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Run | jjk

pairing: idol!jungkook x fem!reader

genre: smut, established relationship, secret relationship, fluff?

warnings: dom!jk and sub!reader | explicit language, teasing, marking, biting, overstimulation, breath play, choking, dumbification, dacryphilia, humiliation?, brief spanking, cum eating, mild degrading (one line), praising (forced?), rough sex, unprotected sex | reader is bratty in beginning, reader is secretly fucked over the phone and has to stay quiet, jk gets jealous/possessive | cute beginning to rough smut to loving ending

summary: Jungkook doesn't want you to leave him for some stupid karaoke party so he tries his best to make you stay. Although his intentions start out playful, they quickly grow corrupted, especially after your somewhat hurtful words.

wc: 6.7k

author's note: I really enjoyed making this one. Also my first try at writing second person pov, hopefully there are no errors. Smut is about halfway through, enjoy 😉

18+ Minors DNI

"Why do you guys gotta leave now? Huh?" Jungkook whines.

You glance over at him as you enter the living room, "Because, they made the reservation tonight on accident so we're going a day early. I already told you this."

"I know, but you promised that it would be an at home day. One where we get to relax together."

"Jungkook, I know, but this is a big friend group thing. Not only are my best friends going to be there but so are others. People from university, mutual friends, significant others, and other distant familiars of mine. Everyone knows I'm coming so I can't just ditch them, it'll look bad."

"It's a karaoke thing, right? At the place downtown?"

"Yeah."

"Ughh," he groans, "karaoke? But I love karaoke."

"I know," you huff, "I would bring you with but.. you know," you wave your arm at him, "your status kinda ruins that. Don't really wanna be leaking our relationship just for some stupid karaoke party."

He falls back against the couch, a pout clear on his lips, "How about I schedule a little karaoke party instead? I'll invite the boys, tell them they can bring their girls, and I'll even invite some other friends. That way we can go do karaoke together."

"Sure, but that doesn't stop the fact that I'm also going today."

He sighs, running his hands through his hair, "What about the relaxation day? I'm gonna be busy for like months once the week is over."

You frown, "I know baby, that's why I've been spending so much time with you. It's just one day, alright?"

He doesn't respond as he rests his head against the back of the couch, acting somewhat like a child throwing a tantrum.

You feel bad, horrible even. You want to stay home but the guilt you have from ditching your friends so much lately has been catching up, so you’re practically forced to go. You don't like the karaoke or the party part, but hey there's food. Plus you get to see people you haven't hung out with in a while, so why not.

You finish putting on your jacket and shoes. You then grab your phone from the side table at the entrance.

"I'm gonna go now, I'll be back around 10:30pm, alright?" you say from the door, your fingers on the door handle.

Jungkook looks at you from his spot on the couch, "That long?" he pouts, "Can you at least give me a goodbye kiss? Please?"

You narrow your eyes at him playfully, "Oh alright. But only because you asked nicely."

You take your hand from the door and head over to Jungkook, his lips curling into a smile as you get closer. You reach the couch and he reaches his arms out to pull you in. Once his hand is on the back of your neck he tugs you down, your hand flying out in surprise as you place it on his chest.

What you were intending to be a quick peck on the lips becomes a lingering, deep kiss. One that distracts you long enough from becoming aware of his ulterior motives.

His free hand carefully moves to the one you have on his chest, the hand that holds your phone. His fingers meet your skin as he caresses you softly but you realize a moment too late that he did it for a reason.

Suddenly the phone is stripped from your grasp.

You pull away, eyes opening as you look at your now empty hand. You reach forward to take it back but he just pulls it out of your reach.

You look back at him as you stand up straight, "Jungkook? I need my phone before I leave."

"I know."

Those simple words are enough to make you realize what's happening. The stupid grin on his face and the mischievous twinkle in his eyes only solidify your conclusion.

You can't leave without your phone, he knows that. What better thing to take when he doesn't want you to leave?

You need to grab it, quick.

