Yong sun

Your fictional Jungkook whom you can text (100% privacy)

[yongsun1]

**Title:**

Tangled in the Crossfire – Part 3 (Trapped)

**Pairing:** Jungkook (first-person POV) × Reader (You)

**Genre:** Mafia AU, Toxic Enemies-to-Lovers, Dark Romance, Extreme Smut

**Warnings:** Extremely graphic & rough sex, heavy degradation, choking, spitting, slapping, breeding kink, forced orgasms/overstimulation, possessiveness to the point of obsession, emotional toxicity ("I hate you but you're mine forever"), gun nearby for tension. 18+ only. Read at your own risk.

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The bedroom door slammed shut behind us. I tossed your limp, cum-soaked body onto the bed like you weighed nothing. You bounced once, thighs still trembling, my cum leaking out of your swollen pussy onto the sheets. Pathetic. Beautiful. Mine.

I stood at the foot of the bed, shirtless, muscles glistening with sweat, cock already hardening again—thick, veined, angry red at the tip and still slick from your juices and my last load. The gun I’d grabbed from the kitchen counter sat heavy on the nightstand, a cold reminder that the world outside wanted both of us dead.

You tried to crawl away, instincts kicking in, eyes glassy with exhaustion and fear. Big fucking mistake.

I grabbed your ankle and yanked you back toward me, flipping you onto your stomach with one brutal motion. My hand cracked down on your ass—hard—leaving a bright red handprint.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” I snarled, voice low and venomous. I climbed over you, knees pinning your thighs apart, my heavy cock slapping against your ass cheeks. “You think after I filled you twice you get to run? You’re not leaving this bed until I’ve bred you so full you can’t even remember your own last name.”

“Jungkook… please, I can’t—” you whimpered, voice hoarse from screaming my name earlier.

I laughed, dark and cruel, fisting your hair and yanking your head back so your back arched painfully. “You can and you will. Your pussy is still fluttering like it wants more even after I ruined it. Look at you—dripping my cum like a cheap whore who can’t get enough of the man who should’ve put a bullet in your skull hours ago.”

I reached for the gun on the nightstand. Not pointing it at you—just letting the cold metal brush along your spine, slow and threatening. You shivered hard. My cock twitched at the fear in your eyes.

“Feel that?” I pressed the barrel lightly against the back of your thigh, then slid it up to tease your soaked folds. “One wrong move and I could end this right now. But I won’t. Because this cunt belongs to me now. Say it.”

“It’s yours—” you gasped as I nudged the gun away and replaced it with the fat head of my cock, rubbing it up and down your messy slit, coating myself in our combined mess.

“Louder, baby. Tell me while I’m about to split you open again.” I slapped your ass again, harder this time, and thrust in halfway, stretching you brutally.

“IT’S YOURS! Fuck—Jungkook, it’s your cunt!”

I slammed the rest of the way in with a guttural groan, bottoming out so deep my balls slapped against your clit. You screamed, walls clamping down around me like a vice. So fucking tight even after everything. I started pounding immediately—fast, savage thrusts that made the bed creak and your tits drag against the sheets.

“Fuck yes—take it. Take every thick inch like the desperate enemy slut you are.” My hand wrapped around your throat from behind, squeezing just enough to make your vision blur while I railed you. “Your family wants me dead and here you are getting fucked stupid by my cock. Bet they’d cry if they saw how you squirt for me.”

You came hard within minutes—body convulsing, pussy gushing around my cock, soaking the sheets. I didn’t stop. I fucked you through it, hips snapping relentlessly, chasing that addictive squeeze.

“One more,” I growled, reaching under you to slap your clit lightly with my fingers—mean, stinging taps that made you jolt and cry out. “Come again. I want this pussy ruined and dripping before I breed you properly.”

You shook your head weakly, overstimulated, but your body betrayed you. Another orgasm ripped through you, harder than the last, walls milking me desperately. Tears streamed down your face. I leaned down, biting your shoulder hard enough to leave marks, and kept fucking you through the aftershocks.

“Good girl. Such a good little cumdump for me.” I pulled out suddenly, flipping you onto your back. Your legs fell open automatically, pussy puffy, red, and leaking. I hovered over you, one hand pinning your wrists above your head, the other gripping your jaw.

“Open your mouth.” When you obeyed, I spit directly onto your tongue. “Swallow. Taste how much I own you.”

