrote him like this....... this is quite literally a crisis.
LMAOOO y'all are such bad influences 😭😭 Part 3 is actually planned...I swear it is...Trust me. I just keep getting distracted by other fic ideas and then my motivation decides to disappear sometimes. 😭
But Darkside's been patiently waiting since 2023... I'll get back to it...I promise. 🤝
warnings : This contains explicit 18+ sexual content, dubcon/noncon elements due to drugging and intoxication, heavy dark yandere Jungkook, cheating, breeding kink, rough sex, recording without consent, sending explicit material, manipulation and implied violence. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
summary : Your loyal best friend Jungkook has always been there for you but his obsession finally wins. Guilt-ridden yet unhinged and he takes what he’s always wanted...even if it meant ruining your relationship and claiming you in the most sinful way possible.
"I’m done pretending I can let you go."
author's note : if you're here expecting healthy communication...then y'all should prolly exit....but if you're here to watch fictional men make ridiculous bad decisions, welcome home...and also please remember that therapy exists and none of this should. enjoy <3
Part : one / two
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You sit across from him in the dimly lit corner of that viral restaurant he insisted on taking you to...again. The kind of place where the bill alone could cover your rent for months.
Jungkook sits comfortably across from you, dressed in a fitted black designer shirt that clings perfectly to his broad shoulders. His sleeves are folded neatly to his forearms..exposing the colourful tattoos decorating his skin..while a thick gold chain catches the warm glow of the lights every time he moves.
He's always like this...humble and ridiculously down to earth...but..only with you.
No flashy attitude or unnecessary displays of wealth like he usually puts on around his friends. It was just quiet luxury and genuine generosity...and those dark eyes that linger a little too long whenever they think you've stopped looking.
Your long-distance boyfriend had called earlier.
His voice was warm and gentle...overflowing with the kind of love people spend their whole lives searching for. He promised he'd visit soon. He loved you with everything he had and you never once questioned that love.
But here you were...laughing at something your best friend said as he reached across the table to pass you the wine glass.
His fingers brushed yours for barely a second and Goosebumps raced up his arm. You noticed it...like you always did and quietly withdrew your hand before the moment could become something else. Carefully.....like never giving him a reason to mistake your kindness for permission or let those feelings grow roots again.
You had worked too hard to rebuild this friendship. Two years ago, he'd made the mistake of confessing.
Then came the argument...the silence...and two long years where neither of you spoke. He said he needed time to reflect on his mistakes.
But when Jungkook returned, it wasn't with excuses...it was with an apology. A genuine one...or at least one convincing enough to make you believe him.
You'd been skeptical at first because losing your best friend once had hurt enough...But with time..he proved himself.
He stopped prying into your personal life like before and respected your boundaries. He stayed available whenever you truly needed him without asking for anything in return and Little by little...he became the friend you'd lost.
Or at least...the version of him you wanted to believe still existed.
"I shouldn't have another glass," you murmur..nudging the half-filled wine away.
Jungkook chuckles quietly...lifting the bottle before you can stop him. Ruby-red wine swirls into your glass.
"Come on," he says with that soft...disarming smile that had talked you into far too many things over the years. "You deserve it. I know this week's been cruel to you."
You hesitate for only a second before giving in...Because he wasn't wrong. This week had been absolute hell and You'd worked your ass off.
So..maybe you deserved one night to breathe.
_
The drive back to your apartment is filled with laughter and your best friend's absolute nonsense.
Bruno Mars' Locked Out of Heaven blasts through the speakers while the two of you scream every lyric.
It's a really good thing Jungkook's car is soundproof and heavily tinted because the people outside are spared the absolute disaster happening inside.
You snort halfway through the chorus because of his high pitched tone.
To be honest..You missed Jungkook because of this. You could be whoever you wanted around him and say the dumbest things imaginable...embarrass yourself beyond imagination and he'd never judge you for it.
Your boyfriend's messages sit unread inside your purse..the screen glowing faintly through the dark fabric...completely forgotten for the moment.
Jungkook kills the engine in the underground garage before turning to look at you.
"You good?" he asks, voice low..wearing that familiar half-smile.
You nod, offering a sleepy little grin,"A little tipsy."
Nodding he said, "come on. Let's get you upstairs. I'll make you some tea."
He gets out first...circling the car to open your door like he always does. His hand steadies your elbow as you step out...warm and careful and gone the second you're balanced.
Always the perfect gentleman with you...The elevator ride is comfortable..wrapped in familiar silence.
When you finally push open your apartment door, you kick your heels off with a long and relieved sigh,"Finally." Jungkook chuckles softly behind you, locking the door before setting your purse on the kitchen island.
"I'm changing," you mumble...already padding down the hallway.
"Take your time." He replied. A few minutes later..you return wearing an oversized T-shirt and loose pajama shorts...your hair slightly damp after splashing water on your face and towel still hangs around your shoulders.
"I think I'm done drinking tonight." Jungkook looks up from the kitchen counter, the wine bottle still resting in his hand. "Really?" he asks, eyebrows lifting. "Mhm." You nodded
" But You promised me a fun night," he says...tilting the bottle with a small...coaxing grin. "Besides...tomorrow's Sunday and One last glass won't kill you."
You hesitate, biting your lip, "...That's true, but..." A second passes before you sigh dramatically and hold your glass out anyway,"You're terrible, Gguk."
"Not guilty." He chuckled as the ruby liquid swirls into your glass.
You settle onto the couch beside him, tucking one leg beneath yourself as you scroll through the streaming apps. Jungkook watches you from the corner of his eye..the half-empty wine bottle still in his hand. His thumb brushes over the label...once...twice...like he’s weighing something.
His other hand slips into his pocket with ease. The small packet is already open...and a pinch of fine white powder falls silently into your glass..dissolving instantly into the ruby liquid with a few casual swirls of the bottle. Not a trace left behind.
His fingers tighten around the neck of the bottle for a heartbeat. You've been overwhelmed for days, he tells himself. Barely sleeping or eating. This will help you relax...Just this once. For your own good.
He sets the bottle down like nothing happened.
“Harry Potter?” he suggests, voice warm and easy...already reaching for the remote and you nodded agreeing with him. Later conversation flows easily...work drama...old college stories and that one professor you both hated with a passion.
Halfway through your glass...you're laughing so hard your stomach hurts. "You still have that picture?" you gasp. "Yes?" he replies, narrowing his eyes in fake suspicion. "You said you deleted it!" You raised your voice.
"I lied." He shrugged his shoulders.
"You asshole." Your voice grows louder with every word, making him laugh even harder. Every time you take another sip, Jungkook’s gaze lingers on the way your throat moves.
His eyes remain soft though...quietly watching the way your laughter slowly melts into sleepy contentment.
The warmth settling through your body feels heavier now...Your limbs sink deeper into the couch. "So sleepy..." you mumble, blinking slower.
"The wine finally caught up to you, I guess." He commented.
"Mhm..."
His phone vibrates on the coffee table and Jungkook glances at the screen before standing, "Give me a second." You wave him off lazily.
He steps onto the balcony...answering the call with short and distracted replies. Even then...his gaze drifts back through the glass every few moments.
When he returns a few minutes later...you've slipped lower into the couch and your glass sits forgotten on the coffee table.
One arm drapes lazily over the cushion..your eyes half-closed as you fight a losing battle against sleep. "Who was it...?" you murmur, voice soft and hazy.
"Business." He kneels in front of you..reaching for the throw blanket before draping it carefully over your legs.
"You'll get cold." A tiny, content hum leaves your lips as you curl further into it and Your breathing slows...Deepens...You don't notice the way his fingers pause for just a heartbeat while tucking the blanket around you.
Jungkook stays where he is...Watching and listening to every slow, steady breath.
Making sure you're comfortable...Just until you fall asleep...That's all...Or at least...that's what he keeps telling himself.
But your soft and sleepy sighs and the way your body melts so trustingly under the blanket slowly breaks him.
“I’m so tired of pretending, baby,” Jungkook finally sighs, voice barely above a whisper, as if scared that even breathing too loud might wake you. “The thought of you being someone else’s… it eats me alive, doll.”
His hand trembles as he strokes your hair....his mask slowly slipping and then as if he can't control himself...he slowly trails down your left arm softly....then he leans in..pressing a soft and lingering kiss near the corner of your lips hesitantly.
