Whispers of Submission jjk

Chapter 19+

⚠️ Warning: Mature Content Ahead ⚠️

This chapter contains scenes of a mature and intense nature that may not be suitable for all readers. If you are uncomfortable with themes of dominance, possessiveness, or adult content, please feel free to skip this chapter. Your well-being and comfort are important, so proceed with caution and take care of yourself.

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Y/N's heart raced as Jungkook's words hung in the air, thick with the promise of something she couldn't escape. His grip on her tightened, and she could feel the heat of his body pressing against hers, his every move deliberate and taunting. She knew she should fight back, but every ounce of strength seemed to have drained from her the moment he touched her.

"Did you really think you could avoid me?" Jungkook whispered, his voice dripping with dark amusement. "That you could just run away and pretend I don't exist?"

Y/N's breath hitched as he slowly trailed his fingers down her arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. She bit her lip, trying to keep the fear and the unsettling thrill that coursed through her veins from showing on her face.

"I—" she started, but her voice faltered, betraying her. The defiance she had clung to so desperately was slipping away, replaced by a trembling vulnerability that she hated herself for feeling.

Jungkook's smirk grew as he watched her struggle. "You thought you were so clever, didn't you? Avoiding me, hiding from me like a scared little girl. But you can't run from me, Y/N. I told you—" He leaned in closer, his lips barely an inch from hers. "You belong to me."

Before she could respond, he pulled her away from the door and pushed her roughly against a nearby desk, pinning her down with his body. Y/N gasped, the suddenness of his movement taking her by surprise. Her heart pounded in her chest, a wild mix of fear and something else—something she didn't want to acknowledge—coursing through her.

Jungkook's eyes darkened as he looked down at her, his expression a mixture of anger and twisted satisfaction. "You thought you could get away from me?" he hissed, his hand gripping her chin, forcing her to look at him. "No one runs from me, especially not you."

His hand trailed down her neck, his touch both possessive and teasing as he traced the curve of her collarbone. Y/N shuddered, her breath hitching in her throat. She wanted to scream at him, to tell him to stop, but her body wouldn't obey her.

"You're so quiet now," Jungkook murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. "Where's that fire you had before, hmm? All that bravado... gone. But don't worry, I like you like this. It's more fun to break you."

Y/N felt tears prickling at the corners of her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction. But as his hand moved lower, the tension in her body grew unbearable. She squirmed beneath him, trying to push him away, but his grip only tightened.

"Still trying to fight?" he chuckled darkly, his breath hot against her skin. "It's pointless, Y/N. The more you resist, the more I enjoy it. And you? You'll learn to enjoy it too."

His fingers ghosted over her waist, the touch feather-light but enough to make her flinch. He knew exactly what he was doing, toying with her, testing her limits. The smirk on his face showed how much he relished in her discomfort, in the control he had over her.

"Look at you," he murmured, his voice low and taunting. "So helpless. So vulnerable. And yet, there's something in your eyes... something that tells me you're enjoying this more than you want to admit."

Y/N's breath hitched, her heart racing as his words cut through her defenses. She wanted to deny it, to shout that he was wrong, but the truth twisted inside her, making her stomach churn.