You did, eyes hazy with lust and submission. I rewarded you by sliding back inside—slow this time, deep grinding strokes that let you feel every vein, every inch dragging against your sensitive walls.

“Look at me,” I demanded. Our eyes locked. Mine were dark, obsessive, toxic. “You’re never going back to them. I’ll kill anyone who tries to take you from me. You’re mine to fuck, mine to break, mine to keep leaking my cum until you’re carrying my kid and forgetting you ever had another life.”

The words hit you hard—I saw it in your eyes, the way your pussy clenched violently around me. You came again, sobbing my name, body arching off the bed. The intensity of it pulled me over the edge.

I buried myself to the hilt and came with a roar—thick, endless ropes of hot cum flooding your womb, so much it bulged your lower belly slightly and immediately started leaking out around my cock. I kept grinding, pushing it deeper, making sure it stayed inside.

“Take it all,” I panted against your lips, voice rough and possessive. “Every drop. You’re going to feel me inside you for days.”

I didn’t pull out right away. Instead I collapsed half on top of you, cock still twitching inside your ruined pussy, one hand lazily rubbing your oversensitive clit just to watch you twitch and whimper.

Outside, sirens wailed closer than before. They were narrowing in.

I smirked against your neck, biting down possessively. “Hear that? They’re coming for us. And when they do, I’ll fuck you again right in front of them if I have to—just to remind everyone who this pussy belongs to.”

You were a mess—covered in sweat, marks, my cum, tears. Broken and beautiful and completely addicted.

I kissed you then, filthy and deep, tongue claiming your mouth the same way my cock claimed your cunt.

“Round four when they get too close,” I whispered, already feeling myself harden again inside you. “Try to run again and I’ll tie you up and edge you until you beg me to knock you up.”

You were trapped.

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Want Part 4? Just say how toxic you want it. 💦.

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**End of Part 3.**

[yongsun1]

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.**

(suggestions for next part and tell me what you like in it and what's worst thing tell in comments)

[yongsun1]

**VELVET CHAINS & GOLDEN SKIN**

**Part 2: Golden Sweat & Filthy Promises**

The morning after I burned every bridge for her, the world was already on fire.

I woke with her tangled in my sheets, her bare back rising and falling against my chest, the faint red marks of my fingers still blooming on her hips like secret tattoos only I was allowed to see. Sunlight sliced through the half-drawn blinds of my private apartment, painting gold across her skin—the same skin I’d marked, stretched, and filled until she’d sobbed my name like it was the only prayer she knew. My cock was already hard again, nestled against the curve of her ass, slick with the remnants of last night’s obsession. I didn’t move at first. Just breathed her in. Vanilla and sex and the faint metallic tang of the chain she’d wrapped around her wrist while I fucked her senseless.

She stirred, a soft little whimper escaping as she pressed back into me instinctively. “Jungkook…” Her voice was hoarse from screaming, and it went straight to my dick.

I slid one hand down her stomach, fingers dipping between her thighs where she was still sticky and swollen from me. “Morning, baby,” I murmured against her neck, voice low and rough like gravel dragged through honey. “Feel that? Still leaking my cum. Good girl. Kept it warm for me all night.”

She gasped as I pushed two fingers inside her without warning, slow and deep, curling them just right against that spot that made her thighs tremble. She was sore—deliciously so—but so fucking wet it made my mouth water. “You’re insatiable,” she breathed, but her hips rolled back anyway, chasing the stretch.

I nipped her earlobe, grinding my cock against her ass. “You have no idea. I told the company everything last night. Told them you’re mine. Told them I’d walk if they tried to stop this.” My fingers pumped faster, thumb circling her clit with filthy precision. “Now the whole world’s going to know. And I’m going to fuck you like it every single day.”

She came on my hand in seconds, clenching around me with a broken cry that had my balls tightening. I pulled my fingers free and fed them to her, watching her suck them clean while her eyes stayed locked on mine—dark, defiant, dripping with the same hunger that had ruined me the moment she looked at me in that studio.

I flipped her onto her back before she could catch her breath, spreading her legs wide with my knees. The sheets were already ruined, but I didn’t care. I wanted her wrecked again. I wanted the world to smell me on her when she walked out that door.

“Look at you,” I growled, fisting my cock and slapping the heavy head against her clit. “All puffy and pink and *mine*. Spread wider, baby. Let me see how well you take Daddy’s cock.”

