Hi So I Saw Your Post About Request, Well I Was Wondering If You Could Write About "somnophilia And Pseudo

Hi so I saw your post about request, well I was wondering if you could write about "somnophilia and pseudo incest," with jungkook or jimin. However, idk, if its okay if the oc/yn is a lowkey yandere too? 😅😅

jk because I already have a similar request for jimin 💖 also, yes

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: forbidden romance, step!siblings au

warnings: this is nothing but sin, allusions to violence (not towards the reader), possessiveness, jealousy, pseudo incest, mentions of medication, con noncon, somnophilia, masturbation, creampie, some dirty talk, lowkey yandere reader

It wasn't unusual for your stepbrother to check up on you before bed. You've grown closer than you initially thought you would; it turned out that beneath the surface, you and Jungkook weren't that different, after all.

With a soft click, he turned off your nightlight, the mattress dipping under his weight as he settled beside you. Only the light of the moon filtered in through the curtains now, casting an ethereal glow on your face. Not for the first time, Jungkook's thoughts strayed far from the appropriate, familial path that they should have stayed on. He had always been rather closed off, but you managed to reach his heart and make a home in it so deep he couldn't stand to be apart from you.

Not for the first time, looking at you, Jungkook thought he understood the primal, ancient practices of making sacrifices to the gods. You were certainly a goddess to him, and he'd fall on his knees a thousand times over to pray at your altar; he'd slaughter and maim, to worship you and protect you. And he'd do so without batting an eyelid.

You wrapped an arm around his waist and snuggled into him, letting him pull you into his broad chest. You seemed to realize it was wrong to be this affectionate with him; he could see it in the way you jumped when your parents walked in as he'd hold you, pushing his hands away and avoiding his eyes. He could see it in the way you'd tense up when he'd come near you anytime your friends were around. But you never said anything; so he didn't, either.

He accepted that for a while, he could only be close to you in moments like this, concealed by the darkness behind closed doors. He stroked your cheek with the back of his hand, his rings cold against the heat of your skin.

"Sleepy?" He asked, amusement clear in his voice as he watched your eyes fall shut.

You hummed in response.

"I feel so much better on the new medication," you whispered. "I can't even remember when I fall asleep."

"That's good," Jungkook nodded. "I'm really glad."

It was true; Jungkook hated seeing you worn out, tormented by constant interruptions in your sleeping patterns. Seeing your eyes glow brighter and the bags under them disappear brought him a sense of relief he could never put into words.

There was one more reason, though. One more reason he had waited so patiently for you to get your new medication, settle into good sleeping habits and lower your guard. One more reason why he watched you so carefully as you swallowed your pills tonight. Jungkook was a good brother; but he was not a good man.

Carefully, he slipped his arm out from under you, ignoring the adorable groan of protest that tumbled out of your mouth. He pressed one knee into the mattress, right in between your thighs, resting his muscular arms on either side of your head. Your eyes fluttered as you felt his weight above you, your lids heavy with the weight of exhaustion, struggling to stay open.

"Jungkook?" You whispered.

The question lingering in the air felt so tangible he could practically taste it on his tongue. He could practically taste you as he leaned in, your breath mingling with his. This was a line he had never crossed before, and the fact that he was on the verge of doing so just as you were being pulled into the dark abyss of dreams was perplexing enough to make you reach out to touch him, see if he was real.

His arm felt hot and hard beneath your palm. He felt real enough. What was he doing, exactly? You weren't sure. Your head was beginning to feel fuzzy; but Jungkook had no intentions of letting you go to sleep scared or confused.

"Relax," he muttered. "This is what you wanted, isn't it, baby?"

It wasn't a term that he used with you often. You blinked up at him slowly, like you weren't quite catching on. Jungkook tapped the tip of his finger against your bottom lip, clicking his tongue.

"So this is how it's going to be, huh?" His voice turned into gravel, though it remained quiet all the same. "We're gonna pretend I don't notice how you push that little ass against me when we're in bed? Walking around the house with your tits on full display."

Seeing the embarassment that settled on your face made him grow harder in his briefs. It was all the confirmation he needed. He brushed his cheek against yours when his lips touched your ear.

"Should I also pretend I don't know about the mess you made behind my back?" He could feel you stiffen beneath him, your breath catching in your throat. "Scaring away all my girls. Possessive, aren't you?"

