You wished you had a better excuse for yourself when a towering figure of your boyfriend's dad tapped you on the shoulder, taking you away from the embrace of some cute stranger whose tongue was halfway kissing your mouth, but you didn't. When you saw the furrowed brow of your might-be father-in-law the only thing on your tongue was a hasty 'oh fuck'.

You jumped up from the boy's lap so fast your head went dizzy and the man in front of you grabbed you by the shoulder to keep you steady.

"Mr. Jeon," you stuttered, "it's not -"

"Please, don't insult me by saying it's not what I think it is."

No, it was exactly what he thought it was. You, his son's girlfriend, having fun with a guy who most definitely was not his son. The reason was not that important, not to him, at least.

You wanted to start explaining right away, how you've had a rough patch, how you seemed to only fight, how every fucking thing your boyfriend did begin to drive you insane. How you couldn't even fuck him without getting irritated. How you just wanted… And that was where you were stuck. You had no fucking idea what you wanted. You had no idea what to tell Jason's pleading eyes when he asked you what should he do to make you happy. The only answer you had was 'don't be you', but it was too cruel to say out loud. So you decided to find out what it was you were looking for and somehow it made you end up where you were. In a shady club, where the music was too loud and the drinks too watered down, with your boyfriend's dad staring at you disapprovingly.

The stream of excuses and almost spilled tears flow out of you and the next thing you know is you're being enveloped in a bear hug, large hands swiping up and down your back in a comforting  motion.

"I know, baby, I know." Jungkook's voice was deep in your ears, his usual green flannel was soft as you fisted the material on his sides, still shaking. "But I have to tell him, you know that, right?"

You shook your head, face still pressed into his broad chest, begging him against it, telling him you'd fix everything, that you'd tell him yourself. You didn't even know why you cared that much, you were close to breaking your two-year relationship yourself, but the thought of Jungkook telling his son mortified you.

He let you go, studying your face and swiping a tear that escaped your eye. "Let's go somewhere more quiet to talk, okay?"

You nodded in agreement and let him lead you to the area with private rooms. You sat on the couch when he patted a place next to him.

"Now, I know Jason's a bit... immature when it comes to life, all of its aspects. And I know that a girl like you must have desires, needs that my son can't meet." 

You hurried to oppose him. "He's—"

Jungkook raised his hand not letting you continue. "But if only you came to me, sugar, I wouldn't have the need to tell him, y'know? Since I know you're being safe and ain't gonna give my boy anything, ain't gonna break his heart, when it's just physical... It wouldn't hurt him. But when you go around the bars dressed like that," he vaguely motioned on a tight silver dress hugging your body like a second skin, "whoring yourself out —"

"I— " You tried again, ignoring his bluntness and an endearment lost between condescending words, he huffed, and it sounded irritated.

"I didn't ask, sweetheart, I just call it how I see it. Let's make it a mutually pleasurable experience, hm? I'll help you way more, of course, but you can just owe me a thanks."

At that moment, when your head welcomed the gravity in a form of a nod, you couldn't explain to yourself why you cared about Jason so much that you were ready for any perverted thing his dad would demand. Was it even about Jason?

"Good girl. Come here, darling"

You shuffled closer, your thighs flush against each other, but Jungkook tsk’d and in a flash of light his massive hand enveloped your thighs, pulling you on top of him to straddle his lap. You squeaked and he lightly slapped your thighs, rough palms creeping further and sliding up your already bunched up dress, fully exposing your legs and neon pink thongs.

"This thing here," he swiped his finger along the band of your panties, barely touching what was hidden with them. "It is like a neon sign 'fuck me, please'. Not a thing you'd wear if you weren't planning on having sex tonight, is it?"

You shook your head, not knowing if you're agreeing with him or the opposite.

"It's okay, baby," he took his right hand from your thigh and brought your face close to his by your chin. His left hand kept on your waist, thumb pressing a bit lower than your belly button. "I understand." His whisper was hot on your lips and when you once again opened your mouth to explain, or say sorry or anything, he used the moment to dive into you, crashing your mouths together. His lips were anything but gentle. Molding you to fit him, biting your lower lip so you would open your mouth further and let him inside, which you did. You hoped to taste alcohol - preferably a lot of it - on his tongue, something that would give a better explanation to what was happening, but the best you could find on his tongue was a hint of beer and cigarettes.

His hands slowly mapped your body, meeting around your neck. You were hot, your brain was melting from the lack of oxygen and the terrifying knowledge that Jeon Jungkook was an excellent kisser and your body recognized it against all morals.