You grip the back of the couch to have some stability as you reach forward quickly, but Jungkook is faster. He stands up in an instant, the phone still in his hands.

You stare at him in disbelief.

"Is this really happening right now?" you voice your thoughts aloud.

He's acting like a child.

"Yep." he smirks.

"I need my phone."

"Come get it then."

"You're being childish." you say, placing your hands on your hips.

The couch acts as a barrier between the two of you. If it wasn't there you could've already lunged at him and taken it.

"Maybe I am, or maybe I'm just being greedy. Who knows."

You ignore his words as you head to the other side of the couch, but as you do so he starts walking the other way. You stop immediately, your brow raising. He's actually going to run away if you try to get the phone. He really is being a child.

"Jungkook, I'm not doing this."

"Then I guess you're not leaving, huh?" he remarks, the mischief clear in his tone.

You’ve now swapped spots. He's behind the couch where you had been, and your in the front in between the cushions and coffee table.

If it weren't for your guilty thoughts prior to this you'd be mad at him. You’re not angry, just annoyed. If he keeps this up you’re going to be late, so you have to compromise.

"If you give me my phone right now I'll leave as early as possible. That way I can spend more time with you." you put your arm out, your hand within reach of his, "I promise."

His eyes narrow, his gaze moving to your hand, "Hmm," he taps his chin, his head tilting, "it's still a no. I want you all to myself. Like I said before, I'm greedy, so you're gonna have to take this from me by force." he flaunts your phone.

It was foolish to think that he was actually considering your offer. Hell, you were foolish to think he would think about it at all because clearly he never did.

Regardless, you still have to go.

"I mean it."

"So do I."

He's not going to give in, so there really is only one way to go about this. You have to take it by force.

He must've read your mind, because the moment you accept this situation his eyebrow quirks, his smirk returning.

You slowly start walking to the other side of the couch and he mirrors those movements. You get annoyed quickly, your slow walk turning into a sudden fast run.

Jungkook starts giggling, his free hand tracing the top of the couch as he passes by, "You gotta try harder than this, babe. We don't have all day."

"We?" you repeat his words.

"Yeah, you have to make it to your important karaoke outing and I—"

As he's talking you rush forward suddenly, it catches him by surprise and he cuts himself off as he extends this circle to the coffee table.

Your fingers were so close to touching him, and that gave you enough motivation to outright chase him.

His mischievous giggling turns into full out laughter as you track him around the living room. Every time you come close to grabbing him he somehow gets away. He's running slightly faster than you, just enough to get away every time.

"Jungkook!" you say in an exhausted annoyance, "Just give it to me!"

"Not a chance." he grins, making a beeline for the kitchen.

You follow him immediately, but you stop when you realize the predicament. You're at opposite sides of the table, it's the couch situation all over again.

You narrow your eyes at him as you lean forward, your hands clasping onto the chair in front of you, "I'm going to be late."

"I guess you should run faster then." he teases.

You know he has the ability to run far quicker than you, so the fact that you’re getting close enough is further proof that he's just toying with you. It's all just a game to him. He's not tired at all, not one bit, but you already feel yourself getting there.

He's not giving up, but you’re not either. You have to try a different strategy. It's clear that you won't be able to catch him with speed alone, so you'll have to use something else.

Perhaps you could use the environment. No, that's stupid. What would you even do? Throw something at him? That's ridiculous.

Maybe you could distract him somehow by using words to your advantage. That's a great idea.

You stand up straight, your hands still clasped onto the chair, "I actually have to get going. So what's it's going to take?" you ask him.

You don't want to ditch this gathering. Hopefully being genuine will work.

When he doesn't respond you sigh, taking your hands from the chair as you casually come walking over to him. He doesn't move, the distraction is working.

"Kookie, please give me my phone," you put your hand out, "I'll be back before you know it."

You’re right in front of him, just one more step and you can take it from him whether he likes it or not.