When he lifted his head again he couldn't hold back the arrogance that shone through his smile. The way you squeezed your hand into a fist with the little strength you had left, the way you pursed your lips, refusing to meet his eye. So cute.

He kissed your cheek tenderly, cooing at you.

"Don't be mad, baby. You're my only girl."

And then the way you looked up at him. It made his lungs constrict. He could have spent neons counting all the stars in your eyes.

"Then kiss me."

Whether it was your request, or the drugs taking over, your eyes fell shut again. Jungkook could swear his cock was starting to leak, his heart thudding loudly in his ears. The realization that he was finally going to have you, touch you and do whatever he wanted was beginning to settle in, setting his nerves on fire. Because you had no idea what you were in for.

"No," he gruffed. "You're a little minx. And you're going to get fucking punished for making me wait."

"Jungkook," his name came out as a weak, beautiful whine. "You were the one sleeping around."

Jungkook raised his eyebrows.

"Two can play at that game, baby. Don't be jealous."

His teasing tone was deceiving. He wanted you to be jealous. That was the whole point. And now that he reached his goal, it was his responsibility and utmost pleasure to take all of your concerns away.

"You're the only girl that matters," he promised sincerely, his thumb tracing over your cheekbone. "The only one that ever mattered."

The peaceful sigh that left you made excitement simmer in his stomach.

"And you're mine," he added in a murmur, "aren't you?"

You nodded in agreement.

"Then dream away, baby. I'm gonna leave you a gift," he pressed two of his fingers into your panty clad core, sliding them down to your entrance. "Right here."

You moaned into his ear. Jungkook's eyes almost rolled back, the dampness of your underwear sending him spiraling deeper into the most depraved parts of his mind.

"You'll be dripping with my cum," he dropped his voice down to a whisper. "Extra wet to touch yourself in the morning, yeah?"

You shuddered, attempting to wrap your arms around him, but they fell helplessly to your sides. "Please," you sighed, barely audible.

There was no way Jungkook could resist, not when you were begging for it, pliant and wet even as you succumbed to your medication and drifted off into a deep slumber. In fact, knowing that you were so eager for him despite being unconscious made his cock swell more, along with his heart.

"Sweet dreams."

He took in the steady rise and fall of your chest, how your head lolled to the side. He wanted you to be awake for your first time together; he wanted to capture your every moan and face expression, because Jungkook was greedy that way.

That didn't mean, however, that he couldn't keep his promise tonight.

He ran his tongue over his piercing as he lifted your shirt, pupils blown out, eyes stuck on the swell of your breasts. Tight, pretty nipples he couldn't wait to put his mouth on. He felt like a teenager again, watching porn for the first time; only this was real, you were real, so much better than any fantasy mankind could conjure up.

A deity from heavens above indeed.

He cupped your breast, the softness of it almost overwhelming. Leaning in to catch a hardened nipple in his mouth, he gave it an experimental suck. You were perfect. Groaning, he quickly switched to flicking his hot tongue against it. You tasted so sweet, he couldn't help looking for relief, shifting slightly in between your legs so he could grind his hard on against you.

It didn't help. The pleasure shot through him like a bolt of lightning. He was too excited; he knew he wasn't going to last long, but he didn't care. The sight of you lying there, helpless and waiting to be taken was enough to corrupt any man, that much he knew. Should he have felt some kind of guilt, a shadow of doubt, maybe? He didn't care about that either. Somehow the thought of how wrong this was made him leak more precum into his briefs. You belonged to him in all ways possible, and this was proof. You always have.

He inched away from your chest to pull your underwear aside, long, tattooed fingers grazing your wet folds. You were so warm, so mesmerizing; he couldn't take his eyes off of you, fumbling to take his needy, throbbing cock out with one hand.

The cool air that hit him was a small relief. He couldn't wait, no matter how much he wanted to savor the moment. He consoled himself with the thought that he'd have plenty of time to do it again. To feel you, to grope you, to choose where he wanted to come - because right now he still had a promise to keep.

Only a fraction of him was sober enough to remember how thin the walls were. He gritted his teeth as he rubbed his cock in between your folds, fighting to keep his breathing under control.

