Hello......
This is my first ever ff, English is not my native language at all so if you find any kind of grammatical or spelling mistake then avoid it.
This story contains.
* manipulation.
* male dominance.
* violence.
* sexual assault 🔞
* trigger...
DO NOT CONTINUE THIS CHAPTER IF YOU ARE BELOW 18 AND, ALSO WARNING TO PEOPLE WHO ARE SOFT THIS CHAPTER IS FULL OF SENSUAL SCENARIOS, IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE THEN PLEASE DO NOT CONTINUE FURTHER.
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he was lying there, breathless, dazed, and nearly bare her flushed skin glowing under the low light, a sheen of sweat clinging to her collarbones. Her bra strap had slipped from one shoulder, and her eyes, half-lidded and confused, blinked up at him like she didn't fully grasp what was happening.
She didn't. And Jungkook... loved that.
He loomed over her frozen for a second, his pupils dilating as if his every possessive instinct had snapped awake all at once. and then.... Silent. Purposeful. Predatory.
His eyes raked over her, not with affection, but with a need so sharp it could cut through steel. A slow exhale left his lips,.
Jungkook: You have no idea,
he murmured, leaning more into her.
Jungkook: No idea what you're doing to me like this.
She didn't speak. Her lips parted, a quiet gasp trembling in her throat but no words formed. She couldn't tell if the warmth in her body was the alcohol or his presence. Everything blurred.
He leaned in, brushing his lips over her ear, his voice barely a whisper all silk and danger.
Jungkook: You know how you look right now?
Her body shivered.
Jungkook: Like something helpless. Cornered by something much bigger then her. Like a little creature who doesn't know the predator's already made up his mind.
His hand found her wrist and pinned it above her head, slowly deliberately like he was savoring every inch of control. His other hand traced along the curve of her waist, stopping at the edge of her panties, fingers playing dangerously with the line between fabric and skin.
Her lips parted, a small, involuntary gasp leaving her mouth. The heat that flushed through her wasn't desire. It was confusion. Fear.
He stared at her for long, his gaze dark, observing.
Her body writhed beneath him, her skin was damp with sweat, breath coming in broken gasps. She was drunk, barely present, all dazed, trembling, helpless, weak, vulnerable and all on his mercy.
And this involuntarily submission felt inviting and without warning, his mouth covered hers again, not to kiss but to claim.
Jungkook moved with the terrifying patience of something that didn't need to rush. His lips dragged over her like fire slow, cruel, deliberate.