As you’re closing in he shifts slightly, and for some reason that triggers your movements to quicken. The casual walk, the soft hand you put out turns into a fast strike, one that makes him alert once again. Alert enough to move out of the way in time, stopping you from grabbing the phone.

You almost had it.

That was almost comical. You were right there. Your distraction was working, but last minute you messed up. You messed up just enough for him to get away.

"Using tricks now? How deceitful." Jungkook hums, now at the other side of the table.

You look up at him, your eyebrow quirking up in slight anger, "It wasn't a trick," you lie.

Even though the words you said were genuine, they were for the purpose of tricking him. Distracting him if you may.

"Honey, I know your lying voice. Nothing gets past me."

What's with him? Why's he being so egotistical when he's the one acting like a child?

You begin walking over to him and as you expected he mirrors you. Your steps mean nothing as you circle around each other, "Jungkook, I'm seriously getting angry."

"Don't care."

"When I go to the karaoke party, I'm staying for as long as possible. Forget about leaving early. When I get home it'll already be tomorrow morning."

He doesn't say anything, he just continues to stay out of your reach.

"I'll sleep in the guest room, and leave you alone. When I wake up, forget about breakfast, we're both going to starve because I'm not making anything."

He just shrugs, he knows it's an empty threat. He knows that either way you’re going to sleep in your shared bed and you’re going to make breakfast. Why would you go to sleep alone in a less comfortable bed, and why would you not make a delicious meal in the morning? That's absurd.

You start throwing out random threats, "Now that I think of it, the party is going to be so much fun. I'll be hanging out with my best friends, and some people from school too. Oo maybe there'll even be some cute guys there." you sigh, "It's not like I can tell them I have a boyfriend if anyone hits on me. Sorry, I'm dating Jeon Jungkook, you know, from BTS." you laugh, "I'll sound like a lunatic."

That gets to him.

Suddenly his movements stop, it's so sudden that you stop too, which doesn't make sense because you’re the one who's supposed to catch him. But it's something else that makes you stop too, it's as if his presence completely changed. The moment you said those words the atmosphere was flipped.

His playful smile, that twinkle in his eyes, the soft giggles escaping his lips, the childish movements he makes as he runs away, it's all gone.

Maybe you went too far. You didn't actually mean any of that, it was just meant as a way to get in his head. Clearly, it worked, a little too well actually.

His gaze is strong, his jaw is clenched, his frame wide, and his eyebrows furrowed.

You definitely did go too far. Sure Jungkook is being annoying but it's all just some stupid game. If he had said something like what you had just done, you would be furious.

You have to apologize.

"Jungkook, I'm—"

"Fucked?" he finishes your sentence.

Your eyebrows furrow, "Huh?" you say, clearly confused.

You watch as he puts your phone into the pockets of his sweats. He then starts walking towards you, his eyes piercing into your own.

"What are you doing?" you question, watching as he slowly makes his way over.

The look in his eyes is dangerous. Not dangerous in a scary way though, you just can't describe it.

You instinctively start moving the opposite way. Mirroring his movements as he had done yours. It seems as if the roles have been reversed.

The hunter becomes the hunted.

The moment you start moving he walks faster. You walk faster as well.

Is this really happening? You were once chasing him and now he's chasing you. You’re both childish.

You start giggling, just as he was doing when you were chasing him, "What are you doing?" you repeat, staying out of his reach.

"What do you think I'm doing?"

"Failing to catch me." you smirk.

He stops.

You stop.

His eyebrows raise, "Is that supposed to be a challenge?"

"Perhaps."

The once tense atmosphere is now purely an actual game. Your annoyance at his childish actions are gone and his anger at your hurtful words is as well.

The moment you see him lift a muscle, you bolt. You both know who the faster one is. In order to stay away from him you have to create distance.

You run to the kitchen island facing him briefly as he follows you. You're on opposite sides, your hands grazing the countertops as you lock your gazes onto each other. He moves left so you go to his right, he goes to his right and you go to his left.