So wet. So still. He spread your lips, slipping the flushed tip inside the tightness of your cunt. His abdomen tensed up, a whimper trying to push its way out of his throat. This was the real test of his faith, the biggest temptation Jungkook had yet to face. It would have been so easy to just ram inside and fuck you.

But Jungkook was a good brother, and good brothers didn't go back on their word. Good brothers weren't selfish.

He wrapped a hand around his veiny shaft and pressed his lips into your neck, proceeding to stroke himself slowly. He grunted when he felt your walls sucking him in, like you were begging for the rest of his cock to ruin you. Instead his hand sped up, his hips beginning to rut forward.

"So tight, so tight," he gritted into your skin. "Mmph- fuck."

No response. Of course, how could there be one? He tightened his hand around your breast, squeezing desperately. He had dreamed of jerking himself off right into your willing, drenched pussy, and the fact that it was finally happening was too much for him to handle. He could feel his orgasm rushing at him like a freight train, and he made no attempt to move out of the way of its blinding lights.

His cock pulsed as sticky cum shot into your heat, a throaty moan muffled against your neck. He emptied himself inside you with his eyes shut tightly, letting the sensation consume him entirely until he was spent.

He limped against you before pulling his cock out of your filled cunt, attempting to catch his breath.

"Oh fuck..." he mumbled. "Oh fuck."

His body was humming with a pleasant rush, his stomach still jittery, the aftermath of a rollercoaster. He breathed you in, trying to ground himself in you.

Not wanting to crush you, however, he forced himself up and lied down beside you, a heavy sigh fleeing his chest. He fixed up your panties and pulled his own boxers back up, trying not to think about his cum resting inside you. If he focused on it too much, he knew he'd get hard again, and he didn't think he'd be able to restrain himself this time.

Wrapping an arm around you, he left appreciative kisses on your shoulder, an uncomfortable pang of sorrow stinging his chest when he realized he couldn't stay with you. Not as a boyfriend. Not as a lover. If your parents walked in and caught you, you'd both be immediately disowned. And while Jungkook didn't give a flying fuck, personally, he didn't want to see you hurt.

It looked like he'd have to take care of this problem on his own. Sooner rather than later.

He sighed again, pressing a final kiss into your lips. Soft, short and sweet, a silent goodnight, see you tomorrow, I love you.

He couldn't wait to say it out loud.

SUGA x Valentino ♡ Marie Claire

question: based on experience, are people really vocal during sex? as in do they really do dirty talk? or most of the time, it’s just grunting and moaning? i find myself thinking these thoughts whenever i read smut cos personally, i haven’t engaged in sex yet because i just haven’t met someone i feel comfy enough to go all the way – just make outs here and there.

i can’t wait for come back to me to drop!! it’s gonna be so good ♡

hi! if you're still taking requests. can you do a noncon smut with jungkook? with things like forced impregnation / baby trapping 😳

yes we can! thank you for sending a request & being patient with us! please read the tags for what is to come for this one-shot - if you are not comfortable with it please do not proceed!

test your morality (jungkook)

jungkook's morality is tested when he's woken from his unconscious state to find you - his best friend - bound before him. @sweetempathprunetree @momnomnom @darkuni63 @chimmy-licious

word count: 3.610

warning: yandere tendancies, dark themes, non-con/dub-con moments, smut, humiliation/degradation kink, bondage, shock collar, crying, sadism, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk,

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Your tears stream down your face rapidly - so much so that it reminds Jungkook of a streaming river. So hot and fresh and full of emotion. 

Jungkook loves you. You & he are best friends. He could date back years - decades - in which you and he had sat side by side. 

You were there when he had scraped his knee while playing tag in kindergarten. You wiped his tears away, saying that it was okay for boys to cry after he was being teased for it.

Jungkook had been there for you, as well. You had gained enough courage to attempt to befriend a group of girls just for them to laugh right in your own face - he was scolded for throwing mud on them, but it was worth it.

First crushes, first kisses, homecomings, proms and graduations - you and Jungkook dealt with it all. 

The summer after High School graduation was one of his favorites. You two were young and free, having no worries in the world. College began and though you and he couldn’t hang often, you still found time for him just as he did you.

Now you and Jungkook are adults, both the age of 26. You are grown now, having “adult” jobs and responsibilities. 

Jungkook loves you - his best friend. He’d do anything for you and he knows you’d do the same for him. Even in such a cruel world, you found someone that you loved and loves you (not as much as he loves you, but it was close enough). As his best friend, you deserved it. 