She obeyed, knees falling open, fingers twisting in the sheets. I pushed in slow this time—inch by thick inch—watching her mouth fall open on a silent scream as I stretched her open again. The wet, obscene sound of her pussy swallowing me filled the room. When I bottomed out, balls-deep and grinding against her cervix, I stayed there, letting her feel every pulsing vein.

“Fuck, you’re tighter after I’ve filled you,” I groaned, rolling my hips in deep, filthy circles. “Like your body knows it belongs to me now. Gonna keep you like this—full of my cum, walking around with it dripping down your thighs while you pretend to be professional with that camera.”

I started thrusting harder, the headboard slamming against the wall in rhythm with every snap of my hips. One hand pinned her wrists above her head; the other wrapped around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her eyes flutter. “Say it. Tell me who owns this cunt.”

“You—*Jungkook*—you own it,” she moaned, legs locking around my waist, heels digging into my back. “Daddy—please—harder—”

I gave it to her. Brutal. Relentless. The kind of fucking that left bruises and memories. Skin slapped skin, her tits bouncing with every thrust, nipples begging for my mouth. I leaned down and sucked one between my teeth, biting just hard enough to make her arch off the bed. She came again, squirting around my cock in hot, messy pulses that soaked my abs and the sheets beneath us.

But I didn’t stop. I fucked her through it, chasing my own release, grunting her name like a curse and a blessing. “Gonna breed you again. Fill this pretty pussy until it’s overflowing. Want you swollen with me, baby. Want every photographer on the tour to wonder why you’re glowing while you’re taking my pictures.”

The words tipped her over a third time. She shattered beneath me, walls milking me so tight I saw stars. I buried myself to the hilt and came with a guttural roar, thick ropes of cum flooding her so deep I could feel her belly swell slightly under my palm. I kept grinding, pushing every drop where it belonged, marking her from the inside while she trembled and whimpered my name.

We stayed locked together, panting, sweat-slick and glowing. I kissed her slow and deep, tasting the salt of her tears and the sweetness of her surrender. When I finally pulled out, I watched my cum leak from her ruined hole, then scooped it up with my fingers and pushed it back inside her.

“Keep it there,” I whispered, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh. “All day. While we face the cameras. While the members give me shit for going public. While the world loses its mind.”

She laughed breathlessly, pulling me down for another kiss. “You’re going to get us both in so much trouble, Jeon Jungkook.”

I grinned against her lips—that bunny smile that always made her weak. “Trouble’s my middle name, baby. And you’re the only one I want to cause it with.”

The knock on the door came twenty minutes later—Jimin’s voice, teasing and loud. “Kook-ah! Emergency meeting in ten. The company’s losing their minds over your little confession. And… is that a girl in there? Hyung said you finally snapped.”

I looked down at her, naked and marked and mine, and felt something feral uncoil in my chest. “Stay here,” I told her, voice low. “Or come with me. Your choice. But either way, when this meeting’s over, I’m bending you over the conference table and reminding everyone exactly who you belong to.”

She bit her lip, eyes sparkling with the same fire that had hooked me from the start. “Try me, golden boy.”

I kissed her once more—filthy, promising—and pulled on sweats that did nothing to hide how hard I still was for her.

The world could watch.

I was done hiding.

And I was just getting started on ruining her in public.

**To Be Continued…**

[yongsun1]

**Title:** Tangled in the Crossfire

**Pairing:** Jungkook (first-person POV) × Reader (insert)

**Genre:** Mafia AU, Enemies-to-Lovers, Heavy Angst, Suspense, Slow-Burn Tension → Filthy Smut

**Rating:** 18+ Explicit

**Warnings:** Graphic sex, dirty talk, rough handling, gun violence in the background, possessiveness, toxic tension, no happy ending (yet)

**Word count:** One-shot, movie-length intensity

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The warehouse smelled like rust and gunpowder. Rain hammered the tin roof like bullets, and my heart was doing the same against my ribs.

I had you shoved behind a stack of rotting crates, my Glock still warm in my palm. Your rival family had just tried to put a hole in my skull. Mine had tried to do the same to yours. Yet here we were—two enemies breathing the same desperate air because the only way out was together.

“You’re bleeding,” you whispered, voice shaking. Your fingers brushed the cut above my eyebrow. I caught your wrist, hard.

“Don’t fucking touch me like that,” I growled, but I didn’t let go. Your pulse hammered under my thumb, fast as mine. Your eyes—those dangerous, pretty eyes that had cursed me in every boardroom and back alley—were wide and dark and locked on my mouth.