It's continuous until suddenly he bolts forward. You burst out in surprised laughter as you run across the kitchen. You make it to the living room, standing next to the TV as you wait for his next move. He's now standing behind the couch, his eyes beaming in pure joy and you assume yours is the same.

"You're so slow, old man!" you taunt.

He laughs, "Old man? Huh?"

There's a moment of silence as you consider throwing out another annoying meaningless tease, but you decide against it the moment Jungkook starts moving again. You must've taken too long to reply.

He moves to the right and you immediately start going the other way, but it was just a fake because immediately he goes opposite. That movement surprises you as you let out a squeal of laughter, the noise alone makes Jungkook laugh as well.

It's not every day that you act like this. You’re so indulged at the moment that you forget why it's happening in the first place.

You run in circles around the living room, the sounds of laughter filling the room.

When you reach the end of the couch you run over to the kitchen now using the island as cover yet again. Jungkook follows and instead of continuing around the counter, you run through the dining area, pulling out a chair to block him at the last second.

You burst out in laughter as you watch Jungkook almost fall into the chair in your peripheral vision. You brace yourself against the counter as you start laughing so hard that you almost cry.

"You think that's funny?" he says, putting the chair back under the table, "That was a mere obstacle used to delay the inevitable."

His choice of words is just hilarious for some reason. That makes you laugh even harder, actual tears falling from your eyes.

"The inevitable, huh? What's gonna happen when that finally occurs?" you’re curious to hear what he'll say.

His gleaming eyes darken, "I'm gonna remind you of who you truly belong to. Only then will you think twice about threatening me with other guys."

The once playful excitement flowing throughout your body turns into something entirely different.

You almost forgot about the words that caused this whole ordeal in the first place. You truly didn't mean the words that you had said. It was so irrelevant that it almost escaped your memory.

The fact that he remembered it really shows how hard those words hit him, even though it was nothing to you. Yet again, if the roles were reversed you’d have it engraved in your mind as well.

"Oh yeah? Well, you're going to have to catch me first."

His eyebrow raises, and a moment of silence follows as you stare at each other. Your mind races with strategies you'll use to keep him away while he probably contemplates exactly what he'll do once you’re in his grasp.

The longer you stay away from him, the rougher he'll be once he finally catches you. Let's just say, that may or may not be exactly what you want right now.

His lips curl into a smirk as he turns to move forward, "I'm not gonna go easy on you anymore, ____. You'll be caught in seconds."

His words make your heartbeat skyrocket. You were struggling to stay away from him before and he was still going easy on you. Shit.

You do want to be caught, hell, you know you'll be caught either way but that doesn't stop the competitiveness that flows between the two of you.

"Catch me then." you taunt one last time before taking off.

You run through the living room, your legs pushing full force against the ground as you evade his advancing reach. He wasn't lying about not going easy on you anymore. You’re running the fastest you've gone tonight and he's already closing in.

You're both running so fast. He's so close to you that you can practically feel his presence. But since he's running so fast it'll be easy to fake him out.

Once you reach the back of the couch you turn to run around it but at the last second you pivot your body, your goal is to run to the kitchen instead. As you suspected he was unable to turn because of his godlike speed, so you’re able to get away, his fingers grazing your back as you're separated.

You laugh in victory as you reach the kitchen, the thrill of the chase reaching an all time high. That was the first time either of you have touched each other since this game began. If you wouldn't have done that move he would have caught you there.

He doesn't waste time as he turns to you in the kitchen, you run away immediately, not taking any chances. He's so focused on catching you that he's not speaking, and you’re so focused on staying away from him that you’re not saying a word either.

As you run to the living room, you strip the jacket you forgot you were wearing from your body. You throw it behind you, hoping to use it to your advantage. It only helps as a brief distraction, Jungkook's gaze leaves you for a fraction of a second. But in that second you slip between the couch and the coffee table whereas he's on the other side of the couch.

For a moment you stop briefly, thinking you had distracted him with your jacket for longer. His gaze snaps from the jacket on the floor and to you as he stops. You feel a grin spread across your face, did he give up?

