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okay, can we have some hate sex? like i just haven’t seen any good hate sex in a while, and i know you’ll write the best one
It’s painful. Not the sex, but the suffocating feelings of desire that blossom in your chest when he comes closer. “I’ll be quick,” Jungkook promises, lips against your throat. Just ten minutes ago, the two of you had argued endlessly inside the restaurant, made the entire dinner table uncomfortable to the point Taehyung banished the two of you outside. Jungkook’s voice is still a little hoarse.
Your arms slink around his shoulders, fingers burying themselves in the dark tresses of hair that curl at the nape of his neck. The front of his slacks are tented, his arousal brushing against your thigh. “You’re always quick,” you mutter, a jab at the rather short-lived rounds he often delivers. Jungkook rolls his eyes, doesn’t even bother gracing you with a response as he pushes your dress up over your hips. In truth, you know Jungkook can last longer than the five minutes he spares you every now and again; you’ve been sharing a bedroom wall for nearly a year now, and if his frequent Saturday night ventures are anything to go off of, Jungkook is more than capable of doing away with someone for hours on end. He just doesn’t do that with you.
You wonder how it become like this, how your rather mellow friendship with Jungkook morphed into this monstrosity of a relationship, fucked up and painful. Once upon a time, the two of you were friends, dearly cherished by the other. One thing led to another, someone changed, and now you’re here. He hasn’t laughed around you in months, and the only time he smiles is after delivering a particularly painful blow your way. Two weekends ago he had cursed you to hell and back for arriving home too early, scaring off his catch before they even got a chance to lay together. “Fuck,” he had groaned, head in hands as you locked yourself in your own room.
Above you, he scoffs. His fingertips are ghosting your entrance, dancing across your folds until the muscles of your inner thigh twitch. “Soaking,” he comments, and you’re embarrassed to realize it’s true. As much as you’ve grown to hate the man, with his harsh words and searing glares, he’s ridiculously handsome when he’s angry, jaw a sharp line that tenses up tightly with each cruel word that rolls off your lips. Perhaps it’s why you seek out fights often, because it is the easiest way to win his attention. His fingers slip inside, and a soft gasp escapes your lips. “Not much to say now, huh?”
“Shut up,” you scowl, but can’t keep the whine out of your tone. “‘M not here to get scolded.” Inside of you, he curls his fingers, lips pressing along your jaw when he brushes against a particularly soft spot inside of you. “Just,” you exhale shakily, nails digging into his shoulders, “just wanna get fucked.”
“Right,” Jungkook laughs, “just here to get fucked.” It’s hollow, like there’s something else he wants to say but bites his tongue. It doesn’t last long, and eventually he’s muttering, “‘s all you ever want from me,” but you don’t hear that last bit over the pounding of your heart. Jungkook kisses your cheek and it stings, more than the names he had called you ten minutes prior, more than the gazes he gives you every single day.
It’s painful, because when he has you this close, touches you just so, you’re forced to admit your own hidden truth. That you like Jungkook, much more than you would ever let on, and these fleeting moments with his cock buried so deep inside of you are the only times he ever truly likes you. When you’re just another tight hole for him to ram into, when he needs to get off. Only then does he look your way, only then does he ever care.