“Forgive me for what I’m about to do,” he murmurs, eyes glassy, “but I think I need this....I need you.”
He cups your small face in his shaking hands and leans in again...pressing hot and open-mouthed kisses along your jaw and down your neck. You stir faintly.
“Gguk…?” you mumble hazily...voice thick and confused..barely able to open your eyes.
“Mmh, my sweet girl,” Jungkook whispers, already unbuttoning his shirt with shaky fingers. The fabric slides off his shoulders..revealing his toned chest..the thick gold chain resting against his skin and the full expanse of his tattoos running from his shoulder down his arm and across his back.
He stands there for a few seconds...staring at your sleeping form...still contemplating whether he should stop. But you look so fragile..so breakable… and the ache in his chest is unbearable.
You manage to crack your eyes open just a little. “Wh… you… Gguk?” Your voice is so small, so trusting.
“It’s okay, doll. I’m here. You’re safe with me,” he says softly even as his hands move to his jeans. He kicks them off along with his boxers in one motion...freeing his thick and leaking cock. He wraps a hand around himself and strokes slowly...eyes fixed on you.
He swears he could cum just like this...just from looking at you. But he forces his hand away..crouches down and pushes your oversized shirt up. He drags your pajama shorts and panties down your legs...tossing them aside. You were beautiful. No one....no human...deserved even an ounce of you...not in his eyes.
He gently spreads your legs apart and groans low in his throat. “God… look at you.”
He makes himself comfortable between your thighs...still hazy with desperation..lazily pumping his cock as he leans in and kisses your cunt. He closes his eyes...savoring your scent like it’s the only thing keeping him sane..but then he goes all in.
He drags his tongue through your folds with a broken sound. You stir...hips twitching weakly at the sudden wet heat.
Jungkook eats you out like a man who had been starving for years....messy..wet and desperate. Long and filthy licks...suckling hard on your clit..tongue fucking into you while his hand works his own cock faster. The obscene sounds of him stroking himself mix with the wet noises of his mouth on you...echoing loudly in your quiet apartment.
Your hips twitch again. “Ah-Gguk… why… what are you doing…?” your voice groggy.
“Shhh, princess,” he groans against your pussy, voice dark and ragged. “Just let me have you. I’ve wanted this for so long… I’m so tired of being good for you. I can’t anymore. I’m sorry…please..forgive me.”
Your boyfriend’s name lights up your phone again..and the screen flashes brightly in the dim room.
Jungkook’s head snaps up. A low and angry groan rumbles from his chest...almost a growl, “Fucking persistent, isn’t he?” he snaps under his breath...eyes wild. He silences the call with one aggressive swipe and then grabs his phone..props it up on the coffee table and hits record. The red light blinks on...capturing everything.
By now he looks completely gone...eyes dark and unhinged...pupils blown wide and expression of someone far beyond redemption. No conscience left it was just raw and that sick need.
He climbs over you..completely naked..tattoos glistening with a light sheen of sweat. His gold chain swings as he lines up his thick cock and pushes in raw...one deep and brutal thrust that stretches you open. You cry out softly...tears slipping from the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure and pressure.
“Gg-gguk…” you sob...voice slurred and broken..deep in intoxication. You don’t understand what’s happening. It just feels so good. So full. “pleas-..more..…”
“That’s my good girl,” Jungkook breathes..voice soft and tender even as he starts fucking you hard and dirty. His hips snap against you with frustration he’s held back for years. “You feel so fucking good, baby. So tight and so perfect for me.”
He pounds into you relentlessly..the couch creaking loudly beneath you. Every thrust is deep and raw...his balls slapping against you. “I’m done waiting, princess...Done pretending I can let you go....It’s time you settle with me....Time you become mine completely.”
Tears keep falling as pleasure crashes through your hazy mind. You beg incoherently, “Gguk… don’t ruin us…please…”
“I won’t, my sweet girl,” he coos softly, voice tender even as he starts fucking you even harder...hips snapping brutally. “I’m sorry, baby… I’m so sorry.” He pounds into you raw and filthy...taking out years of frustration while whispering sweet words. “You’re taking me so well. Look at you crying for my cock… so beautiful.”
His expression is terrifying....lost and obsessive..almost manic but his voice stays gentle. “You feel incredible, doll. So warm and wet for me. This pussy was made for me.”
You whimper and cry, begging brokenly, “Don’t stop, Gguk… please…”
He keeps going...deep and relentless, " Should breed you fuck-..so you’ll never leave.”
With a guttural...broken groan he buries himself to the hilt and cums hard...thick and hot ropes flooding deep inside you. He keeps thrusting through it...pushing his load as deep as possible.
He doesn’t pull out right away...still breathing raggedly and covered in sweat...he grabs the phone closer and records himself slowly pulling out. His cum leaks from your pussy but he pushes two fingers inside you...scooping it deeper...fucking it back in with lazy thrusts.
“Stay inside her,” he mutters darkly to the camera...voice low and possessive.
A few seconds later..he trims the video....keeping the worst parts ( you crying and begging “Don’t stop, Gguk… more…” while he’s buried inside you ) and sends it to your boyfriend with no caption.
Then he dials another number still breathing hard. “Yeah… I’m done,” he says calmly into the phone...eyes never leaving your form. “Take care of it.”
He ends the call and tosses the phone aside and looks down at you with a soft...almost peaceful smile. The madness in his eyes slowly fades into something gentler as he caresses your feet...lifting one to his lips and kissing it tenderly.
“You’re finally mine...my sweet girl,” he whispers...voice full of dark promise. “I’ll take care of you forever baby...no one else will ever have you again. I promise it.”
hii im the same person who said i refresh ur page everyday idk if u remember 😭 idk if this is something u would be into doing but a req id love to see is like maybe kidnapped.. stockholm syndrome dom!(whoever) x sub!reader i think itd be so cute and i love ur writing so much <3 pls lmk if this is too much i can req smth else..
bound2. jjk
pairing: kidnapper!jk x victim!reader
wc: 5.4k
warnings: obsessive!jk, possessive!jk, soft&harddom!jk (he’s a little bit of both), slightlysadistic!jk, sub!reader, desperate!reader, they’re both down bad, kidnapping, oc sleeps in a grungy basement, slight choking, slight manipulation, rough sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up), creampie, oral (f receiving), jk is a munch, overstimulation (f receiving), pet names, (pls lmk if i missed anything!)
a/n: tysm anon for requesting !!! i love this idea so i hope i did okay executing it for you !!! this was a hot mess to write but god am i a mess rn after writing it phew, PREPARE YOURSELVES
he was a good man, that was what he told himself when he looked in the mirror each morning. he was protecting you, loving you, providing you with all the attention and care you deserved.
or at least that’s what he thought.
it’s been two years now, but things felt different. when jungkook first saw you, he was intrigued, almost as if it was love at first sight. you were at home, spending time in your garden as you often did in the spring, and he happened to be driving by.
everything about you was special, unlike any other. the way your hair carefully trailed over your shoulders, your perfectly smooth skin. he had never seen a woman quite like you, and he needed to know more.
each day he found a way to get closer to you, whether that be by finding out which grocery stores you shop at, or sitting beside you on the train. never once did you notice that his face became slightly more familiar with each ‘coincidental’ bump into each other.
it wasn’t until the day he spoke to you did he realize that you needed to be his. girls didn’t smile at him, nevermind speak to him so kindly and softly. it was so simple, yet it changed the course of both of your lives completely.
but it’s been two years now.
it was scary at first, being away from home, unsure of whether or not you’d survive, but he cared about you. he always made sure to feed you, bring you water, spend time with you. and with each passing day you only became closer, and closer.
and when he wasn’t around, you started to notice a strange feeling inside of you — almost like a sense of anxiety.
it was almost like after all this time, there was a sort of attention he gave to you that you subconsciously craved, it was like you couldn’t live without it, and as strange as it was, it didn’t feel wrong. after all, jungkook was a good man. he never laid a hand on you, nor touched you without your consent, in fact he rarely touched you at all unless you initiated it. it was like after all this time, you knew that he could be trusted, and that he simply cared about you in ways that were different from others. in some ways, his love was beautiful.