He suddenly reaches forward and grabs the back of the couch and in one swift movement, he vaults over it. You’re unable to react, both because of how fast he did it and how impressive that was.

Time seems to slow as you watch his hand reach toward you. Your eyes widen, and you twist your body to run away but at that moment his hand grasps your wrist. His grip is like iron as he tugs at you slightly making you lose your balance.

Before you know it you’re on the couch, your back falling onto the soft cushions. It's only once he places himself on top of you, his knees placed on either side of your legs, that you realize you’re fucked.

As a last resort you’re about to push him away, but he catches both of your hands before they collide with his chest. He then brings them down and pins them above your head with his tattooed arm.

The inevitable occurred, he just caught you.

He won.

Your gazes lock on one another, "Any last words?" he teases, voice low.

Your chest heaves as his words echo through your mind. The adrenaline from the chase still coursing through your veins as you take in deep breaths. Although your senses are practically heightened, your previous defiance is gone. It's impossible to keep up the act with him on top of you like this, his eyes devouring as he restrains you from above.

It's all so intense, you can barely speak.

"Fuck me, Jeon." you say, your voice breathless.

He groans at your words as he leans forward, your lips meeting in a hungry kiss. The moment your lips meet your brain turns into mush. Jungkook takes his hands away from your wrists, trailing them down your arms and to your chest.

He pulls away from your lips, his eyes meeting yours briefly before they trail down your clothed body. His fingertips graze over your breasts as he makes his way to the hem of your shirt, pulling it off of you in seconds.

You reach forward to grab his, sitting up slightly from your spot below him, but he stops the advancement, pushing you back down. A surprised gasp leaves your lips as the back of your head hits the cushions.

When you try to reach forward again he grabs your prying hands, "Take it off." you whine.

"Did you forget who's in charge here?" he lets go of your arms, his eyebrow raising as if he's challenging you to try again.

Although the split between who dominates is almost equal between you, he still lets you do what you want when he's on top of you. So having him deny you something as simple as that ignites the flame of competitiveness within you again. If he wants you to listen he's going to have to make you.

"Ah, Jungkook, please," you croak, "more."

He lets out a throaty chuckle, "What's that baby?" he teases, "What do you want?"

"More."

It's so hard to speak, your head is cloudy, your body is rigid, and your breathing is unsteady.

"More what?" he presses, his hands squeezing your ass so hard you can feel the imprint of each of his fingertips.

You try to say something but the moment you do he lifts his hand and spanks you. A high-pitched whimper escapes your lips as you feel yourself involuntarily clench around him.

If it weren't for your clouded mind you'd be embarrassed at your current state. You rarely get this submissive. You feel so dumb, but in a good way, and you know Jungkook is loving every second of it.

"What's that baby?" he does it again, earning another gasp from you, "I need you to speak up."

The sting from his hands is still lingering on your skin, "More, please, I need—"

Your words are cut off by a sudden loud ringing noise. For a moment you think it's all in your head but when you feel Jungkook reach down you realize what it is.

Your phone is ringing.

Even through your fucked out state you realize who it might be. You try to look back at Jungkook but before you can, his free hand shoots down, pushing your face further into the cushions.

"Jun—"

"Oh it's your friend," he says over the ringing, "she's probably wondering where you are, huh?"

You moan out in response. That's definitely the case, and she's without a doubt wondering just that. You told her you would come to the party, and you would have been there by now if it wasn't for Jungkook. He changed your plan for the whole night.

"Too bad you're too fucked out to do anything. Tell her you can't make it."

You’re a second too late to realize that he answered the call. He puts it on speaker as he holds the phone next to your face.

"____, where are you?"

Your friend's voice is able to put some sense back into you, but only enough to speak.

"I—" suddenly Jungkook starts moving again, slowly this time. You cut yourself off, trying not to let out any kind of noise.

This cannot be happening.