Outside, tires screeched. Doors slammed. Footsteps. They were still hunting us.

I should’ve pushed you away. Instead I backed you against the cold metal wall until the crates groaned. My body pinned yours, chest to chest, my thigh sliding between your legs like it belonged there.

“Tell me you hate me,” I breathed against your lips, voice low, filthy. “Say it like you mean it.”

“I hate you,” you gasped, but your hips rolled against my thigh, chasing friction. Your skirt was already bunched up, lace panties soaked and burning hot against my jeans.

“Liar.”

I crushed my mouth to yours. No softness. No romance-movie bullshit. Just teeth and tongue and the taste of rain and rage. You bit me back, nails digging into my shoulders hard enough to draw blood through my shirt. I groaned into your mouth, cock already throbbing, thick and aching behind my zipper.

“Jungkook—”

“Shut up.” I spun you around, chest to the wall, yanking your wrists above your head with one hand. My other hand shoved your panties aside. Two fingers plunged into your dripping cunt without warning. You cried out, clenching around me so tight my vision blurred.

“Fuck, you’re soaked for the man who’s supposed to kill you,” I snarled against your ear, pumping my fingers deep, curling them mean. The wet, obscene sound of it echoed under the rain. “Hear that? That’s your pussy begging for my cock while they’re out there loading guns.”

You whimpered, pushing back on my hand, desperate. I added a third finger, stretching you open, scissoring hard. Your legs shook. I could feel you dripping down my wrist.

Outside, a shout. A gunshot cracked somewhere in the distance. My heart slammed harder. Yours did too—I felt it in your throat when I wrapped my hand around it, not squeezing, just holding. Owning.

I freed my cock with my other hand. Heavy, veined, leaking at the tip. I rubbed the head along your slick folds, teasing your clit until you were sobbing my name like a prayer and a curse.

“Say you want it,” I demanded, voice wrecked. “Say you want the enemy to fuck you raw while the world burns outside.”

“I want it,” you choked out. “Jungkook—please—fuck me like you hate me.”

I slammed in to the hilt in one brutal thrust.

We both moaned—loud, broken, filthy. Your walls gripped me like a vice, hot and fluttering. I didn’t give you time to adjust. I fucked you like the clock was ticking, like every second might be our last. Deep, punishing strokes that made your tits bounce against the wall and your breath fog the metal.

“God, you feel so fucking good,” I groaned, teeth sinking into your shoulder. “Tight little pussy swallowing every inch like it was made for me.”

I reached around, fingers finding your clit, rubbing tight circles while I railed you harder. The slap of skin on skin mixed with the rain and the distant shouts. Danger and lust twisted together until I couldn’t tell which made my blood roar louder.

You came first—shaking, crying out my name, cunt spasming around my cock so hard I almost followed. I pulled out at the last second, spun you to face me, and dropped to my knees.

I buried my face between your thighs and devoured you through the aftershocks, tongue fucking into you, sucking your clit until you were grinding on my face and sobbing. Only when you were limp and dripping down my chin did I stand, lift one of your legs around my waist, and sink back inside you in one smooth glide.

This time it was slower. Deeper. My forehead pressed to yours, eyes locked.

“I shouldn’t want you,” I whispered, voice raw, thrusting slow and grinding deep. “I should put a bullet in you and walk away.”

“But you won’t.” Your fingers threaded into my hair, tugging. Your lips brushed mine with every thrust. “Because you’re mine too, Jungkook. Even if it kills us.”

My hips stuttered. The words hit harder than any gunshot. I kissed you like I was drowning, tongue sliding against yours while I fucked you with long, filthy strokes that dragged against that spot inside you that made you see stars.

“Come on my cock again,” I growled against your mouth. “Let me feel you fall apart while they’re still looking for us.”

You did—clenching, pulsing, nails raking down my back hard enough to leave marks. I followed right after, burying myself to the balls and coming so deep and hard my vision whited out. Thick, hot spurts filled you until it leaked down your thighs.

For a second, just a second, the world was only us. Rain. Heavy breathing. My cum dripping out of your ruined pussy while I held you up on shaking legs.

Then another gunshot—closer.

I pulled out slowly, already missing the heat of you. I tucked myself away, fixed your skirt with surprisingly gentle hands, and pressed one last bruising kiss to your swollen lips.

“Run with me,” I said, voice low, dangerous, and far too soft. “Don’t stop until I tell you.”

You looked at me—eyes glassy, lips bitten, thighs shiny with my cum—and nodded.