“y/n?” you heard the softness of his voice as he opened the door to your room, the warmth of the main house seeping into the surrounding concrete as he shut the door behind him and approached your fragile frame.
you turned to face him, eyes lighting up as your gaze fell to his hands, carefully holding a small box perfectly wrapped and topped with a bow.
“kookie! what’s this?” you lunge forward to grab the box only to watch his hands quickly retreat.
“ah ah ah! not so fast, little one. now tell me, do you know what today is?” he softly falls down to your level, his knees meeting the cold floor as he watches you rearrange your stance on the flimsy mattress.
you nod your head excitedly, “it’s been two years! i marked it on my calendar every day!” your eyes flick to the small calendar taped to the wall, each day crossed off with a blue crayon as they were the only objects he let you have when you first arrived.
“yes that’s right, baby! happy anniversary!” he extends his hands to you and watches as you excitedly grab the box, peeling the paper off quickly until you’re met with what seems to be a box made for jewelry.
“listen, before you open it any further. i want you to know that i think you’re ready for this. i feel like we’re strong enough, and i think you’ve finally come to your senses about what’s good for you and what’s not, yes?” his tone is gentle, but you can feel the seriousness through his voice as you look up at him. the way his brows furrowed tightly together made you nervous. he’s never gotten you a present so formally before.
your fingers fumble with the box briefly until you’re able to lift the top. your eyes widen as your heart pauses in your chest briefly, your breath immediately becoming shallow.
“what is this?” your voice is shaky as you wrap your hand around the small metal object. it was certainly a metaphor, or maybe even a bluff, he couldn’t be serious.
“your freedom, if you so choose, darling.” he smiles at you reassuringly before tucking a hair behind your ear. you tighten your grip on the key, realizing now how serious this truly is.
he was letting you go?
“i don’t understand, kook.”
he lets out a small sigh before sitting on the mattress beside you.
“i think you’re ready to choose whether or not you want to stay. you know now how much i love you, how well i’d take care of you, adore you, in any way i possibly can. you have me wrapped around your finger, sweetheart, but i no longer feel obligated to keep you wrapped around mine if it’s not what you want.” he places gentle pats on the back of your head as he speaks, the small smile on his face reminding you that he’s being truthful, yet still you were unsure.
“do you not… want me anymore?”
his eyes widen at your question as he uses his hand on your head to pull you against his chest.
“of course i do, baby. this is something i’ve been thinking about for a while, i wanted to simply show you how much i love you, never bring any harm to you. sure i may have became a little overzealous, but at the end of the day, i want you to be safe and happy. if that’s with me, you can come upstairs and join me the way you deserve. if not, i’ll let you go.” you pull away from his chest, cheeks feeling warmer than before as you listen to his words.
you missed your home, your family, your life. but you knew if you left, you’d miss him even more. your body was screaming at you to run, use the key and finally escape, but your heart was begging you to stay.
your eyes flicker between his for a moment. you’d never even seen the rest of his house. what if it was cozier than yours? what if it was better than home? he did take awfully good care of you, and you were beginning to enjoy his company, his endless affection.
you gripped the key tighter momentarily before holding it back out to him, placing it gently in his palm without a word.
he looks at you, his eyes filled with surprise as he wraps a hand around yours.
“are you sure?” his voice is soft, laying over you almost like silk as you carefully nod your head in return.
“i’m sure. i want to stay. i want to be with you.” you watch as his eyes light up, his reassuring smile now turning into a huge grin as he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into him tightly. his breath is warm against your neck as he inhales your scent in deeply, his fingers tightening against your waist before letting you go completely.
“i knew you were the one, the second i laid eyes on you.” he brings his hands up to the sides of your face, cupping it gently, the feeling of his hands against your cheeks making your stomach flutter. if there was one thing about jungkook, it was that he was a gentleman. within the two years you’d been ‘held captive’, he never once made any advances towards you. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t wish he would at times — the nights where you find yourself with your hands between your thighs, imagining what it would feel like to have him there instead, what his perfectly tattooed arms would look like on either side of your head, or his skilled fingers inside of you. even the slightest touch from him could drive you into a frenzy, especially since the last time you’d been with a man was well over three years now.
you quickly shake the thoughts from your mind and send him a gentle smile, feeling him engulf a hand within yours as he walks you to the door of your bedroom.
“are you ready, sweetheart?” he turns back and looks at you carefully, examining your expression for any signs of discomfort or uncertainty, but there was none. he was your person now, it just took you being kidnapped to realize it was him all along.
“i’m ready.”
you follow behind him, practically stepping on his feet with excitement as he travels throughout the house, letting you look at every nook and cranny you wanted, before you finally landed on his bedroom.
“this is my room, our room, darling.” he opens the door carefully, allowing you to enter freely as you slowly walk in. it was simple, yet dark. the walls were painted black, bed littered with blankets and various instruments scattered throughout the room.
you approach a guitar leaning against the wall, leaning down to examine the stickers plastered on the wood.
“do you play?” you ask, your voice gentle as you trace the pads of your fingers against the strings.
“sometimes. not as much anymore.” he takes a seat on the bed behind you, watching you carefully. he’d never seen you so intrigued in something before, not something related to him, it was almost vulnerable.
“why’d you stop?” you turn your head slightly, landing on his built figure sitting on the bed calmly.
he shrugs, leaning forward so his arms were resting on his knees. “something came up.” he smirks, and you can feel your cheeks blush at the thought of him putting his life on hold to take care of you.
you stand up, approaching the edge of the bed and sitting beside him.
“kook, can i ask you something?” your eyes are wide as you face him, somehow still filled with innocence and he can feel his dick twitch at the sight of you sitting so politely on his bed, what would now be both of yours.
“of course, darling.”
you gulp slightly, subconsciously fidgeting with your fingers as you build up the courage to talk to him in what feels like such an intimate setting. it was different like this, without the safety of your concrete bedroom.
“how much of your life did you put on hold for me?”
jungkook chuckles slightly at your question, but tries to respond as best as he can. “well, most of it, baby. i still work obviously, but you’re kinda time consuming.”
“do you have like… friends?”
“i have you.” he reaches up and tucks a hair behind your ear as he speak, causing another wave of butterflies to rush through your stomach.
you pause for a moment, gaining a little bit more courage as you speak again.
“do you have like, girl friends?”
jungkook quirks a brow at your question. “what are you getting at, baby?”
you continue to fidget slightly as you speak. “well you must’ve… dated girls, right? i don’t know you don’t talk about stuff like that.”
jungkook smiles at you, admiring your cuteness, “i’ve dated women, yes. but none like you. and none since i met you.”
“did you… do this with them too?”
his cheeks flush at your question, slightly embarrassed at the situation he got himself in by meeting you.
“no, you’re the only one. and honestly, i didn’t really plan for it. i just had to have you.” his voice is laced with desperation as he speaks, recalling the moments leading up to your kidnapping. he knew there was no avoiding how you made him feel, it was like his desire for you overpowered every moral and every fiber in his body.
“why are you asking all this, love?” his voice is soft as he places a finger under your chin, lifting your face to his level.
“i don’t know. it’s just— it’s hard to explain— when you’re down there— i don’t know— sometimes i get—“
“needy?”
you feel a heat rise between your legs at his voice, the words falling past his lips, the closeness of his skin, all of it. you’re only able to send a small nod to him in response.
“i know, i understand.”
your eyebrows furrow together, “you do?”
“well you didn’t think i would leave you in that room completely unattended, did you? i gotta keep an eye on my girl.” you feel a sense of confusion wash over you at his words, until it’s followed by a wave of realization.
cameras?
all those times you laid atop your blankets, fingers between your legs, forehead covered with a sheen of sweat, moaning out… moaning out for him.
you feel your cheeks flush as you pull away from his touch in embarrassment, causing him to chuckle slightly, moving closer to you in response.
“don’t be embarrassed, baby. it’s normal, i mean you were down there for so long, you had to do something to keep yourself busy, hmm?”
“why didn’t you tell me? why didn’t you… help me?” the twiddling of your fingers has intensified now, your skin practically burning up as you avoid his gaze.
jungkook smiles at you, even if you didn’t see it, and takes your fumbling hands in his reassuringly.