His tongue caressed you just right, teeth biting your soft flesh a bit too rough, but instead of hurt, the moan that erupted from you was satisfied.

"Are you enjoying this, baby?" He looked amused, his eyes blinking with perverted pleasure. You were silent, your unsteady breathing betraying you. He lifted his hips a little, his clothed bulge hitting the wet spot on your panties roughly. "Come on now, get on your knees, I want you to kiss me somewhere else."

Your eyes widened, arousal being put on halt as the reality of what was happening overwhelmed your senses.

"Don't make me repeat myself." Patience seemed to run thin in Jungkook, opening the gates to something way more dark as his grip on your neck tightened. You felt if he squeezed you a bit more he'd leave a bruising handprint on your neck. Slowly slipping from his thighs you settled on your knees between his widely spread legs. "Go on." His eyes pointed to his ever growing bulge and you could swear you saw fire dancing in his pupils as your shaking hands started undoing his jeans.

He let out a sigh of relief as your hands let his dick spring free, the massive size of him intimidating to say the least. The last thing you wanted to do is compare him to your boyfriend - his son - but a rapid thought of how Jason had nothing compared to his father neither in terms of size nor girth still ran through your mind. His shaft was thick, you knew you wouldn't be able to wrap your hand around it and your insides clenched at that thought. it was veiny and dark, deep pink tip glistening with precum, inviting you to wrap your lips around it. You stared at it for a good minute, calculating how the fuck you're going to fit inside you - mouth or cunt - all good eight inches of him. You doubted he actually wanted to just kiss it.

"I know my dick's impressive, but stop fucking staring at it and get to sucking.

The polite, almost gentle Mr. Jeon was nowhere to be seen, and he grabbed the back of your head, fingers tangling your hair as he guided you to his dick.

You did kiss it at first, getting to know the feeling of his hot skin under your lips, the salty taste of him on your tongue, the odor of his cologne - did he fucking sprayed perfume on his balls? - invading your lungs.

"I hoped you knew that 'kissing' was a euphemism." He quite literally took the matters in his own hands, squeezing your cheeks painfully and forcing his dick inside your hot mouth. Jungkook was too wound up or cared too little, going as hard as he did, shoving as much of his length inside you as he could - which wasn't a lot before you started gagging and gasping for air. Your hands went to his thighs, nails digging in the coarse material of his jeans as you tried to push away against his deadly grip.

"Now, now, baby, I know you can do better than that. Didn't my boy train that little throat of yours?" You moaned in protest, saliva dripping from the corners of your stretched lips and the man above you groaned in pleasure as another inch of his dick slipped inside. "I guess not."

You couldn't do anything but let him use your mouth as he pleased, bobbing your head up and down. "Come on, you need to take every inch, love. You're already doing great for me."

Something wild stirred your insides as a familiar wave of need dampened your panties further and you squeezed your thighs together either to get some relief. yourself or to suffocate your pleasure. You didn't notice when Mr. Jeon's grip on your head loosened and you started to willingly force his dick down your throat.

You felt tears streaming down your cheeks in constant waterfalls. Your eyes stung and your throat was full of his dick, but you continued inching further, the desire to touch the base of his dick with your lips ripping at your insides. You tried to see Jungkook through the tears, even with the blurred vision you saw his smirk.

"I love when you suffer for me, baby girl. You look so good crying on my dick." You gasped and as soon as your front teeth barely touched the sensitive skin of his dick you felt a stinging slap on your left cheek.

"Careful, you don't wanna hurt me," the caress of his rough palm felt more painful, when he whispered a barely-audible "darling."

You nodded as much as you could, full of his flesh that somehow continued growing in you no matter how you tried to get used to it. He was close, you knew it by the breaths that were colored with little growls now, by the fact that he didn't say much more besides moans interrupted by occasional 'good slut, baby, such a good cockwhore' that made you squirm and press the heel of your foot harder into your aching core. 

The rough pull of hand that tugged you by your hair off his saliva coated dick took you by surprise, though. You were ready to feel his hot cum trickle down your throat, almost anticipating it, but when his hard angry length stared at you and he forcefully evened his breathing you knew how mistaken you were. Your eyes traveled back to his face in time to see him open his previously tightly shut eyes. He gave you another one of his smiles and patted your cheek, not caring about saliva and his precum covering your flesh.

"Good fucking girl," he exhaled, "but I have something else in mind."

