𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟*𝐫𝐜𝟑𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐯!𝐛— 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐮𝐧!-𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

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(This fanfic segment contains mature themes, expl?cit content, offensive sl@ngs, strong language. Reader discretion is advised. If you are uncomfortable with such content, please refrain from proceeding further. Before reading this part, it is recommended to read the fanfiction for context.)

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"You want to challenge me, sweetheart?" His hand wrapped around her throat, tilting her head up. "Go ahead. But just know… the next time you disobey me, I won’t be so merciful."

Her breath hitched. He was so close, his scent intoxicating. His grip firm yet careful.

"Say it," he demanded. "Say who owns you."

Y/N bit her lip, staring up at him defiantly.

She would never admit it.

But they both knew the answer.

"You think you can push me, darling?" he growls, fingers trailing down her trembling body.

Y/N meets his gaze, fire still burning in her eyes.

"You love that I push you," she whispers.

Jungkook’s smirk is pure sin.

"Oh, sweetheart," he murmurs, tearing off the dress she so arrogantly wore. "The fun’s just getting started."

Her wrists ached from the way he pinned them above her head, his fingers tight around them like shackles, refusing to let her move. His breath was hot against her flushed skin, every exhale making her shiver as his lips ghosted along her jaw.

"You thought you could play with me?" he rasped, his voice deep, thick with hunger. "Nah, sweetheart....never...and know that this p$🌚$y belongs to me."*

Her gasp turned into a whimper when his teeth sank into the soft skin of her neck, his tongue s*ck❗ng over the bite to soothe the sting. His other hand gripped her waist, dragging her closer, making sure she felt every inch of his c*🌚k pressing against her dr!-pp❗ng f0+lds.

"So f#ckg w"t for me," he groaned, dragging his l3-ngth against her. His fingers slid down, te#sing, dip— ping into your ëntr@- nce before pulling away, making you wh❗ne.

"S-stop...i understand...i do—"

"N##dy little th❗ng," he chuckled darkly. "Don’t worry, baby. I’m gonna str3—tch this p$🌚$y until it remembers exactly who ow-ns it."

Before she could beg, he went in_&❗de— d33p, sl#w, unb3@—rable— making her back @rch as a ch0+ked cry left her lips. His grip on her thr—0@t tightened just slightly, his other hand f🌚rc❗ng her l🌚gs wider.

"That’s it," he murmured against your ear, licking the shell before nipping at it. "Take it @//, just like that."

His h!-ps pulled back, only to sl@-m forward again with a puni— shing pace that had her eyes ro//-ing back. He was fi‼️ing her over and over again, every th**$t h##der, d##per, claiming her in a way that left no room for doubt.

His m##uth trailed down, latching onto her br3—@$t, s##k!ng h@-rd while his t0n& gue flicked over her s3ns—❗tive nip##. His t33th gr@-zed it, making her cry out, her body helplessly responding to his every t🌚uch, every th##st, every f❗lthy promise he whispered against her skin.

"Say it," he growled, his c*🌚k hitting that sp0-t ins ❗de her. "Tell me who this p$🌚$y belongs to."*

She sobbed, plê@— $ure dr0wning her...as her n@❗ls dug into his broad shou—lders. 

"You....I-i belong to you!"

A wicked smirk stretched across his lips before he fl!pp-ed her onto her stom@—ch in one r0*u gh move, forcing her back into an @rch.

"Damn right, baby. Now, let’s see how many times I can make this p$🌚 $y sc—r3@m my name."

And he didn’t stop until her body was trem##ling, wr3—ck#d, ru❗-ned, and fi//- ed with nothing but him.

It went a little too spicy 🥴

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