“because i knew you’d stop. i wouldn’t take away the only thing you could do to keep yourself satisfied. and i didn’t want to touch you until you were ready, until you asked for it.” as comforting as his words were, knowing that he cared about you enough to respect your boundaries, you wanted to scream at him. all those nights that you were writhing in desperation, and he was simply watching upstairs?
he watches as your eyes dart aggressively, your mind wandering and he taps your hands gently, pulling them closer to him.
“hey. i know it doesn’t feel like it, but you’re in control. you always have been. trust me, it was hard for me too.”
“how did you do it? how did you not come in?” jungkook remembers every time like it was engraved in his mind. he always checked up on you throughout the day, he had motion alert notifications, and the first time he saw it, he almost went breaking down your door. he never missed an alert after that. every time you were moaning downstairs, he was moaning upstairs. the thought of you both gaining pleasure from each other, at the same time, without the other knowing drove him more wild than the fact that he wasn’t the one being able to satisfy you. but jungkook was a patient man, he never wanted to rush you nor make you feel pressured into doing something you didn’t want to. he knew when the time was right, you’d be begging for him the same way he begged the universe to let you fall into his life.
“good self-control?” he responds carefully, gauging your reaction as your face contorts with confusion.
he places another hand under your chin, gripping it slightly and holding it to face him.
“i didn’t want it to be like that. you deserve more. you deserve all of me, all i have to offer, and that definitely isn’t it.” he speaks again. you were unable to distinguish your emotions. why did your body crave him so bad? crave his comfort, his validation? you constantly ached for his touch, his attention — it felt almost sinful.
“i want all of you, kook. i have for a very long time.” you place your hands on his chest for what might be the first time ever. his shirt tight against his muscles, you wanted to roam every inch.
he lets out a groan, your words and touch making his pants tighten. he didn’t lie when he said he hadn’t been with anyone since long before he met you.
“you don’t know what you’re asking, baby.” his voice is strained, his hands falling to his sides as he pulls away from your touch.
“tell me you don’t want me, and i’ll stop.” your hands begin to travel, running over his taught muscles, down to his stomach. every inch of skin untouched, the tension only growing thicker with each passing second.
“if i start i won’t be able to stop.” his restraint was frustrating, but it only made you want him more. your hands continue to fall before landing on the waistband. he tosses his head back quickly before grabbing your hands.
“then don’t. you don’t have to be gentle with me, i don’t want gentle.” you lean forward, your face only inches away from his as you wait for him to release your hands, to allow you to finally become one.
“you don’t have to hold back anymore.” your voice is nearly a whisper as you slowly close the distance between the two of you, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. you pull back briefly, eyes scanning his carefully before you feel him release your hands, bringing his up to your face before pulling you into him — your lips meeting passionately.
he was consuming, his lips feverishly fighting against yours as his hands fall to your waist, pulling you closer towards him. everything about him was hot, his skin, his mouth, his breath, it was all too much, especially after so long.
he brings a hand around your neck, gripping it slightly before pulling you off him.
“i tried to be patient. i tried to be good. but you? you don’t want good, do you?” his voice is low as he uses his hold on your throat to push you against the bed, your back meeting the soft mattress gracefully as you watch him bring his hands to the neckline of his shirt, pulling it over his shoulders swiftly.
he was… beautiful.
the tattoos scattered perfectly along his arm, his sensually toned stomach, the shaggy hair sat atop his head — he was indescribable.
he smirked playfully and leaned down above you, ducking into the crook of your neck to place gentle kisses on your skin. you could feel yourself go red, a heat overwhelming your body from your face to your core.
“i need to feel you, taste you, make you mine in every way possible.” his voice is husky, but barely a whisper as his mouth travels down to your collar bone, his hands easily finding the hem of your shirt to tug it over your head quickly.
“so beautiful.” he breaths, his mouth latching onto any piece of skin he can find, his hands roaming your body skillfully as your eyes wire shut, your panting and whining the only sounds filling the room. he made you wait so long, how could you possibly contain yourself now?
“kook, i can’t — think…”
“then don’t. just let go. i’ve got you.” he brings his hands to the waistband of your pants, carefully bringing them down almost as if he could break you, a deep contrast to his roughness before. your mind is completely lost, totally consumed in his every movement that you don’t even realize his gaze fixated on your core.
“fuck, baby. you’re soaked.” he falls between your legs, his grip on your knees spreading you apart even further as he inhales your scent, watching as your body quivers. he runs his hands along your legs, a small attempt to soothe you as he drops his face eye level to your core.
“shh, i know, baby. it’s a lot, isn’t it? but you can take it.” he places a small kiss on your clit and watches your body jolt in response, a small grin appearing on his lips as he realizes just how sensitive you really are, his hands falling to your waist to hold you down as he licks a stripe up your core.
you’re unable to contain the moan that escapes your throat as your hips buck up involuntarily, his hold barely doing anything to keep you in place.
“look at you—so sensitive, so perfect for me. you can take it, right baby?” his eyes meet yours for a moment, your chest heaving as you nod in response, your hands falling to his hair as you grip it tightly, admiring his cheeky grin before his face disappears between your thighs, his mouth immediately latching onto your core.
“ooh—fuck.” you moan out, his hands fighting against your hips as you attempt to grind against his tongue freely. every lick sending shots through your body as your mind begins to spiral.
it made you drunk—he made you drunk. it was like you could feel every bump on his tongue, the pressure of his finger tips in your sides, the feeling of his soft hair twisted between your knuckles. it was perfection, and you were wasted on him.
you can feel yourself begin to melt into him, his tongue endlessly working on your core, slipping between your clit to your center as his grip on your sides loosen as he feels you begin to relax.
“k-kook—fuck—please.” you mumble nonsense, the feeling of his hand gliding from your side to your stomach as he presses down gently making you almost dizzy, his mouth never once fumbling as he keeps up a persistent pace, your movements now less rutty and more intense as you ride his face softly.
your legs begin to tense, a coil in your stomach building as you clench around his head tightly, causing him to gently pry your knees apart as he pulls away from you, his chin dripping with your juices as he wipes it with the back of his hand.
“that’s my girl.” he coos, his hands landing on his boxers as he begins to peel them off. “you’re doing so good for me… think you can take a little more?” his question rings aimlessly through your head as you watch his cock spring free, the tip red and angry as it leaks precum.
he was big. i mean you hadn’t been with anyone in a long time so you didn’t have much to compare him to, but he was certainly bigger than you were used to.
jungkook notices your hesitation and leans down, his lips meeting yours in an intimate kiss, your mouths moving together skillfully before he pulls away. his eyes are soft, almost reassuring as you feel the head of his cock press softly between your legs.
“look at me, baby. i need to hear you.” he nudges your chin with his finger to redirect you.
your body is humming, on edge, oversensitive yet somehow you still crave more. it’s like he could never give you too much, you just want him completely and fully, whether it hurts or not.
“i don’t know if i can take it all.” your voice is shallow as you feel a sense of shyness take over, your nervousness getting the best of you.
he smirks darkly and brings his tattooed hand up to your face, soothing the stickiness of your skin with his simple touch.
“my sweet girl, i’d never give you more than you can take. i’ve got you, baby. just let go.” his voice is sweet, the sound almost sending you into coma as you feel the head of his cock nudging at your core. his hands carefully fall to either side of your head, his mouth dipped into the crook of your neck as he peppers gentle kisses on your hot skin, the dull burning in your core barely noticeable behind the mindless praises he whispers into your ear.
“that’s it, baby.”
“so perfect for me.”
“fuck—you’re so tight.”
“just a little bit more, sweetheart.”
before you’re able to fully respond or digest his words, he’s already bottomed out. his forehead buried in your neck as his breath is unsteady. he’s practically panting as his hips stall, the silence filling the room as he tries to regain his composure.
“kook—“ you whine, wiggling your hips slightly until he quickly brings his hands down to hold you in place.
“fuck—i need a second, baby. don’t move.” his voice is laced with desperation and tiredness as his cock twitches inside you, making your stomach nearly flip.
your movements become restless now, your body fighting against his hold as you beg for some sort of friction.
“please… i need to feel you.” your voice is a whimper as your breath quickens.
“stop fucking moving, or i’ll take my dick out of you.” he snaps, his tone no longer a warning as you fight the urge to grind up into him. you’d never seen him so mad before, and it was only making you want him more.
your body trembles as you fight the urge to hold still, your hips shifting involuntarily as hushed whimpers fall from your lips. you wanted so bad to be good for him.
