I released the trigger but didn’t drop the gun. Jungkook hold my waist with his both hands he lowered my body on his length slowly, despite the fierce twinge. My head fell back when he was buried all the way inside me.
“Devastating.”
I lowered my head, locking gazes with Jungkook.
“Devastatingly beautiful,” he murmured. I lowered the gun and pressed it to his chest.
“There’s nothing in there for you to shoot.”
I engaged the safety, wrapped my arms around his neck, and rocked my hips, the gun dangling loosely in my hand. Pain and pleasure shot through me. Jungkook groaned. I moved faster, lifting and falling. Jungkook held me tightly, his eyes dark and possessive as he let me be in control.
Jungkook’s teeth scraped my throat, leaving marks, and my nails raked over his back, leaving my own marks in turn. It was painful but I rode him hard and fast, relishing in the burning sensation. Jungkook sucked my nipple into his mouth, and his thumb rubbed my clit. Pleasure spiked fiercely, mingling with the pain in a delicious dance.
Both were spiraling higher and higher, and I knew one of them would eventually shatter me, and I longed for it. Needed it. Jungkook flicked my nub and pleasure overpowered all else. I cried out, dropping the gun as I desperately held on to Jungkook’s shoulders, my nails digging in. Jungkook held my gaze with fierceness and hunger, and I felt alive and free and weightless.
I was still shuddering from the force of my orgasm when Jungkook flipped us around, locking my knees under his arms, parting me wide and thrusting into me in one hard push, going so much deeper than before. I arched up, lips parting in a choked sound, half moan, half whimper. Jungkook didn’t pause. He slammed into me, hard and fast, shoving me into the mattress over and over again, ripping every last shred of innocence from me. The gun lay beside us on the bed.
Jungkook had been right. A bullet to his head wouldn’t free me of him. At this point, I wasn’t sure if anything could.
End of Y/n pov.