Sure Jungkook's been rough countless times before, but not this much. What's this supposed to be? Sexual humiliation?

You don't know what realization is worse. The fact that this situation could end up badly or the fact that you like the thrill of it.

"What? You cut out." she says.

"I can't come, I'm sorry." you say, your voice strained.

Jungkook's free hand starts traveling down your body, his touch soft yet teasing.

"Wait why? Most of the others are here. The food just came out, I know that was the part you were excited for the most."

Jungkook's hand reaches the base of your stomach, his fingers grazing over your clit. You suck in a whimper as you force your face into the cushions, but unfortunately, that wasn't enough. Before you’re able to successfully evade making any noise he places his fingers down and starts to massage the bundle of nerves teasingly.

You’re unable to hold back a muffled groan that you attempt to cover up with coughing.

"____? Are you okay?"

Jungkook leans down, his lips grazing your ear opposite of the phone, "Keep it together." he whispers, "Don't want her to figure out what's going on, now do we?" he warns.

"Hello?"

You turn your head back to the side, about to respond. But being the bastard he is, Jungkook leans down and begins sucking at the skin of your neck, his lips grazing over the sweet spot under your ear.

You purse your lips, brows furrowing as you gather the strength to speak, "Yes, hello, I'm so sorry." you apologize, your mind hazy, "I don't feel too good right now."

Jungkook bites down on your neck, and his fingers press down harder. You feel a knot forming in the pit of your stomach.

"Shit." Jungkook groans into your ear, quiet enough that the phone won't pick it up.

His groans only add to the feeling in your stomach. It's all so much, his cock slowly fucking into you, his fingers playing with your clit, his lips sucking at your neck, his groans, the heat of his body above yours, and the thrill of not getting caught.

If your not careful you might cum too fast. You have to get off the phone, and you have a feeling Jungkook won't hang up, she will have to.

"Oh no," she pouts, "really? What is it?"

Leave it to your friends to want to know all the details. You have to say something to make her satisfied.

"My stomach," Jungkook makes a particularly hard thrust, one that halts your words momentarily, "I must've gotten food poisoning or something. It's so bad."

Your eyebrows knit together as you try to contain yourself. The feeling in your stomach is getting stronger. You’re getting close, too close, and you know Jungkook can feel it.

"Oh.." she hums, a sigh following, "well I hope you get better."

Yes, finally, she's gotta hang up now, right?

"But that doesn't change the fact that I'm sad. Ughh," she groans, "we haven't hung out at a place like this in forever."

Of course not.

A pang of annoyance flows through you momentarily but that's quickly replaced by pleasure as Jungkook starts nipping at your neck, quiet groans falling from his lips that go directly into your ears.

"I know," you say, your voice quiet as you force those words out, "but it's not like it's something I can control."

"I know.."

Jungkook shifts slightly, his cock somehow hitting the perfect spot. You let out a silent scream as you feel yourself clench against him, your hand shooting out to stop the movements of his fingers.

You’re close.

"Fuck," Jungkook groans, "did I hit your sweet spot baby? You're so tight." he whispers into the shell of your ear, his words going straight to the knot in your stomach.

He pulls out suddenly before slamming back in, hitting that spot again. You’re unable to hold back the cry of pleasure, but you turn it into a coughing fit to hide it. His lips are kissing the skin of your neck, and you can feel him smile at your reaction.

You’re so close.

"I'm literally gonna throw up," you say to the phone, "I feel like—shit." the last part comes out more desperate than what you had intended.

"Oh god, I better get going then." she says.

Yes, finally, now hang up.

"But first you have to promise that you'll make it up to me."

Why won't she hang up?

You hiss in clouded annoyance as your hand meets the one that Jungkook has on your stomach. First you have this asshole humiliating you and now you have this bitch on the phone who's letting it happen.

You’re so screwed. All you have running throughout your body is pleasure, anger, and adrenaline. You can't even filter your own thoughts anymore.

"Promise me—"

"Yes!" you exclaim, the annoyance clear in your tone as you speak, "I promise okay?"