“kook—please.” you beg. he lifts his face to meet yours, his eyes hooded and low as he sees how fucked out you look, he wanted nothing more than to destroy you right then and there.
“if you don’t stop, i’ll take you how i want you, right now.” he shoots you a glare, but it’s not one of dominance, but rather a warning, one of his slipping self control.
“i don’t care… take me, just please don’t make me wait.” you beg, and with one last rut of your hips, he’s pushing you deliberately further into the bed as he pulls his hips back and begins a rough pace on your cunt.
the speed takes you by surprise as you double over, your arms instinctively gripping his back as your nails drip down his skin, his cock prodding the lower half of your stomach with his length.
“you just don’t know how to shut that pretty little mouth of yours, do you?” he grunts, the feeling of your nails in his back only spurring him on more as he continues his tireless pace.
“oh-fuck-jungkook.” the feeling of his cock stretching you completely is nearly painful, it’s like he was punishing you, the roughness of his thrusts sending shockwaves through your body.
“this is what you wanted, isn’t it? you wanted me to lose control, to fuck you like this.” he wraps an arm under your knee as he pushes it against your chest, the new position sending your head spinning as his cock drills directly against your g-spot.
“t-too much, kook—“
“aww my pretty baby. you were practically begging me to fuck you like this, and now you can’t take it?” his tone mocks you, mocks your state and your eyes widen as you feel him begin to slow his hips.
“come on, i want to hear you beg for it again. you wanted it hard, remember?” he smirks down at you as his hips nearly come to a complete stop.
you’re now a whimpering mess, your lower body squirming as you whimper out to him.
“what is it baby, hmm? do you want more or not?” he leans down, his head in the crook of your neck again as he breathes out, his cock slowly stretching your walls as he awaits your response.
“ugh—kook. please.” he smiles into your skin as he hears you fall back into a vulnerable state, losing any sense of control you thought you might have as he begins to pick up his pace again, moving your legs to wrap around his waist as he rolls his hips up into you sensually.
“such a whiny little brat. is this better for my baby?” his voice is deep, the raspiness of it sending a shiver down your spine as your body naturally meets his movements, the two of you moving perfectly in sync as he molds into you, your hands gripping his shoulders tightly.
every thrust, every roll of his hips, random kiss on your neck or whisper into your ear, it was all deliberate. it was like he knew your body perfectly without ever touching it, like he knew exactly what buttons to press that made you want to claw the skin off his back, and it wasn’t long before you felt the coil in your stomach return.
your moans are falling freely now, your grip on his shoulders tightening as you find anything to ground you, but your mind was completely lost in the moment, spinning nearly a million miles an hour, and it wasn’t long before jungkook noticed your dilemma.
“that’s it, just like that… you’re close, aren’t you, baby?” he rasps into your ear, his kisses falling down to your collarbone as he brings his hands up to your head, soothingly pushing the hair out from your face, and it only made the coil in your stomach tighten more.
you were a moaning mess, everything falling freely from your lips without any sense of reasoning.
“look at you, so desperate for it.” he speaks carefully, pulling away from your chest. he brings a hand to the back of your head before pulling you into an intense kiss, his hips still holding their pace perfectly as you finally topple over the edge, your body convulsing around him as your legs shake relentlessly, causing him to bring his other hand to the legs around his waist to stabilize them quickly.
before you’re able to fully grasp how hard you came, you feel him gently lay your head back down before bringing his body up above you, admiring the mess between your thighs as his pace begins to get rougher again.
“you have no fucking idea how good you feel, do you?” he feels his balls twitch at the sight of your legs, covered in a mixture of your juices, shaking relentlessly as you try desperately to recover from your high, blissfully unaware of his quickening pace.
“ahh-kook.” you squeal, your mind finally returning as you feel his cock nudge your already sensitive g-spot with every thrust.
he leans down once more, gripping your hands in his as he brings them over your head to hold you in place, your body fighting involuntarily from the dull pain building inside of you.
“fuck, i don’t want to hurt you baby, but i need you so bad… just hold out a little longer.” his thrusts are messy as he feels himself begin to reach his high as well, the tightening of your cunt only making it harder for him.
“i can’t—too much.” you squeal out, your arms wiggling harshly in an attempt to escape his hold, but it’s no use, not when he’s so close, not when you feel so good.
he feels his cock twitch at your resistance, a sadistic side of him brewing, one that he’s fought to keep hidden.
he stifles a groan, his head dipping down as he fucks into you rougher.
“fuck—please don’t beg, you’ll just make it harder.”
his hips are now at an inhumane pace, your body going completely numb as his cock drills into you relentlessly. it seems like it’ll never end, your cunt only getting tighter with each thrust as every nerve inside of you begins to tense.
“fuck—close baby.” he barely whispers before you feel his hips bottom out inside of you, his cum filling you up completely as it seeps into your walls with ease.
he ducks his head down, catching his breath for a moment before realizing the intensity of the situation. he brings his hand down to his cock and pulls it out carefully, trying his best not to fixate on how perfect your cunt looked when it’s pulsing red and spitting out his cum.
he quickly addresses the state of your body, shaking under his touch as he wraps an arm around your back and pulls you close to him.
“you did so well, baby. are you okay?” the gentleness of his voice pulls you back to reality and you find yourself quickly falling into his arms, his touch consuming you indefinitely.
you nod against his chest, your frame feeling slightly more fragile than normal as he swiftly picks you up and carries you to the bathroom, cleaning you as best as he can.
“my sweet girl, you’re mine, you’re safe.” he coos, peppering affectionate kisses and touches on your skin with every piece he cleans.
it was like you were meeting him all over again, a different side of him that you had yet to experience. even if it was scary at first, you knew that you couldn’t live without him, even if you wanted to. you were his whether you liked it or not.
Summary: All you wanted was to try a Ghostface trend but forgot that Jeon Jungkook never does anything halfway.
Word count : 3k ( almost ig)
warnings: :This is a consensual roleplay story with themes, chase & hide kink, mask kink and pretend predator/prey dynamics, scary & eerie Jungkook, mean & menacing dirty talk, heavy degradation, rough sex on the floor, choking, spitting, creampie, messy oral (face-fucking), squirting and morally questionable dirty talk during the scene. Reader is extremely into it trust me and nothing is without consent, later bombarded you guys with soft aftercare, fluff and loving Jungkook
A/N : Don't. Just don't come at me asking about my sense of morality because I'm done. I'm counting my days at this point. Inspo 🙀
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You were sprawled across the bed..facing your husband's feet and hugging one of his legs while mindlessly scrolling through TikTok. Yet another video popped up of girls screaming and running around while their men chased them wearing nothing but a Ghostface mask.
To be honest...you'd been kind of intrigued by the trend ever since it started blowing up.
Lowering your phone..you glanced at your boyfriend. He was lying comfortably beside you one hand tucked behind his head and your leg draped across his torso while he scrolled through his own phone. Probably reblogging something or posting another Instagram story that would give army mini heart attacks.
"Gguk," you called...your eyes shining with mischief. "Mmh?" he hummed without looking up..still scrolling.
You suddenly sat up..making him fumble and nearly drop his phone. "I have an idea."
"You couldn't be any less subtle about it, baby?" he laughed shaking his head..sitting up as well.
"Don't laugh first." You shoved your phone right in front of his face. He leaned back slightly before squinting at the screen..watching the video.
"We should try this trend, baby. Remember those Ghostface masks we bought last to last year for Halloween? I think We still have them."
"The Ghostface thing?" he asked, eyebrows knitting together as he replayed the clip.
You nodded eagerly."Yeah. You know... the mask... chasing and... well... you know."
You awkwardly gestured with your hands getting flustered...trying to explain.
A teasing smirk slowly spread across his face. "So... you're saying you want me to chase you then fuck you? "
You snatched your phone back almost instantly and smacked the back of his head. "Yah! Don't say it like that."
"...But yes."
Your cheeks were already warming.
The thing about Jungkook was that he was just as weird as you. He'd happily entertain almost any ridiculous idea if it sounded exciting enough..especially if it made you smile. That didn't mean he wasn't soft. If anything...it was one of the things you loved most about him. He could go from being an absolute menace to the gentlest person you'd ever known in a heartbeat.
