Okay but Jeon Jungkook suffocating you with his biceps whilst f*#king you from behind.

It wasn’t a secret you loved his arms–loved watching them bulge through his shirts, watching them flex when he chopped wood or lifted something heavy from the attic when you were both still trying to clear it of the previous owner’s junk.

It wasn’t a secret that Jungkook made sure to stay in shape.

It wasn’t a secret that he made sure to wear a shirt a size too small on some days, nor was it a secret that he left boxes full of heavy cans in doorways just so you’d shout at him to move them out of the way and he can show off his strength.

And then came the biting. The two of you would be cuddling under the covers–Jungkook halfway to sleep, you with your sudden bursts of energy–and he’d feel a sharp nip on his bicep. He’d jump, of course, and when he’d open his eyes he’d find you with flushed cheeks and a guilty expression.

He’d make sure to wipe that look off your face when he turns you to your side and yanks your panties halfway down your legs.

Which leads to now.

Where Jeon Jungkook has you perched on his lap, your back against his chest and stuffed to the brim with his fat d*#k as you bounce up and down like the needy girl he knows you are… Or at least as much as you can with his bicep wrapped tightly around your throat–knocking the air out of you with each bounce and limiting your movements.

“Come on, baby, that’s it. Squeezing me so f*#kin’ tight,” he grunts, flexing his bicep tighter–the action taking the air out of you once more. Your sharp inhale is audible, gasp quickly turning into a moan that has you clenching around him again.

“Just one more, baby,” he pants out. “Give me one more.” Another squeeze of his bicep around your throat.

“I can’t–” You cry out, too sensitive from the two orgasms Jungkook has already drawn out of you. Your back arches against him, your nails digging into the skin of his muscle as you roll your hips against him, thighs burning in protest.

“You can. You can give daddy another one, can’t you?” He breathes out against your neck, the warmth overwhelming your senses. Jungkook’s palm cups your thigh, using it as leverage to drag you up and down his d*#k, the head bumping against your walls. “Bite down, baby.”

Too blissed out, you follow his orders, biting down on his bicep as he starts to rut into your c*nt with a merciless pace. You whine and writhe on his d*#k, drool leaking down his thick, upper arm. 

“Doing so good for me, aren’t you?” He coos, hand slipping between your legs to find the small bundle of nerves that has you twitching on his d*#k from the oversensitivity. His thrusts grow harsher and sloppy as you bite down more. “Biting so hard, gonna leave bruises.” He flexes against your mouth. “Go on baby, take whatever you need. Gonna cum again.”

It only takes a few more squeezes around your head in time with his fingers before your back straightens, and he’s following your orgasm with his own–burying thick, white ropes deep into your c*nt.

He lets you take your time to catch your breath, pressing kiss after kiss to your head. It’s not until he lays you down gently, getting up to find something to clean you up with when he notices the deep purple mark of your teeth in his upper arm. “Well, I’ll be,” he beams. “My baby’s marking her daddy up real good. Gonna show the damn town who these belong to.”