warnings : jungkook is a manipulative bitch. ( slightly though ) vulgar language. oc has like zero self respect. ( STAND UPP ladies ) unprotected sex. he eats her out. overstimulation. breeding kink. bigdick!jk. he’s way too big for her and he makes sure she knows. he cums in her. he videotapes them & oc while they’re fucking. he uses another girl to make oc jealous. (. ) I’m being so honest literally pure porn with a plot.
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**Title:** Tangled in the Crossfire – Part 2 (Safehouse)
**Pairing:** Jungkook (first-person POV) × Reader (You)
**Genre:** Mafia AU, Enemies-to-Lovers, Dark Romance, Toxic Possessiveness, Explicit Smut
**Warnings:** Extremely graphic sex, rough/possessive fucking, degradation + praise, choking, spitting, breeding kink undertones, overstimulation, gunplay tension, toxic “you’re mine even if I hate you” dynamic. 18+ only.
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We barely made it through the safehouse door before I had you slammed against it.
The metal rattled. Rain still poured outside like the sky was pissed at us too. My chest heaved, blood from the cut on my brow mixing with sweat as I towered over you. You looked wrecked already—lips swollen from the warehouse, thighs sticky with my cum from earlier, eyes wide with that mix of fear and fuck-me hunger that drove me insane.
“Strip,” I ordered, voice low and rough, no room for argument. My hand was already on my belt, yanking it open with one sharp tug. “Now. I want to see what’s mine before I decide whether to fuck you or shoot you for making me this weak.”
You hesitated half a second. Big mistake.
I grabbed your jaw, forcing your face up to mine. My thumb pressed into your lower lip, pulling it down. “Don’t test me tonight, baby. I just ran through bullets for a pussy that’s supposed to belong to my enemy. You’re lucky I’m not bending you over and breeding you against this door until you can’t walk.”
Your breath hitched. Your hands moved fast, peeling off the ruined clothes until you stood there naked, tits heaving, nipples hard from the cold and the adrenaline. My cock jerked at the sight—thick, heavy, already leaking again just from looking at you. I was still half-hard from the warehouse, but one glance at your dripping cunt and I was rock-solid, veins bulging, head flushed dark.
I kicked your legs apart with my boot. “Look at you. Still leaking my cum like a desperate little slut. Did you like feeling me drip out of you while we ran? Bet your thighs were rubbing together the whole way here, getting yourself off on the thought of the man who could kill you filling you up again.”
You whimpered. I smirked, dark and mean, and shoved two thick fingers straight into your soaked pussy without warning. You clenched hard, a gush of wetness coating my hand instantly.
“Fuck, you’re pathetic,”
I growled, pumping my fingers fast and deep, curling them against that spongy spot that made your knees buckle. “Soaking for the enemy. Your daddy would disown you if he knew his precious little girl was creaming on Jeon Jungkook’s fingers.”
I added a third finger, stretching you open roughly, thumb grinding circles on your swollen clit. Your moans turned into broken sobs, hips grinding down on my hand like you couldn’t help it. I leaned in, breath hot against your ear.
“Say it. Tell me whose cunt this is.”
“Yours—Jungkook, it’s yours—”
“Louder.” I scissored my fingers viciously, making you cry out. “Tell me while my fingers are ruining you.”
“It’s yours! Fuck—please—”
I pulled my fingers out suddenly, strings of your arousal connecting us. I brought them to your mouth and shoved them past your lips. “Clean them. Taste how much you hate me.”
You sucked greedily, eyes glassy, tongue swirling. Good girl. But I wasn’t done making you suffer.
I spun you around, bending you over the small kitchen counter. Your tits pressed against the cold surface, ass up and presented like an offering. I freed my cock fully—thick, long, heavy in my fist. I slapped it against your ass cheeks a few times, letting you feel the weight, the heat.
“You’re going to take every inch,” I said, lining up at your entrance. “And you’re going to thank me for it.”
I thrust in hard, bottoming out in one brutal stroke. Your walls fluttered wildly around me, so tight and wet it almost hurt. I groaned loud, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. “Shit—still so fucking tight even after I stretched you earlier. Greedy pussy sucking me in like it missed me.”
I didn’t start slow. I fucked you like I owned you—deep, punishing thrusts that slammed the counter against the wall with every snap of my hips. The sound of skin slapping skin was obscene, wet and loud, mixing with your moans and my grunts.
“Feel that?” I snarled, one hand fisting your hair, yanking your head back so I could bite your neck. “That’s my cock ruining you for anyone else. No other man is ever going to feel this tight heat. You’re mine now. My dirty little enemy whore.”
You came hard the first time—walls clamping down like a vice, squirting a little around my cock as your legs shook. I laughed darkly, not slowing down. “Already? Pathetic. I’m not even close.”
I pulled out, flipped you onto your back on the counter, and hooked your legs over my shoulders. The new angle let me go impossibly deeper. I pounded into you, watching your tits bounce with every thrust, watching my thick cock disappear into your stretched, creamy pussy.
“Look at me,” I commanded. When your eyes fluttered open, I spit directly onto your clit and rubbed it in with my thumb, fast and mean. “Watch how I fuck you. Watch how your body betrays you for me.”
You came again—harder, screaming my name, back arching off the counter. I kept fucking you through it, chasing my own edge but holding back on purpose, making it last. Making you feel every thick inch dragging against your walls.
But the real toxicity came when I slowed, grinding deep instead of thrusting. I wrapped one hand around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your eyes roll back. My other hand pinned your wrists above your head.
“You think you can control this?” I whispered, voice dangerous and low, lips brushing yours. “You think you can walk away after I’ve had you like this? No. You’re staying right here, filled with my cum every night until you forget what your own family name even means.”
I started moving again—slow, deep, deliberate rolls of my hips that hit that perfect spot over and over. My cock throbbed inside you, so hard it felt like steel. “Gonna breed this pussy tonight. Pump you so full you’ll be leaking for days. And you’re going to beg me for it like the desperate slut you are.”
Your third orgasm hit you like a freight train—body convulsing, pussy gushing around me, tears slipping down your cheeks from the intensity. The way you clenched and fluttered, the way your voice broke on my name… it was too much.
I buried myself to the hilt and came with a guttural groan, flooding you with thick, hot ropes of cum. So much it overflowed immediately, dripping down your ass onto the counter. I kept grinding through it, pushing it deeper, marking you from the inside.
When I finally pulled out, I didn’t let you rest. I dropped to my knees, shoved your thighs apart, and licked my own cum from your abused, puffy cunt. I sucked your clit until you were thrashing and trying to push me away from overstimulation, then stood up, cock still half-hard, and shoved back inside you for one more slow, lazy thrust.
“Round two in the bedroom,” I murmured against your lips, voice husky and possessive. “And this time I’m tying you to the bed so you can’t run when you remember you’re supposed to hate me.”
Outside, distant sirens wailed. They were still looking.
Inside, I carried your limp, cum-drenched body toward the bed, already planning how I’d ruin you until sunrise.
You were mine. Toxic. Dangerous. Irresistible.
And I wasn’t letting go.
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**End of Part 2.**
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