He laughed and pulled you closer by the waist and pressed a quick kiss to your lips.."Yeah...its hot" he murmured with a grin. "I can see why people are into it. Let's do it."
You immediately slipped off the bed..standing there in nothing but one of his oversized T-shirts.
"Okay... when do we start?" you asked..folding your arms across your chest..pretending the idea itself wasn't already making you wet.
Jungkook stood up too..suddenly looking much more serious than before. "Go hide somewhere, baby," he said. "Give me a few minutes." His unexpectedly committed expression made you burst into laughter. "You're taking this way too seriously."
"You asked for the full experience." He raised his eyebrows as if slipping into the character right away.
Still giggling but now a little nervou....you opened the dresser drawer and grabbed the old Ghostface mask and tossed it toward him.
"Call my name when you're done?." You said while walking out of the room and he nodded while catching the mask effortlessly.
The door clicked shut behind you.
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You disappeared into the bathroom near the kitchen and stared at yourself in the mirror. Your heartbeat was already racing.
You checked the time on your phone, then shut it off. You fixed your hair and splashed cold water on your face and took a deep breath before stepping back into the hallway.
The apartment was quiet. Most lights were off and only the dim red light strips Jungkook had installed the ones he said looked better in his lives cast a low and eerie glow. Jungkook was nowhere to be seen.
You walked forward slowly. “Babe?” No answer.
The apartment felt unsettling quiet..making your throat go dry. As you looked around your phone suddenly rang...the sound making you jump.
"Unknown number"
You answered the call with shaky fingers. Only heavy breathing came through the other side, “Hello?” you said, still No answer, “Hello? Who’s this?” you tried again then his voice came through low and rough. “Shouldn’t have answered the call, dove.” He breathed heavily into the phone.
Your stomach flipped. “B-baby, what—?” You laughed, scared shitless. “What’s with the number??”
“Tsk tsk.”
“Who-who are you?” You played along catching his subtle warning.
“Have patience, darling. Maybe turn around and see me yourself?” He said it calmly and instantly disconnected the call. You spun arounsd but no one was there you're heart was pounding loudly by now abd then you turned back to your original position and there he was...standing near the balcony.
You shrieked. “God!”
You stumbled back a few steps. He was wearing nothing but his jeans...his toned abs on full display...hand tattoos glowing under the red lights and that Ghostface mask… it made you cunt throb because you're boyfriend looked so damn unreal.
“You’re so obedient, my love,” the masked man said...walking slowly toward you like he had all the time in the world. “Following my orders like a good fucking girl.”
“Who-how? Who are you?” you asked...fully committed to the act even though you were very terrified. “You should keep your windows locked, dove. Anyone could come inside.” He tsked, mocking you.
Before you could answer him he said, “Run…”
“Gguk, come on-” he cut you off mid sentence,“Run.” His voice was calm this time..a pause and he continued, “If I catch you… I kill you.” he started walking towards you with larger steps now.
You shrieked and bolted...your bare feet slapped against the wooden floor as you sprinted into the living room...almost slipping while dodging around the couch. Heavy footsteps came after you.
As if he already knew you weren’t getting away..
You didn’t dare look back. You could hear his breathing through the mask..slightly muffled but very real...another slow footstep..then another..yhen suddenly… nothing...his footsteps stopped.
You kept running anyway...ducking behind the kitchen counter. Your chest rose and fell hard. You strained to hear any sound but there was just Silence.
Only the soft sound refrigerator humming and your own frantic heartbeat could be heard. “…Babe?” you whispered...trying not to laugh at how scared you sounded.
No answer came so you peeked around the corner....it was empty.
So you got up and checked the guest room but it was also empty. The bathroom and the balcony was empty too so you called him out.
“Jungkook?”
The apartment suddenly felt much bigger than it actually was because every shadow looked wrong and every doorway felt like someone was standing just out of sight.
You slowly walked back into the hallway, hugging your own arms. “This isn’t funny anymore…”
You took another step. The floor creaked beneath your feet...You froze.
“…Baby?”
Silence....
“Okay… I give up.”
Just as you let out a nervous laugh and turned toward the bedroom......Someone was standing in the doorway...Perfectly still as if waiting for the perfect moment to pounce on you.
You didn’t even know how long he’d been there...but his head slowly tilted to one side and not a word he said but those hollow black eyes locked onto you.
A scream tore out of your throat and stumbled backward on instinct before turning to run again.
The moment you moved…He moved too..and this time his arm snapped around your waist strongly...yanking you back hard against his bare...burning-hot chest.
You shrieked so loudly that you were sure tomorrow someone will definitely make a complaint about it.
The cold mask pressed against the side of your neck and you felt his hot breath through the fabric as he growled low.
"Got you. "
His voice came out as a lowand distorted growl through the Ghostface mask and before you could even breathe...Jungkook spun you around and shoved you down onto the hardwood floor. Your knees hit first..then your palms...the cold wood made you gasp. He was on you instantly...heavy and terrifying. The mask hovered right behind your ear as he pinned your chest down with one hand between your shoulder blades...forcing your ass up.
“Too much?” he rasped, already yanking the oversized t-shirt up over your hips. “Tap my bicep twice and I’ll stop.” You nodded frantically against the floor.
He laughed darkly the sound sending chills down your spine...,“But that’s useless, isn’t it, dove?” He shoved two thick fingers into your soaked pussy without warning...curling them viciously. “I’m going to fuck you too dumb to even remember how to tap.”
You cried out..already drooling on the floor as he finger-fucked you hard and fast...the wet and obscene squelching sounds filling the room. He added a third finger...stretching you open while his thumb rubbed rough circles on your clit.
“Say it,” he growled..pumping faster. “Tell me why your windows were unlocked.”
You sobbed...hips jerking back against his hand..,“B-because… I wanted you to come in…”
“Louder, darling.” he cut you off... “I wanted you to creep in and ruin me!” you cried..tears spilling down your cheeks.
“Good girl.” He pulled his fingers out with a filthy wet sound and slapped your pussy once...making you jolt. Then he freed his thick and heavy cock and slammed into you in one brutal thrust
You screamed...nails scratching against the hardwood as he started pounding you mercilessly on the floor.
Every deep stroke made your tits drag against the wood...your cheek pressed to the cold surface while the Ghostface mask stayed locked in place above you.
“Does your boyfriend know?” he taunted...voice menacing through the mask as he railed you..,“Does he know his sweet little girlfriend is on the floor getting fucked stupid by a stranger’s cock?”
“N-no-ahh!” you sobbed...pleasure ripping through you so hard your vision blurred. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked your head back...forcing you to arch deeper.
“Say it. Tell me what a filthy little dove you are.”
“I’m a filth-!” you wailed, drooling and crying as he destroyed your pussy. “I’m getting fucked stupid on someone else’s dick!”
“That’s right.” His hips snapped harder...the sound of skin slapping skin loud and wet...,“Making such a fucking mess on the floor like a desperate little dove. Look at you dripping everywhere baby.”
He suddenly pulled out...leaving you clenching around nothing.
You whined pathetically until he sat back against the bed frame and dragged you forward by the hair,“Open your mouth.”
The mask loomed over you as he pushed his cock past your lips and straight into your throat. You gagged hard...tears pouring down your face while he fucked your mouth with deep and controlled thrusts.
“Eyes up,” he ordered and you looked up at the terrifying white mask...choking and moaning around his thick length. Spit dripped down your chin onto your chest and the floor.
“Messy fucking girl,” he groaned...voice distorted. “Crying on my cock while your boyfriend is somewhere out there. Does he know you love being used like this?”
You shook your head weakly...sobbing around his cock. He pulled out suddenly...strings of spit connecting your swollen lips to his glistening length.
“Beg for it.” jungkook said, “Please… please fuck me,” you cried, voice hoarse and broken. “Please just ruin-me-”
He flipped you onto your back on the cold floor..spread your legs wide and slammed back inside your dripping cunt. The new angle made you scream...back arching as he pounded you mercilessly. His hand wrapped around your throat not squeezing hard...just holding you in place while the mask stared down at your tear-streaked and ruined face.
“Gonna cum all over a stranger’s cock, aren’t you?” he snarled. “Say it.”
“I’m gonna cum-I’m cumming-!” you sobbed...body convulsing violently as your orgasm crashed through you.