This is why now Jungkook was feeling terrible. It’s a feeling that’s deep in the pits of his stomach - his soul. A feeling that no one should ever know - a dark desire that anyone would keep a secret.

You once told him that to truly know someone, you’d have to know what turns them on - what makes them cum. You were going through a spiritual journey that time and he brushed you off with a nervous laugh.

You were Jungkook’s best friend. He loved you dearly. You didn’t want to know what turns him on or what makes him cum - especially when it had you involved in it. 

The feeling is terrible, Jungkook notes. You’re crying, whimpering and twitching. Your throat had to ache - he’s positive of it. Your neck is bright red, veins pulsing as you pant. Your cheeks are puffy as flushed. As you pant, your chest heaves.

You.

You were Jungkook’s best friend.

Jungkook hates himself right now. He hates how tight his jeans feel at the sight of you. He hates how his breathing is increasing along with yours, mouths slightly agape. His eyes dart from your crying, frightened face, to your twitching body.

Jungkook swallows.

The room is bright - not naturally bright, but overwhelmingly. Jungkook panics at first, not recognizing his scenery. The room is completely white, the floors and walls both being tiled. There’s a television in the far corner of the room and beside it a sealed door. 

“Kookie…”

Jungkook’s head snaps to the sound of the voice. His blood runs cold.

“Y/N…?”

Jungkook shudders, shaking his head. He stands from his fetal position, trembling.

You are bound across from him on the tiled floor. Your ankles are free, but your wrist aren’t. They’re tied directly behind you.

Your clothing is limited and he notes that it’s something he hasn’t seen before. You’re sporting a plaid skirt that stops directly mid thigh and a button up white shirt, only it exposes entirely too much cleverage. 

“What’s going on…?” Jungkook murmurs. He doesn’t remember any moment that would lead the both of you in this room. “Y/N, are you okay-“

“Finally.”

Jungkook flinches at the sudden voice - a staticy robotic tone. 

“You two are up. Hello Y/N, Jungkook.” The voice continues. “You two don’t know me and I barely know you. In that case…let’s test your morality.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?!” Jungkook roars. “Let Y/N go-!”

You scream - a high pitch scream filled with anguish and pain. Your eyes are wide, bulging out your eye sockets and instantly, tears drop. 

Jungkook racks his mind for what’s going on - then it clicks. Within the last year there’s been a string of unsolved cases. Some were murders of missing people, others were found alive but severely injured and mentally drained. Police wanted to keep the details out of the media so they could focus on finding the person, but what did make it to the media. All of the victims that were alive had stated the person wanted them to “test their morality”.

It was then that Jungkook realized that you were wearing a collar - a shock collar. He feels idiotic for not recognizing it sooner - it’s thick and appears like a belt.

“Repeated shocks can often lead to drastic changes in the heart and respiration rate.” the staticy voice speaks. 

Jungkook clenches his fist, swallowing thickly. He forces everything in him to tear his eyes away from you. He inhales and exhales - he recalls the many times he and you would do the breathing exercises. “Count to ten while breathing” you’d tell him. 

“What is it that you want?” Jungkook sighs. “Y/N doesn’t deserve this.”

“Doesn’t she?”

There’s silence on both ends. Jungkook slowly turns back to you to find your blurry eyes already on him. His breathing hitches.

“I mean…” the staticy voice comes once more. “...after all, she’s nothing but a whore.”

“No she is not.” Jungkook shakes his head. 

“You don’t think that, Junkook.” the voice counters. “I may not know either of you on a deeper level, but I know well enough of how you really feel for her.”

Jungkook feels his heart pound erratically at the choice of words. 

“Entertain me, Jungkook. Or can I call you Kookie. Y/N does.” the voice offers a low laugh. “It must be so terrible always being second in her eyes. Women never realize who’s really right in front of them.”

“Shut up.” Jungkook grits his teeth.

“Knowing that you’d been there for her for years and she found another man to satisfy her?”

Jungkook scoffs.

“You should be thanking me, Jungkook. Entertain me now and I’ll let you two leave.”

“You’re sick!” Jungkook hisses. 

“And so are you.”