You shivered when he got up, dick still free and bobbing, almost hypnotizing you to follow it with your gaze. You didn't get a chance, though, as he gripped your shoulders and brought you to your shaking feet. He looked you up and down, twisting his head to the side as his eyes stopped at your thongs. Without so much as a word, his large hand palmed your whole pussy, his fingers thick and warm against your aching core when he pressed into your still covered hole. "I see you're having as much fun as I am, baby. Good to know."

An involuntary moan escaped your throat before you could kill it when his palm pressed on your clit that by now was begging for any kind of attention.

He nodded to the couch. He didn't need to tell you what to do as you obediently climbed on it, draping yourself on the backseat, your pussy on the display for him.

He landed on the seat, his body half turned to you as his palm caressed your naked ass. The guilt filled your senses because at that moment you wanted nothing more than for his fingers to stray further, touch your dripping pussy no matter how wrong this all was. Be careful what you wish for, or whatever that bullshit saying was, you thought, as his fingers roughly yanked your panties down, a string of your arousal following with the garment.

"Fuck, now this pretty pussy just looks sinfully juicy." Jungkook hummed approvingly as he slid two of his thick fingers up and down your slit, spreading your wetness around. He spread your lips and you gasped at the feeling of being so exposed.

"What a gorgeous hole, screaming to be filled, isn't it?" Apparently the question was rhetorical, because he immediately pushed both digits inside you, the stretch not yet painful but intense. He pumped into you a couple of times before letting out a whistle. "Damn, baby, you want my dick so bad your cunt is practically crying all over my fingers."

His fingers continued his twisted caresses, kissing and stretching your walls, sending a shameful shiver down your ass. "I love how needy you are, must've been neglected for so long."

Jungkook took his fingers out and you heard a slurping sound. 'He's fucking licking his fingers,’ you clenched at the thought of it and felt the couch shift as he stood up, standing behind you with one leg still pressing into the couch to the left of you for more balance. "Don't worry, baby, I won't let this pussy starve." The tip of his dick grazed your opening and you held your breath in twisted anticipation. 

He was the biggest you ever had and you panicked, preparing for the pain. Jungkook continued swiping his dick through your sleek pussy, covering himself in your juices and letting your anticipation grow. When his tip kissed your clit you moaned, shifting closer to him and he chuckled. "Ready, baby."

It wasn't a question.

In one swift motion his dick split your pussy open and he sheathed himself in your tight heat, splitting you open. The burning stretch felt like he was ripping you in half, exactly what you were preparing for. The thing you didn't prepare for was the feeling it left in the pit of your stomach as his tip kissed the deepest part of you. Your cry was pathetic, just what he wanted to hear as his dick hid inside you.

It was too much. "Too much. Too much. Too much."

You didn't notice how you started chanting the words out, suffocating either on your tears, or was his dick choking you from the inside?

His hands on your hips as he pushed you up and down his dick were nothing but a welcoming distraction from the ever-growing sensation. "No, baby, not too much, just the right amount for that greedy cunt."

He didn't laugh but you could hear the smile tainting his lips. Did you actually like it? Did you like the pain? Was your pussy gushing all around him just a defensive mechanism? You couldn't think about it as a new wave of arousal enslaved every nerve ending in your body and your pussy clenched around Jungkook's dick, the fact that he didn't dare to miss.

"Tell me how good it feels, baby. It feels good, doesn't it?" And it did. Goddamn you hated yourself for it, but being stretched on his dick on a leather couch in a dirty room with vulgar red lights dancing on your skin was as close to being satisfied as you ever felt in your life.

"Feels good, da... Mr. Jeon."

You prayed he didn't hear the little slip you allowed yourself. You didn't know where it came from, you never said anything like that to Jason, not him, not any of your other partners. Luck wasn't on your side when you heard the man behind you bark a laugh.

"Daddy, hm?" He brought his hand to your neck, squeezing it and bringing your back flush against chest as he bit your ear before whispering, "I think I like the sound of it, baby. Don't be shy. Knew you needed a daddy since the moment I saw you."

You whined, cheeks burning with shame from what the words flowing out of his mouth did to you. Your pussy clenched around him and his hand landed on your asscheek, "goddamn, you perfect little slut, you actually like it."

His surprise wasn't there for long as he continued stretching you out on his dick.

Jungkook leaned away, dropping your upper-body to its initial place over the backseat of the couch. The zipper of his opened jeans scraped the burning flesh of your ass and the button must've left an imprint, he didn't care one bit, fascinated by the look of your cunt around his dick. You felt him move a little, one of his hands disappearing from its place on your hips.

"Should we send a little video to Jason, hm? See if he recognizes your ass bouncing so sweetly on my dick? Or should I send him a picture of your pretty little fucked hole and see if he recognizes that?"