You squirted messily all over his cock and the floor...shaking and crying from the intensity.
Jungkook growled deep in his chest and buried himself into you deep...flooding your pussy with thick..hot cum. He stayed deep inside you..grinding slowly...letting you milk every last drop while you twitched and whimpered beneath him
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You lay trembling and ruined on the cold hardwood floor...thighs shaking..tears still slipping down your flushed cheeks. Your pussy throbbed and leaking a messy mix of both your releases onto the wood beneath you. You could barely think straight..mind fuzzy...body buzzing.
The Ghostface mask hovered above you for a few more seconds… then Jungkook finally reached up and pulled it off.
His face was flushed..hair messy and damp with sweat and eyes soft and full of love the moment they met yours. The terrifying ghost face was gone replacing with your boyfriend now.
“Baby…” he breathed, voice hoarse but incredibly gentle.
He tossed the mask aside and immediately gathered you into his arms...lifting you off the messy floor and onto the bed like you weighed nothing. He pulled you against his chest...wrapping you up completely in his warm and strong embrace. His skin was hot and slightly sticky...heart still racing under your cheek.
“You okay, my love?” he whispered..pressing soft kisses to your forehead...your wet cheeks and uour swollen lips. His fingers stroked slow...soothing circles up and down your spine. “Was it too much baby? Be honest..im sorry if it was.”
You shook your head weakly...still sniffling and trembling in his arms. “It was… so much. Scary… but so good. I loved it.”
He let out a relieved chuckle and held you tighter....one hand gently brushing your messy hair out of your face. “You were so perfect, baby. So fucking good for me.” He kissed the top of your head again and again...rocking you gently. “My strong, brave girl.”
You curled deeper into his chest....feeling safe and small in his arms after everything he’d just done to you. He reached down and gently wiped the tears from your cheeks with his thumb, then kissed where they had been.
“I made such a mess on the floor,” you mumbled shylyand embarrassed now that the heat had faded.
Jungkook laughed softly...the sound warm and fond. “I’ll clean it later..don't think about it. ” He pulled the blanket over both of you and tucked you closer and his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your hip. “You were crying so pretty… taking everything I gave you like my perfect little dove.”
You blushed hard and hid your face in his neck. He smiled and kept kissing you...soft andbloving kisses everywhere he could reach.
After a few quiet minutes...he tilted your chin up so you could see his eyes.
“We should do this shit way more often,” he murmured...voice low and sincere. “Maybe next time I’ll chase you with the lights completely off… or tie you up first so you really can’t run.” He smirked...but his eyes stayed soft with a hint of mischief. “Only if you want to baby, of course.”
You shivered at the promise but nodded...feeling warm and loved in his arms.
“I love you,” he whispered...pressing one last gentle kiss to your lips. “So much. You did amazing, baby.”
He held you like that for a long time...stroking your hair and rubbing your back...whispering sweet praises until your breathing evened out and lulled you into a warm...safe haze in his arms.
Summary: All you wanted was to try a Ghostface trend but forgot that Jeon Jungkook never does anything halfway.
Word count : 3k ( almost ig)
warnings: :This is a consensual roleplay story with themes, chase & hide kink, mask kink and pretend predator/prey dynamics, scary & eerie Jungkook, mean & menacing dirty talk, heavy degradation, rough sex on the floor, choking, spitting, creampie, messy oral (face-fucking), squirting and morally questionable dirty talk during the scene. Reader is extremely into it trust me and nothing is without consent, later bombarded you guys with soft aftercare, fluff and loving Jungkook
A/N : Don't. Just don't come at me asking about my sense of morality because I'm done. I'm counting my days at this point. Inspo 🙀
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You were sprawled across the bed..facing your husband's feet and hugging one of his legs while mindlessly scrolling through TikTok. Yet another video popped up of girls screaming and running around while their men chased them wearing nothing but a Ghostface mask.
To be honest...you'd been kind of intrigued by the trend ever since it started blowing up.
Lowering your phone..you glanced at your boyfriend. He was lying comfortably beside you one hand tucked behind his head and your leg draped across his torso while he scrolled through his own phone. Probably reblogging something or posting another Instagram story that would give army mini heart attacks.
"Gguk," you called...your eyes shining with mischief. "Mmh?" he hummed without looking up..still scrolling.
You suddenly sat up..making him fumble and nearly drop his phone. "I have an idea."
"You couldn't be any less subtle about it, baby?" he laughed shaking his head..sitting up as well.
"Don't laugh first." You shoved your phone right in front of his face. He leaned back slightly before squinting at the screen..watching the video.
"We should try this trend, baby. Remember those Ghostface masks we bought last to last year for Halloween? I think We still have them."
"The Ghostface thing?" he asked, eyebrows knitting together as he replayed the clip.
You nodded eagerly."Yeah. You know... the mask... chasing and... well... you know."
You awkwardly gestured with your hands getting flustered...trying to explain.
A teasing smirk slowly spread across his face. "So... you're saying you want me to chase you then fuck you? "
You snatched your phone back almost instantly and smacked the back of his head. "Yah! Don't say it like that."
"...But yes."
Your cheeks were already warming.
The thing about Jungkook was that he was just as weird as you. He'd happily entertain almost any ridiculous idea if it sounded exciting enough..especially if it made you smile. That didn't mean he wasn't soft. If anything...it was one of the things you loved most about him. He could go from being an absolute menace to the gentlest person you'd ever known in a heartbeat.
He laughed and pulled you closer by the waist and pressed a quick kiss to your lips.."Yeah...its hot" he murmured with a grin. "I can see why people are into it. Let's do it."
You immediately slipped off the bed..standing there in nothing but one of his oversized T-shirts.
"Okay... when do we start?" you asked..folding your arms across your chest..pretending the idea itself wasn't already making you wet.
Jungkook stood up too..suddenly looking much more serious than before. "Go hide somewhere, baby," he said. "Give me a few minutes." His unexpectedly committed expression made you burst into laughter. "You're taking this way too seriously."
"You asked for the full experience." He raised his eyebrows as if slipping into the character right away.
Still giggling but now a little nervou....you opened the dresser drawer and grabbed the old Ghostface mask and tossed it toward him.
"Call my name when you're done?." You said while walking out of the room and he nodded while catching the mask effortlessly.
The door clicked shut behind you.
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You disappeared into the bathroom near the kitchen and stared at yourself in the mirror. Your heartbeat was already racing.
You checked the time on your phone, then shut it off. You fixed your hair and splashed cold water on your face and took a deep breath before stepping back into the hallway.
The apartment was quiet. Most lights were off and only the dim red light strips Jungkook had installed the ones he said looked better in his lives cast a low and eerie glow. Jungkook was nowhere to be seen.
You walked forward slowly. “Babe?” No answer.
The apartment felt unsettling quiet..making your throat go dry. As you looked around your phone suddenly rang...the sound making you jump.
"Unknown number"
You answered the call with shaky fingers. Only heavy breathing came through the other side, “Hello?” you said, still No answer, “Hello? Who’s this?” you tried again then his voice came through low and rough. “Shouldn’t have answered the call, dove.” He breathed heavily into the phone.
Your stomach flipped. “B-baby, what—?” You laughed, scared shitless. “What’s with the number??”
“Tsk tsk.”
“Who-who are you?” You played along catching his subtle warning.
“Have patience, darling. Maybe turn around and see me yourself?” He said it calmly and instantly disconnected the call. You spun arounsd but no one was there you're heart was pounding loudly by now abd then you turned back to your original position and there he was...standing near the balcony.
You shrieked. “God!”
You stumbled back a few steps. He was wearing nothing but his jeans...his toned abs on full display...hand tattoos glowing under the red lights and that Ghostface mask… it made you cunt throb because you're boyfriend looked so damn unreal.
“You’re so obedient, my love,” the masked man said...walking slowly toward you like he had all the time in the world. “Following my orders like a good fucking girl.”
“Who-how? Who are you?” you asked...fully committed to the act even though you were very terrified. “You should keep your windows locked, dove. Anyone could come inside.” He tsked, mocking you.
Before you could answer him he said, “Run…”
“Gguk, come on-” he cut you off mid sentence,“Run.” His voice was calm this time..a pause and he continued, “If I catch you… I kill you.” he started walking towards you with larger steps now.