Jungkook flinches when you scream once more, this time your body erratically jerks. Jungkook scurries your way, grasping your shoulders - just as he does your screaming stops. You’re crying once more, the same drastic tears as before. 

“How does it feel, Jungkook?” the static voice questions. “To see the woman you love completely helpless for you…crying such lustful tears. Completely bound for you to use.”

No.

No.

Jungkook shakes his head slowly - he doesn’t want to hear your whimpers any more. He doesn’t want to look at your tearstained face - he feels terrible enough about the tightening in his pants. 

“I can see the fucked out look on your face. Your eyes are so dark, Jungkook.”

“Shut…up.”

“You look like such a predator.” the static voice begins to laugh again. “Poor Y/N is your prey, isn’t she? So defenseless and submissive for you. Crying for help.”

Jungkook’s hands clench your shoulders gently. He fights everything in him to not look into your eyes, but he caves. You’re silently sobbing, sad eyes on his.

“Y/N is your best friend, right? You love her?”

Jungkook nods his head, his eyes never leaving yours. “I do love you, Y/N.” he murmurs. “I don’t know how to help us right now…”

“Always coming to her defense. You’re like a savior in her eyes.” the static voice speaks. “What are you willing to do to keep her safe, Jungkook?”

Your eyes widen and you shake your head. You begin to cry once more. “P-Please, Kookie!” you sob. “I-I don’t want to feel that pain anymore, I-I-”

“Stop crying, Y/N.” Jungkook places both of his hands upon your cheeks, thumb wiping away your tears. 

“I want to test your morality like I do with all my players.”

“What…do you want?” Jungkook grits. He doesn’t want you to be in any more pain than necessary - he doesn’t want to continue to feel the sick pleasure of it. He wishes for whatever Gods above to strike him down right now for such impure thoughts.

“I will let Y/N and you go in about an hour.” The television flashes to a clock as it begins to countdown. “Within that hour, you can either entertain me or…I can use that collar to my advantage. For the entire hour.”

Jungkook shushes you as you begin to cry out for him, trembling.

“E-Entertain you how?” Jungkook sighs in defeat. “Just don’t hurt her anymore!”

The static voice hums. “I want to see just how much you love your friend, Jungkook. I want to see just how much you truly would do anything to protect her - even if it was to use her for your own sick pleasure.”

Jungkook swallows. 

“I want…to see what makes you cum, Jungkook.”

Jungkook can hear his heart through his ears. He clenches his eyes shut to try to get rid of your frightened expression - but he cannot.It plagues his mind and he hates himself for it - hates how your screams cause goosebumps onto his skin. How it appears melodic, a beautiful tune for his ears to hear.

“I trust you, Kookie.”

Jungkook snaps his eyes open and it’s as though the room grows silent. He stares at you - did he hear you correctly? 

“Y/N…” Jungkook isn’t convinced. He doesn’t trust himself around you right now - or that you know the true meaning of the words you’re telling him. 

“I don’t want to be in pain anymore, Kookie.” you cry with a head shake. “I-I can’t-”

There’s another bloodcurdling scream coming from you. Your head shakes from side to side and your back arches.

“Okay, okay, okay!” Jungkook screams, head turning to the large television to the high cameras in the ceiling. “I’ll do it. Just stop hurting her!”

Your head falls back with a low sigh. Your chest rises and falls. You look utterly defeated, babbling incoherent words. 

“I’m sure you don’t need any help with getting erect.” 

Jungkook can hear the tone in the static voice - it’s teasing him. Taunting him. It’s fueling his point of how sick Jungkook was - even in such a dire time like this. Here you laid bound in pain, begging for him for any form of comfort.

Jungkook shudders.

“It’s getting boring to watch, Kookie.” the voice quips. “The clocks are ticking. If you don’t do something soon…” The threat is empty, but it doesn’t need to be stated. If Jungkook doesn’t continue, you would continue to be shocked. You already appeared to be in between consciousness, in such great pain. 

“Y/N?” Jungkook murmurs. He leans close to you, his forehead pressed against yours. “I don’t want you to hate me…I  would never hurt you.”

You don’t respond to his words with your own. Your eyes are fluttering, barely able to remain open.  You’re groaning and that tells Jungkook that you’re still conscious - not fully succumbing to the harsh treatment of the shock collar.

