Why does Jungkook have this effect on me? He fucked me like I was some kind of sex doll, and I still fawn over him like he’s the only lover I’ve ever had. Not that I’ve ever had this kind of explosive sex before. His hand reaches for my hip, and he pulls me even closer.
“You know … I’ve thought about my behavior these past couple of days, and I realize I’ve been pushing you too much into a corner,” he says, sliding my nightgown up until the pink, completely see-through panties he put in my wardrobe on purpose are exposed.
“I fucked you like an animal without thinking of your needs. I was blinded by my desire to own you. But I know you’re more precious than that, kitten.”
He raises the fabric like a shroud until my belly button is exposed too, and then he leans forward and places a kiss just below it, right on my pelvic bone. It’s such a gentle, sweet, succulent kiss I almost melt away into a puddle.
“But you’ve misbehaved quite a lot as well,” he groans as he pulls back and looks up at me with darkened, hooded eyes. “And as my pet, you have to learn your place.”
I suck in a breath as he gets up from the couch, towering over me like some kind of beast. He pulls the straps of my nightgown down my shoulders until they fall and the delicate fabric pools at my feet. He caresses my naked breasts with the palms of his hands until both my nipples are peaked, and he can rub them between his fingers. My lips part to make an o-shape as I struggle to keep in the moan of delight.
I can’t give him that. I can’t give him my pleasure, too. But he makes it so fucking hard.
He twists my nipples and tugs at them, and right then, when a moan tumbles over my lips, he covers my mouth with his, drinking the sound of my pleasure.
My eyes flash open as he kisses me softly, tender at first, as though he’s trying to find out whether I like it or hate it. I don’t know the answer as I’m overcome by the sheer shock of this mobster boss kissing me as if I actually mean something to him. But within seconds, he kisses me more greedily, hungrily, as though he can’t get enough.
It feels so fucking good my resolve is on the verge of failing me. I could sink into this kiss… let him have his way with me… admit how badly I want it, too…
But I can’t let him overtake me. I can’t let him win. So I bite his lip.
He instantly jerks back, blood seeping from the wound he touches with his thumb. The devious look on his face doesn’t falter as he wipes off the blood and sucks it off his thumb.
“Don’t be so catty, kitten,” he murmurs. “We’re only getting started.”
He grabs my throat and squeezes, not hard but not gently either. I don’t grasp at his fingers. I stay put, defiant as always. He smiles. Then his other hand grazes my pussy, playing with the fabric of the panties until wetness seeps through.
“See? You like it,” he says, a smirk appearing on his face.
RIIIIIP!
I can’t help but shriek as he rips the panties off my body.
Then he sits down and pulls me over his lap. I don’t know how it happens, it’s all going so fast, but one moment, I was still standing, and the next, he has his hand all over my bare ass.
SMACK!
I moan out loud.
“That’s for destroying the mirror in the gym.”
So he’s seen the damage I caused.
Another smack follows on the other cheek. It burns.
“That’s for trying to steal documents that don’t belong to you.”
He spanks me again on both cheeks until they’re red, and I moan out loud. “And that’s for spitting in my face and biting me.”
One more on both, and I’m panting and clenching my legs at the same time. Each smack reverberates into my pussy, causing deliciously sweet ripples of ecstasy I can’t control.
“And that’s because I like it,” he groans, and with the palm of his hand, he massages the spots he just hit. “You’ve been a naughty kitten. Tempting me. Persuading me to come to your room.”
“I didn’t do anything—”
Another spanking has me swallowing my words.
“If you want something, you’ve got to work for it. Now work for it, kitten. Show me how badly you want my cock … and maybe I’ll give it to you.”
He circles my ass with a flat hand, caressing me softly in a way that contrasts the previous sharp pain I felt there. And when he dives between my legs with his hand, it’s dizzying. Anger and desire melt into a confusing hot pot of mixed feelings as he toys with my pussy until his fingers are covered in wetness.