You shrieked and bolted...your bare feet slapped against the wooden floor as you sprinted into the living room...almost slipping while dodging around the couch. Heavy footsteps came after you.
As if he already knew you weren’t getting away..
You didn’t dare look back. You could hear his breathing through the mask..slightly muffled but very real...another slow footstep..then another..yhen suddenly… nothing...his footsteps stopped.
You kept running anyway...ducking behind the kitchen counter. Your chest rose and fell hard. You strained to hear any sound but there was just Silence.
Only the soft sound refrigerator humming and your own frantic heartbeat could be heard. “…Babe?” you whispered...trying not to laugh at how scared you sounded.
No answer came so you peeked around the corner....it was empty.
So you got up and checked the guest room but it was also empty. The bathroom and the balcony was empty too so you called him out.
“Jungkook?”
The apartment suddenly felt much bigger than it actually was because every shadow looked wrong and every doorway felt like someone was standing just out of sight.
You slowly walked back into the hallway, hugging your own arms. “This isn’t funny anymore…”
You took another step. The floor creaked beneath your feet...You froze.
“…Baby?”
Silence....
“Okay… I give up.”
Just as you let out a nervous laugh and turned toward the bedroom......Someone was standing in the doorway...Perfectly still as if waiting for the perfect moment to pounce on you.
You didn’t even know how long he’d been there...but his head slowly tilted to one side and not a word he said but those hollow black eyes locked onto you.
A scream tore out of your throat and stumbled backward on instinct before turning to run again.
The moment you moved…He moved too..and this time his arm snapped around your waist strongly...yanking you back hard against his bare...burning-hot chest.
You shrieked so loudly that you were sure tomorrow someone will definitely make a complaint about it.
The cold mask pressed against the side of your neck and you felt his hot breath through the fabric as he growled low.
"Got you. "
His voice came out as a lowand distorted growl through the Ghostface mask and before you could even breathe...Jungkook spun you around and shoved you down onto the hardwood floor. Your knees hit first..then your palms...the cold wood made you gasp. He was on you instantly...heavy and terrifying. The mask hovered right behind your ear as he pinned your chest down with one hand between your shoulder blades...forcing your ass up.
“Too much?” he rasped, already yanking the oversized t-shirt up over your hips. “Tap my bicep twice and I’ll stop.” You nodded frantically against the floor.
He laughed darkly the sound sending chills down your spine...,“But that’s useless, isn’t it, dove?” He shoved two thick fingers into your soaked pussy without warning...curling them viciously. “I’m going to fuck you too dumb to even remember how to tap.”
You cried out..already drooling on the floor as he finger-fucked you hard and fast...the wet and obscene squelching sounds filling the room. He added a third finger...stretching you open while his thumb rubbed rough circles on your clit.
“Say it,” he growled..pumping faster. “Tell me why your windows were unlocked.”
You sobbed...hips jerking back against his hand..,“B-because… I wanted you to come in…”
“Louder, darling.” he cut you off... “I wanted you to creep in and ruin me!” you cried..tears spilling down your cheeks.
“Good girl.” He pulled his fingers out with a filthy wet sound and slapped your pussy once...making you jolt. Then he freed his thick and heavy cock and slammed into you in one brutal thrust
You screamed...nails scratching against the hardwood as he started pounding you mercilessly on the floor.
Every deep stroke made your tits drag against the wood...your cheek pressed to the cold surface while the Ghostface mask stayed locked in place above you.
“Does your boyfriend know?” he taunted...voice menacing through the mask as he railed you..,“Does he know his sweet little girlfriend is on the floor getting fucked stupid by a stranger’s cock?”
“N-no-ahh!” you sobbed...pleasure ripping through you so hard your vision blurred. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked your head back...forcing you to arch deeper.
“Say it. Tell me what a filthy little dove you are.”
“I’m a filth-!” you wailed, drooling and crying as he destroyed your pussy. “I’m getting fucked stupid on someone else’s dick!”
“That’s right.” His hips snapped harder...the sound of skin slapping skin loud and wet...,“Making such a fucking mess on the floor like a desperate little dove. Look at you dripping everywhere baby.”
He suddenly pulled out...leaving you clenching around nothing.
You whined pathetically until he sat back against the bed frame and dragged you forward by the hair,“Open your mouth.”
The mask loomed over you as he pushed his cock past your lips and straight into your throat. You gagged hard...tears pouring down your face while he fucked your mouth with deep and controlled thrusts.
“Eyes up,” he ordered and you looked up at the terrifying white mask...choking and moaning around his thick length. Spit dripped down your chin onto your chest and the floor.
“Messy fucking girl,” he groaned...voice distorted. “Crying on my cock while your boyfriend is somewhere out there. Does he know you love being used like this?”
You shook your head weakly...sobbing around his cock. He pulled out suddenly...strings of spit connecting your swollen lips to his glistening length.
“Beg for it.” jungkook said, “Please… please fuck me,” you cried, voice hoarse and broken. “Please just ruin-me-”
He flipped you onto your back on the cold floor..spread your legs wide and slammed back inside your dripping cunt. The new angle made you scream...back arching as he pounded you mercilessly. His hand wrapped around your throat not squeezing hard...just holding you in place while the mask stared down at your tear-streaked and ruined face.
“Gonna cum all over a stranger’s cock, aren’t you?” he snarled. “Say it.”
“I’m gonna cum-I’m cumming-!” you sobbed...body convulsing violently as your orgasm crashed through you.
You squirted messily all over his cock and the floor...shaking and crying from the intensity.
Jungkook growled deep in his chest and buried himself into you deep...flooding your pussy with thick..hot cum. He stayed deep inside you..grinding slowly...letting you milk every last drop while you twitched and whimpered beneath him
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You lay trembling and ruined on the cold hardwood floor...thighs shaking..tears still slipping down your flushed cheeks. Your pussy throbbed and leaking a messy mix of both your releases onto the wood beneath you. You could barely think straight..mind fuzzy...body buzzing.
The Ghostface mask hovered above you for a few more seconds… then Jungkook finally reached up and pulled it off.
His face was flushed..hair messy and damp with sweat and eyes soft and full of love the moment they met yours. The terrifying ghost face was gone replacing with your boyfriend now.
“Baby…” he breathed, voice hoarse but incredibly gentle.
He tossed the mask aside and immediately gathered you into his arms...lifting you off the messy floor and onto the bed like you weighed nothing. He pulled you against his chest...wrapping you up completely in his warm and strong embrace. His skin was hot and slightly sticky...heart still racing under your cheek.
“You okay, my love?” he whispered..pressing soft kisses to your forehead...your wet cheeks and uour swollen lips. His fingers stroked slow...soothing circles up and down your spine. “Was it too much baby? Be honest..im sorry if it was.”
You shook your head weakly...still sniffling and trembling in his arms. “It was… so much. Scary… but so good. I loved it.”
He let out a relieved chuckle and held you tighter....one hand gently brushing your messy hair out of your face. “You were so perfect, baby. So fucking good for me.” He kissed the top of your head again and again...rocking you gently. “My strong, brave girl.”
You curled deeper into his chest....feeling safe and small in his arms after everything he’d just done to you. He reached down and gently wiped the tears from your cheeks with his thumb, then kissed where they had been.
“I made such a mess on the floor,” you mumbled shylyand embarrassed now that the heat had faded.
Jungkook laughed softly...the sound warm and fond. “I’ll clean it later..don't think about it. ” He pulled the blanket over both of you and tucked you closer and his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your hip. “You were crying so pretty… taking everything I gave you like my perfect little dove.”
You blushed hard and hid your face in his neck. He smiled and kept kissing you...soft andbloving kisses everywhere he could reach.
After a few quiet minutes...he tilted your chin up so you could see his eyes.
“We should do this shit way more often,” he murmured...voice low and sincere. “Maybe next time I’ll chase you with the lights completely off… or tie you up first so you really can’t run.” He smirked...but his eyes stayed soft with a hint of mischief. “Only if you want to baby, of course.”
You shivered at the promise but nodded...feeling warm and loved in his arms.
“I love you,” he whispered...pressing one last gentle kiss to your lips. “So much. You did amazing, baby.”
He held you like that for a long time...stroking your hair and rubbing your back...whispering sweet praises until your breathing evened out and lulled you into a warm...safe haze in his arms.