Jungkook presses a kiss to your forehead. He exhales, allowing his hand to travel from your shoulder to your hips. He swallows. “I promise not to hurt you, Y/N.” he murmurs. He ponders if you can hear him - you don’t appear to be fully coherent.

“Tick. Tock.”

Jungkook looks up at the camera, a glare on his face. He leans away from you with a shake of his head. 

What Jungkook is doing is wrong. He doesn’t want to do this to you - not while you’re in between consciousness and dealing with such pain. He doesn’t want this to change the friendship you gained throughout the years. He was able to contain his emotions for you for this long - he was sure he could contain it forever if it meant you’d be safe.

But now you weren’t safe - Jungkook wasn’t able to keep you out of harm's way. You were entangled in such a horrible situation because of his dark fantasies.

The only way Jungkook could bear ever doing this to you was to believe that he was doing this for you - for a good cause.

Jungkook’s hands travel to your skirt, tangling them in the hem of it and he begins to pull them down. His breathing becomes heavy as he does so. It feels scandalous to see you in such a way. 

You were always so beautiful to Jungkook. Even as you grew from a girl to a teenager, he made sure to tell you how beautiful you were. When you went through the phase of not loving your body, he assured you that you were amazing the way you were.

It was because Jungkook was your best friend and he loved you.

Your skirt is off, legs falling limp as he removes it fully. His hands gently touch the smooth skin of your legs, admiring how soft to the touch they were.

“You’re still as beautiful as you always are, Y/N.” Jungkook’s pressing kissing to your neck now, holding your body close to him. Only soft grunts are your responses, but Jungkook tells himself that you’re enjoying it - he needs to in order not to feel disgusted with himself.

“I told you I would always protect you…and I promise I’ll do just that.”

Jungkook is now removing your underwear - they were cotton and black, a regular basic pair. They drop besides you, discarded just like your skirt.

Jungkook shudders once more. His mind is screaming that this was wrong - you were his close friend. You trusted him to always keep you safe. If there was someone you trusted, it was Jungkook.

But then there was the devil on Jungkook’s shoulder that screamed at him - that he was doing this for you. He was doing this to keep you safe and out of pain. You would thank him later when you and he survived this. But for now, he had to do this.

Such impure thoughts were what drove him to lick your clit. You aren’t fully unconscious - you react with a strain grunt that excites him. He’s licking and suckling onto your clit, appearing like a lustful fool. His fingernails dig into the skin of your thigh to keep you in place, head bobbing side to side as your juices coat his tongue.

Jungkook’s sanity is slowly losing. There’s no wetter you could be - but yet, he cannot stop himself from spitting on your already swollen clit and lapping it up with his tongue.

Jungkook thinks about the amount of times he had masturbated to you dating back to his teenage years. How he wished it was you when he was with other women; hookups or girlfriends. 

Jungkook removes himself from your wet clit and inhales deeply. His eyes are dark and full of sinful lust. You appear more coherent than before, but do not form any words. He lifts himself to look at you fully. “You’re so beautiful, Y/N…baby.” Jungkook fumbles with his pants. “We’ll get through this, right? You’ll still love me after this.”

Jungkook allows his cock to spring from his underwear. His hard and thick, twitching to be inside of you.

“Of course you’ll love me. You’ll always love me.” Jungkook places the tip of his cock and slaps it against your clit. He rubs it, pure ecstasy. “You’re already so wet…I know you love this just as much as I do, baby.”

Jungkook rubs the tip of his cock against your clit, the sight utterly filthy. You’re so wet and warm and willing - so perfect for him. This was a sacred moment for the two of you; two lovers.

Your boyfriend wasn’t someone Jungkook took entirely seriously. You had a few that were never good enough - this current one being the longest relationship. Yet and still, he could never have what you and Jungkook did. 

Jungkook enters himself inside of you, head swinging back to loudly groan. You were just as he always imagined. Wet, warm and tight. The two of you connect like a perfect puzzle piece.

Jungkook was becoming far gone. He grasps your thighs and pushes them apart harshly, picking up the pace. Your juices are dripping out of your pussy, coating the floor. The sounds of skin slapping echoes off of the tile walls.

“I waited so long, baby.” Jungkook moans. Your body hits against the cold floor with each thrust, appearing to bring you back to a conscious state slowly. “I know you love it, Y/N. You’re so wet for me.”