The steady rhythm of Jungkook's fingers is adding up, it's too much. You’re actually going to cum. Your hand around his tightens, a silent plea for him to stop, to slow down, anything.

But he doesn't listen, he just continues his movements throughout your body. His cock hits the perfect spot every time he enters as his experienced fingers destroy your sanity. He silently chuckles, the rippling of his laugh clear against your back.

You've had enough of this, you have to hang the phone up yourself. You let go of his hand, and use all of your strength to quickly reach up in an attempt to swipe the phone away from him.

But you fail.

He quickly moves it away, his finger hitting the mute button, "Nice try ____, but that's not going to work."

"Jungkook, please," you plead, "hang up. I'm so close. Please."

"I know, baby, just let it go."

You whimper, he's not going to hang up. You were right, you have to make her hang up and you have mere seconds to make that happen.

Your friend said something while Jungkook was speaking but you have no idea what it was. You’re only able to hear the last part of what she says, ".. could also go there too but that could always be for another time."

"Son of a bitch." you groan in annoyance at the both of them, your eyes are screwed shut so hard it hurts.

You’re right on the edge.

"Excuse me? I thought you would've liked that idea." she sasses, thinking that you were saying that in response to her words.

Jungkook must have unmuted, but you couldn't see. You literally can't open your eyes. That asshole.

"Fuck," you say, coughing as you hold back a mewl, "shit, I'm literally going to throw up. What is wrong with you? I have to go." you ramble out in a clouded state of anger.

"Fine, okay, remember you promised to—"

"I know, I—" you cut yourself off as your hand flies over your mouth.

You’re right there, you can't hold it back much longer. It feels too good, you’re going to explode.

"You what, huh?" she says, expecting you to follow through with your words but you can't.

"Jesus Christ, hang up! Fuck!" you yell, your mind is so clouded that you burst out without thinking.

"Geeze, okay. Bye."

The moment you hear the beep that signals the ending of the call you explode. You can't hold it back anymore.

You cry out as your body is flooded with pure pleasure. It's so extreme that you feel your thighs shake, and your insides convulse around Jungkook's length.

"Fuck, it—" you gasp, "feels good. I can't—"

Jungkook lets out an amused laugh, "Didn't know you were into stuff like that. Who knew you could be such a little bitch, moaning in front of your friends?"

Your eyes are shut so tight it hurts, spots of white clouding your dark vision.

"I wasn't—" you croak out, unable to defend yourself as the feeling of pleasure continues, not showing any signs of declining.

"Just had to let them know who makes you feel so good. Who is that, baby? Who makes you feel good?"

"You." you practically whisper, all the energy in your body being whisked away at the trade of euphoria.

"Louder."

"You, Jungkook. You make me feel so good."

His hips stutter, his cock twitching. He's close. He drops the phone onto the floor, his hand grasping your neck as he pulls you up against his chest. The new position makes a new wave of pleasure flow through you. One that's laced with pain as he increases his pace.

You let out an almost pornographic cry, one that would've killed you of embarrassment if you were able to hear it. His other hand continues the circles around your clit, the once pure pleasure laced with pain from the oversensitivity.

"Wait, stop," you gasp, "I'm sensitive. It's too much."

He lets out a delicious cold laugh, "You can take it, I know you can. Can't you?"

The little bit of competitiveness inside you is enough to make you nod. You can take it, not only because of that competitiveness but because of the simple fact that you want him to feel good. It's been a while since he's been so rough.

"Tell me you can."

"I can," it hurts so good, "just for you."

He groans at your words, "That's right. All for me. You're mine baby, only mine."

The hand around your neck holds you tighter as he presses down at your pressure points. The lack of air only heightens the feelings from below.

"I'm yours." you repeat, not a thought behind your mind as those words escape your lips.

You’re lost, so lost in the feeling of him.

"Shit, you're clenching so much. I'm close." he rasps, a small whine following his words, his hand around your neck loosening.