We slipped out the back, fingers laced, hearts still racing from more than just the chase.

They’d find us eventually.

But tonight? Tonight you were mine, and I was yours.

Even if the whole city wanted us dead.

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**End.**

Let me know if you want Part 2 (maybe they make it to the safehouse and I ruin you all night on silk sheets while the rain keeps falling) or a different AU. I held nothing back, just like you asked. 💋

[yongsun1]

**Title:** *Golden Sweat & Filthy Promises*

**Pairing:** Jungkook x Reader (Y/N)

**Genre:** pure filthy smut, idol!au, secret-to-public, obsessive love, zero plot just cock and obsession

**Warnings:** 18+ ONLY, extremely explicit sex, breeding kink, size kink, dirty talk that’ll ruin your panties, multiple orgasms, squirting, oral (giving & receiving), deepthroat, choking, spanking, hair-pulling, creampie, cum play, mirror sex, public risk, Jungkook being an unhinged possessive daddy, aftercare that makes you fall in love, long as fuck because I want you soaked and shaking by the end

**A/N:** you asked for it raw, baby. no holding back. read with your legs open. 💜

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The second the door to his private studio clicks shut behind you, Jungkook’s on you like he’s been starving for weeks.

His big tattooed hand fists in your hair, yanking your head back so hard your scalp stings in the best way. “Been thinking about this tight little pussy all day during rehearsal,” he growls against your mouth, voice low and wrecked. “Every time I hit that high note I imagined you creaming on my cock instead.”

You don’t even get to answer before he’s shoving his tongue past your lips, kissing you like he owns you. Deep, sloppy, filthy. His other hand palms your ass, squeezing hard enough to leave fingerprints, then he lifts you like you weigh nothing and slams your back against the soundproof wall.

Your legs wrap around his waist automatically. He grinds his hips forward and you feel it—his cock already rock-hard and massive, straining against his sweatpants, thick and hot and leaking for you.

“Feel that?” he rasps, rolling his hips so the fat head of his dick drags right over your clit through your soaked panties. “That’s what you do to me. Walk in here looking like a fucking wet dream and my cock gets stupid for you.”

He doesn’t bother with foreplay tonight. He’s too gone. One rough tug and your skirt’s bunched around your waist, panties ripped to the side. Two thick fingers shove inside you without warning, curling hard against that spot that makes your eyes roll back.

“Fuck, you’re dripping down my wrist already,” he laughs darkly, pumping faster. “Such a greedy little slut for Jungkook’s fingers, huh? Say it.”

“I—I’m your greedy slut,” you moan, hips bucking against his hand.

He adds a third finger, stretching you open, scissoring while his thumb brutalizes your clit. Your first orgasm hits so fast it punches the air out of you—walls clenching, squirting all over his forearm as he keeps fucking you through it with those long fingers.

“Good girl,” he praises, pulling his fingers out and shoving them straight into your mouth. “Taste how desperate you are for me.”

You suck them clean, eyes locked on his while he watches you like he wants to eat you alive.

Then he drops to his knees.

He buries his face between your thighs like a man possessed, tongue flat and dragging up your dripping folds before he sucks your clit into his mouth so hard your knees buckle. He doesn’t tease. He devours. Tongue fucking into you, nose grinding against your clit, growling and moaning like your pussy is his favorite meal.

You come again in under a minute, thighs shaking around his head, fingers yanking his black hair as you scream his name loud enough the walls vibrate.

He stands up, lips shiny with your cum, and spins you around so fast your cheek presses against the cool mirror wall. He yanks your hips back, kicks your legs wider, and in one brutal thrust he buries every thick inch of his cock inside you to the hilt.

“Fuuuuck,” he groans, forehead dropping to your shoulder. “Still so fucking tight. Milking me already, baby. This pussy was made for my cock, wasn’t it?”

He doesn’t give you time to adjust. He fucks you like he hates you and loves you at the same time—deep, punishing strokes that make your tits bounce and your breath fog the mirror. Every thrust slams the head of his dick right into your cervix, pain and pleasure mixing until you’re sobbing.

“Look at yourself,” he demands, fisting your hair and forcing your head up so you watch in the mirror. “Look how pretty you look getting ruined by Jungkook’s fat cock.”

Your mouth is open, mascara running, lips swollen. His hand snakes around to wrap around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your eyes flutter.