Jungkook leans down to wrap his lips in yours. His thrusts only become more rough. His mind flashes for a few moments, replaying your screaming and terrified face as you were being shocked. 

Jungkook releases your lips to release a deep groan.

“K-Kookie…”

Jungkook’s eyes widened at the sound of his name. “Y/N, baby…” he grunts. With each thrust he swears he goes deeper. “I love you so much, baby. You don’t understand.”

Your eyes begin to open, but they have a hard time focusing on anything around you. 

Jungkook leans back to look at you fully. Your shirt was disheveled, your breast falling out. You were moaning those beautiful moans for him, mouth agape.

“I can have you all to myself now, baby.” Jungkook places his right hand onto your lips, gripping it. Your eyes widen slightly, trying your best to look directly at him instead of past him. “We can be the family we talked about when we were younger.”

Jungkook cracks his hips at an alarming pace. He feels the way you clench around him so heavenly.

“Remember when we were in first grade and I said I’d marry you?” Jungkook chuckles darkly. “That we’d have two kids - a boy and a girl?”

Jungkook releases his hand from your mouth to clench your breast. You begin to heave with the new found air he supplied you.

“Now we can have our baby…” 

Jungkook places a thumb upon your clit and rubs. He would allow you to cum - it wasn’t fun if you didn’t cum along with him. 

“...and it can be just you and I until then…”

You’re twitching, tears falling down your cheeks. You were overstimulated, but that was okay. Jungkook loves you - he was pleasuring the woman he loves. This was a powerful moment for the both of you, a true bond between two lovers.

“I’m cumming, too, baby.” Jungkook leans down to capture your lips. His thrusts are sloppy but his stamina doesn’t decrease.

With how good you’re clenching around him, Jungkook doesn’t last long. He’s twitching, aggressively groaning into your lips.

The room is quiet once again and it takes Jungkook around five minutes to move away from you. It was as though the dark cloud leaves and the light shines through - the consequences of his actions.

Jungkook eyes you once more. You’re awake, eyes open and now staring right at him. You aren’t speaking, and neither is he. He feels the familiar pit in his stomach - the self pity and hatred.

“Congratulations on surviving…” the staticy voice booms through his ears, but Jungkook cannot take his eyes off of your blank expression. “...I have disabled Y/N’s collar. You are free to remove it.”

You don’t move as Jungkook goes to remove the leather collar. It’s heavy as he drops it beside you. Jungkook places a gentle hand onto your cheek, sad eyes staring into your own. “Y/N…”

“How do you feel, Jungkook?” the voice asks. “Was it worth it?”

“Please let us go.” Jungkook’s voice cracks. “You got the satisfaction you wanted.”

“As did you.” the voice retorts. “Such a passionate scene. The first time I actually saw someone act so lovingly towards a woman.”

Jungkook sniffles. He goes to dress you once more, making sure your shirt is completely covered before he does the same to himself. 

Jungkook wraps both arms around you, bringing you close to his chest. He doesn’t want to cry - he has to be strong for you. “Please, Y/N.” he begs. “Don’t be upset with me.”

Jungkook is stiff when he hears quiet sobs. Your shoulders are jerking in his embrace and all he can think to do is hold you tighter.

“The door is open. Always has been.” the voice says. “If you would have checked first, you’d see that there was a key right onto the table outside for her restraints.”

Jungkook’s head snaps to the cameras. “What…w-what the fuck is this?!”

“I wanted to see how far you’re willing to go to live out your fantasies.”

Jungkook holds you tighter. He shakes his head.

Jungkook didn’t know. The voice had to be lying. There was no way the door was unlocked - he was trying to break him. There was no way he would leave you alone in this room while restrained - you were screaming in such agony that he would’ve done anything to relieve you.

Right?

“You can thank me now. Y/N knows how much you love her.” there it was - the same taunting tone in the speaker's voice that mocks him. “You are free to go. Like stated, the door was always unlocked and I am nowhere near you two to do any harm. The key to her restraints are just outside the door. Congratulations again on surviving and allowing me to test your morality, Jungkook.”

Jungkook’s blood runs cold at the words.

hi! Cycle is showing up in the yandere jungkook tag, thats how i found your fic :)

hi! is it really??? idk why it’s not showing up when i look for it ˙◠˙ but thank you so much for letting me know!!! maybe it’s my app