You can barely hear him, but it was enough to understand bits of it, "Cum for me, please." you say in a breathless whisper, "I wanna feel you."

His hips stutter, his cock twitching, "I'm—" he cuts himself off with a whimper, one that surprises you considering the circumstances.

The moment his hand leaves your neck you feel a sudden wave of ecstasy. You gasp, your hands clawing at his, "Jungkook, I'm cumming again, fuck."

You both tip over the edge together. It's so strong you feel the breath being ripped from your lungs. Even through your heightened state of extreme pleasure, you can feel him cumming, his hot slick mixing with you own.

"Shit, baby," he says, his hand on your clit slowing down as he rides you through your second orgasm, "I knew you had it in you."

It's so good, it's too good. The pain, the pleasure, all of it. You haven't came this hard in a while. You feel literal tears forming in your eyes.

You let out broken cries, it's hard to even tell exactly what you say, but you assume it's a mixture of both his name and curses. Hot tears spilling down your cheeks as you completely let go.

Once the pleasure finally dies down, your brain is empty and your body is so tired it's limp. Jungkook notices this as he gently sets you down on the cushions, his now softened cock pulling out.

Your chest heaves as you attempt to gain back your breathing.

Jungkook hisses as he fully backs away, sitting down on the couch, "Fuck, you made a mess."

All you’re able to do is hum as a response, the post-orgasmic bliss still clouding your mind.

Before you can react you feel Jungkook's hands grasp your ass, pulling you up as he dives in. The moment his tongue meets your folds you whimper.

"Ah, fuck, it's too much, it hurts." you cry, your vision becoming blurry with tears.

All he does is laugh, the vibration of it causing painful waves of overstimulation to flow through you. You stuff your face into the cushions to muffle your cries as Jungkook cleans up the mess, making sure to lick up every last drop of your essences.

When he's finished he gives your cheeks one last squeeze, "So sweet," he teases as he leans forward, "you're so good for me, you know that?"

You groan as you lift your face up from the cushions, "Mhm.." you hum, resting the side of your face back down on the couch.

You literally can't move, your body is too heavy.

Jungkook's arms hook around your waist as he flips you over, your back resting against the couch and your messy hair falling against your face. You’re too tired to push it away, the silky strands of hair tickling your nose.

Jungkook giggles as he leans forward, softly pushing the hair out of your face, "I really did fuck the shit out of you, huh? So tired you can't even lift a finger."

"Mhm.."

He grins, his eyes scanning your face as your eyes flicker shut, "Did you learn your lesson?"

"Mhm.."

"Tell me, what'd you learn?" his head dips down, his lips leaving soft kisses on your stomach, kisses that turn into nips.

He’s marking you.

When you don't respond he bites down particularly hard, and a groan escapes your lips, "Tell me, use your words." he orders.

The kisses slowly trail up to your breasts as he creates a line of bruises.

"I'm yours." you say, the words slurred and quiet.

"Hm? I can't hear you." he hums, his soft kisses turning rough.

Your eyebrows furrow and your eyes remain closed, "I'm yours, Jungkook. Only yours." you repeat, your voice stronger but words still slurred.

His lips reach your collarbone, "Say it again."

"Jungkook," you whine, "I'm yours."

He smiles against your skin, satisfied with your answer, but you continue, the words leaving your lips without a second thought, "You're all I think about, all day, just you."

His fingers find your waist as he massages your sides, his lips kissing your skin and teeth biting down softly.

"You're perfect. You're my everything. I'm yours, and you're mine." you continue.

He lets out a breathless moan as he reaches your neck, "I'm yours." he says.

His words give your rigid body a temporary boost of strength as you lift your arm. Your hand rests on the back of his neck as they move forward, your fingers tracing his jawline.

You open your eyes as he leans back at your touch, his eyes meeting yours. The moment your eyes meet an unspoken moment of silence passes, pure adoration melting each of your hearts.

How did something so rough lead to a soft moment like this?

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