“Surprised that you enjoy pain? You shouldn’t be. It’s an easy step up from pleasure, and you’ve experienced both quite a few times before,” he murmurs, almost as if he’s gloating that he knows full well what he’s done to me.
And the fact that he’s right makes me hate him even more. But he makes it so damn hard not to mewl at his every touch as he circles my clit and makes me want to beg for more.
It comes so easy to him, so natural, that it feels as though we’ve been lovers forever.
When his fingers plunge into me, I gasp and moan out loud, discarding everything I told myself not to do. I let him pleasure me as if my life depends on it, and I tell myself I do it all because he’ll spill the truth, even when that is an actual lie.
But I don’t care anymore. All I want is the feel of him deep inside me. “Fuck …” I moan.
“Yes, come all over my finger,” he groans, and he thrusts in even harder until I can hardly keep it together.
His pants tent against my belly, his cock aching to be released, and at that moment, I want nothing more than to do his bidding. So I fall apart right there on his lap like a meek little kitten.
He slams his fingers into me a few more times as I ride out my orgasm, relishing every muscle spasm as if they are a badge he can earn. As I pant out loud, he pulls out his fingers and licks them. “Delicious.” The carnal grunt emanating from deep within his chest makes goose bumps scatter on my skin.
“On your knees,” he growls with greed darkening the look in his eyes.
I swiftly get down, right as he unzips his pants and pulls out his huge length. I still can’t get used to the size of it, even as he forces my head closer and tells me, “Open up.”
When my lips part, he shoves inside deep, so deep it makes my eyes tear up.
“Take it all in,” he growls.
I don’t fight, I don’t budge, I accept his cock in my throat like the gleeful, happy little whore he wants me to be. Just so I can get what I want … that’s what I tell myself as he thrusts in and out of my mouth again and again.
Each thrust makes it harder to breathe, as though he pushes in deeper and deeper, making me question my sanity when I thought I knew how big he was. The look on his face is animalistic while he fucks my face like he wants to show me who’s boss.
“Open wide, kitten. Let me fuck that pretty throat of yours,” he growls. And I do exactly as he says.
At this point, I’m not even thinking about the consequences of my actions anymore. All I want is for him to fuck me into oblivion, hoping it’ll set me free.
He grabs my hair and twists it into a knot, forcing my mouth onto him until my chin is against his balls. When I gag, he smiles at the sound. “That’s it, kitten.”
He likes to see me beneath him. I can tell from the sheer enjoyment on his face. He likes to make me feel powerless. To make me feel like I’m his to use. And he knows, as well as I do, that I enjoy it deep down, too.
But I would never say that out loud.
Need and prowess fill his beastly eyes as he fucks my face over and over again. His cock hardens with each stroke, his veins bulging against my tongue.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” he says, hissing as he loses control. He suddenly pulls out and tugs me backward by my hair. “Beg me for it.”
“What?” I mutter, a mixture of saliva and pre-cum dripping down my chin. “Beg me to come in your throat,” he says through gritted teeth.
I lick my lips as his cock bounces up and down in front of my face and say, “Please … come in my thro—”
I can’t even get the last few letters out before he rams his cock back into my mouth again. He plunges in so deep my eyes roll into the back of my head. He howls like a wolf, and warm seed jets onto my tongue and down my throat. It keeps coming, filling me up until I can’t hold it in anymore.
“Swallow it,” he demands, his dick still buried inside me.
I gulp and feel the cum drip down, so I swallow again and again until it’s all gone.
When he slips out of me, he wipes his cock against my lips and smiles. “Good girl.” With a single hand, he caresses my cheek, but this simple gesture makes me weak and vulnerable in a time of need. Because after ravaging me, he still finds time to show me gentleness.
We look at each other, both panting, and at this moment, it feels as though time stops. If we’d met under different circumstances, I wonder if we’d be more than captor and captive. If we could’ve ever been more than lovers.
But as time passes, so does the kind, gentle look on his face. Jungkook tucks in his cock, zips up, and marches out the door, slamming it shut behind him, leaving me breathless. And without any answers.
End of Y/n pov.