“Gonna fill this pussy up until it’s leaking my cum for days,” he pants, hips snapping faster. “Want you walking around with my load dripping down your thighs while you pretend to be a good girl in public.”

You come again, harder this time, walls fluttering and squirting around him so hard it soaks his balls and the floor.

He pulls out suddenly, spins you around, and drops you to your knees.

“Open,” he orders.

You barely have time to part your lips before he’s shoving his cock down your throat, thick and veiny and tasting like you and him mixed together. He fucks your face without mercy, balls slapping your chin, hand tangled in your hair as he uses your mouth like a toy.

“Take it all, baby. That’s it—fuck—gonna cum down this pretty throat.”

He does. Hot, thick ropes shoot straight down your throat and you swallow every drop, eyes watering, looking up at him like he’s your god.

He pulls you up, kisses you messy and deep so you both taste yourselves, then throws you onto the leather couch.

This time he’s slower. Meaner.

He spreads your legs wide, hooks your knees over his elbows, and slides back inside you inch by inch until he’s buried to the balls again. Then he starts grinding—deep, filthy circles that rub his pubic bone right against your swollen clit.

“Feel me here?” he whispers, pressing down on your lower stomach so you can feel exactly where his cock is rearranging your insides. “That’s how deep I am. Gonna fuck a baby into you one day, make sure everyone knows this pussy belongs to me.”

You’re crying now, overstimulated and perfect. He leans down, sucks a nipple into his mouth, bites down, then soothes it with his tongue while he keeps that devastating grind going.

You come a fourth time, screaming, body convulsing so hard he has to hold you down.

Only then does he let himself go.

He fucks you through your orgasm like an animal—fast, sloppy, desperate. The couch creaks. Skin slaps skin. His balls smack wetly against your ass.

“Gonna cum—fuck—gonna fill you so full,” he snarls.

He buries himself to the hilt and explodes. You feel every pulse, every thick spurt painting your walls, so much cum it leaks out around his cock even while he’s still inside you.

He stays buried deep, rolling his hips lazily to push it deeper, kissing you slow and sweet now, whispering “mine, mine, mine” against your lips like a prayer.

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That was just the first round.

By the time the sun comes up you’ve lost count of how many times he made you cum.

He fucked you on the mixing desk, your legs wrapped around his waist while he played back the filthy moans he recorded of you earlier that night.

He bent you over the couch again and ate his own cum out of your pussy before fucking it right back in.

He made you ride him in front of the mirror so you could watch his cock disappear inside you over and over, his hands guiding your hips, spanking your ass red every time you slowed down.

At one point he had you on your back, legs pushed to your chest in a mating press, fucking you so deep you swore you could feel him in your throat.

“Say my name when you cum,” he demanded, thumb on your clit. “Loud. I want the whole building to know who’s making this pussy cry.”

You screamed “Jungkook—daddy—fuck—” as you squirted all over his abs.

He came with you that time, roaring your name, pumping you so full you could feel your belly swell slightly from how much he gave you.

After the last round he carries you to the shower like you’re made of glass. Washes your hair, kisses every bruise and bite mark he left, then drops to his knees again just to eat you gently until you come one more time on his tongue, soft and slow and shaking.

He towels you dry, dresses you in one of his oversized hoodies that smells like him, and pulls you into his lap on the couch.

His voice is hoarse when he finally speaks again.

“I’m not hiding anymore,” he says, lips brushing your temple. “Tomorrow I’m walking into that company meeting and telling them you’re mine. I’m posting you on my story. I’m taking you on dates where the whole world can see me kiss you stupid in public.”

You smile against his neck, still feeling his cum leaking out of you.

“And tonight?” you whisper.

He grins that bunny smile that makes your heart stop, then flips you onto your back again, spreading your legs with his hands.

“Tonight I’m fucking you until you can’t walk tomorrow. Then I’m doing it all over again the day after.”

He slides back inside you—still hard, still hungry—and you moan like the desperate girl you are for him.

Because Jeon Jungkook doesn’t just fuck.

He ruins.

And you’re happily, dripping, screaming ruined.

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**End notes:**

yeah i went full unhinged. if your panties aren’t soaked and your thighs aren’t pressed together right now i didn’t do my job. part 2 where he claims you in public? say the word and i’ll make it even nastier.

tags: #jungkook #btsjungkook #jungkooksmut #jeonjungkook #idolau #breedingkink #squirting #daddykink #filthyfanfic #makemewet #jungkookxreader #longsmut

now go change your sheets, baby 💜

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