He pulled out for the briefest of moments, lowering his head to see your empty pussy flutter, begging to be filled without words. Jungkook licked his lips, a new desire igniting in him, but he quickly shut it down, shoving his dick back into your wet warmth and sighing.

"I bet he won't. Good boy he is, but he never had that in him. He could never use you to the fullest of your potential." You heard the blip of the iPhone starting to record a video and put your head lower hiding your face in your hands and hair. Jungkook didn't notice, he was too enraptured by the vision of your abused pussy swallowing the thickness of his dick with little to no resistance at all. "Good thing I'm here now, baby. Now daddy's gonna take good care of you." He smacked your ass lightly. "So, should we send him a little wanking present?" You understood that now most likely he had a video and it sent anxiety shivers down your spine, you felt you were on the edge of tears again and did the only thing you could do - started begging.

"No, Mr Jeon, please, don't." You turned your head just in time to see him raise his hand highly and slap your ass once more, this time it was painful enough that you knew you'd have a bruise.

"What did I tell you to call me?"

You gulped down the fantom rock that was blocking your breath way. "No, daddy, please." You didn't hear anything besides his hips continuing to snap and create a wet sound between your sweat slicked bodies.

And there it was, a little 'whoosh' of a message being sent and then the voice of the man who was finding new ways to ruin you.

"Oops, my finger was so wet it slipped, so I guess that's your fault, isn't it?" He was met with silence filled only with the sultry music of the club.

Jungkook stopped fucking you and squeezed your asscheeks painfully, warning like poisonous honey filling his voice. "I asked you a question, girl!"

"Yes, daddy, yes, it's my fault, I'm sorry." Your eyes welled with tears but you couldn't say they were all from pain or humiliation. The way he manhandled you, the way he forced you to take what you didn't know you were craving made you feel lightheaded. You didn't think about what this would bring, submerging into the feelings of his body overtaking yours in the most primal way.

"You're not yet, but you're getting there, sweetheart."

He resumed the punishing pace, stuffing his dick so deep inside you it made you think you'll forever have the imprint of his veiny shaft and prominent tip on your insides. He was growling, pressing his sweat soaked shirt to your back as his hand found your throbbing clit. You whimpered, shame enhancing your pleasure as you bucked your hips to meet the rapid movements of his fingertips. Your need added fire to his desire as he let out animalistic sounds right in your ear.

"That's right baby girl, don't need to fight it. Take it, I know you like this fat dick stuffing you."

Tears streamed down your face, your body a rigid sex doll in his hands, made for his pleasure. Your orgasm punched you in your stomach and your lips parted in a silent scream. It was good, it was so fucking terrible, but goddamn would you be a liar if that wasn't the best orgasm of your life. Fear, shame, need and pleasure made an intoxicating cocktail that was now gushing down your legs and all around Jungkook's dick.

"F-fuck, fuck that cunt is choking me. Fucking hell," his growl was almost scary as his hips shuddered. You whined, your swollen walls cried in overstimulation as he continued pounding you, chasing his own pleasure with no care to your comfort.

There was something sickeningly grounding in it. You felt free of everything, thoughts, feelings even desire to move. You just let him use you however he pleased, your wasted body just a container for his pleasure. "Gonna fill you up real good, baby. Gonna stuff you so full, you'll feel it for days to come." It was the last thing he whispered before he let you take every last drop of his cum, covering your insides in him. With a heavy exhale he fell on top of you, pressing you in the sticky leather of the couch. You both just laid like that, your breathing mingling together as his dick softened inside you, still keeping his seed inside.

You whimpered as he stood up, finally taking his dick out and slapping your bruised ass with a surprising gentleness.

"Come on, baby, turn around."

It took you all the strength that was left in you to turn around, limbs heavy, head barely supported by your neck. Jungkook looked as fucked out as you felt, face and temples drenching with sweat, shirt crinkled and his dick out, glistening with all kinds of fluids.

"Now, be a grateful girl and clean my dick, will ya? I can't walk around with your cum all over it, can l? It would be downright filthy."

You shuffled around, finding a good position kneeling on the couch so his dick was on the level with your mouth. Jungkook brought his hand to your neck and squeezed, pushing you lower. He didn't need to press hard, you went willingly, swiping your tongue at the soft flesh that now finally fit into your mouth without choking you.

"That's it, darling" he sighed, looking at you with a mix of perverted pride and adoration. "Next time we'll see if that pretty ass of yours stretches for me as good as your lips and pussy does."

Next time...