Jungkook's eyes narrowed at her words, the faint amusement from before vanishing as he slipped back into character. He pinned her wrists above her head with one strong hand, the rope still biting into her skin, holding her down against the soft mattress. His body pressed over hers, heavy and unyielding, his knee nudging between her thighs to force them apart just enough to make her feel exposed.

"You think you can make demands?" He growled low, his free hand gripping her thigh roughly, fingers digging into the flesh as he yanked her legs wider.

Yn's breath caught, her body arching instinctively under his weight. The shy determination in her eyes only fueled him, making his grip tighten. "Call me whatever you want, but you're mine now. No more talking back."

He leaned down, his lips brushing her ear before his teeth grazed the lobe, nipping hard enough to draw a sharp gasp from her. "Jungkook," she whispered, testing the boundary, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement.

The name hung in the air, breaking the illusion just a fraction, but it only seemed to ignite something darker in him. His hand slid up her thigh, pushing her skirt higher, exposing the lace of her panties to the cool room air.

"Wrong answer," he murmured, his voice rough like gravel. He released her wrists only to flip her over onto her stomach in one swift motion, her bound hands trapped beneath her.

Yn's face pressed into the pillow, muffling her surprised yelp as his weight settled over her back. His fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties, tugging them down roughly until they bunched at her knees, leaving her ass bare and vulnerable.

The first smack landed hard on her cheek, the sting blooming across her skin like fire. She whimpered, squirming under him, but he held her hips down with his forearm. "That's for talking too much," he said, his breath hot against her neck. Another slap followed, sharper this time, making her jolt.

Her pussy clenched involuntarily, wetness already gathering between her folds from the intensity of it all.

Jungkook's hand soothed the reddened skin for a moment, almost gentle, before he spread her cheeks apart, exposing her completely. "Look at you," he taunted, his thumb brushing over her tight hole, teasing without mercy. "Already dripping for your kidnapper. Pathetic."

Yn's cheeks burned....not just from embarrassment, but from the raw thrill racing through her veins. She pushed back against his hand, shy no longer, her determination shining through in the way she moaned his name again. "Jungkook... please..."

He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through his chest into her back. Undoing his belt with quick, practiced movements, he freed his cock, hard and throbbing as it pressed against her entrance. No warning, no easing in....he thrust forward in one brutal stroke, burying himself deep inside her pussy. Yn cried out, the stretch burning deliciously as he filled her completely, his hips slamming against her ass.

"Take it," he grunted, pulling back only to drive in harder, the bed creaking under the force. Each thrust was punishing, his hand fisting in her hair to yank her head back, arching her spine. The rope around her wrists dug deeper, heightening every sensation as he fucked her relentlessly.

Sweat slicked their skin, her moans turning into desperate pleas while he growled filthy words against her ear, how she'd never escape, how her body betrayed her fear by clenching around his cock like it craved the violation.

He shifted, angling deeper, hitting that spot inside her that made stars burst behind her eyes. Yn's orgasm built fast, coiling tight in her core, her walls fluttering around him.

"Cum for me, baby," he demanded, his free hand snaking around to rub her clit roughly, circles fast and unrelenting. She shattered with a scream, her body shaking as waves of pleasure crashed over her, soaking his cock.

But he didn't stop. Pulling out abruptly, he flipped her onto her back again, spreading her legs wide and hooking them over his shoulders. His eyes locked on hers, cold and possessive, as he slammed back in, chasing his own release. "Say my name one more time," he ordered through gritted teeth, pounding into her with savage intensity.

Yn gasped, her voice breaking.

"Jungkook!" The word tipped him over the edge. He groaned, burying himself to the hilt as he came, hot spurts filling her pussy, marking her from the inside. They stayed like that for a moment, breaths ragged, bodies tangled and spent.

Finally, he collapsed beside her, untying the ropes with careful fingers, rubbing the red marks gently. His expression softened, the kidnapper fading away as he pulled her into his arms. "You okay?" he murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead. She hummed.

But even as the roleplay ended, the spark in his eyes suggested they could dive back in anytime she wanted. (Control your dihh man)

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