Rematch
Pairing: JJK x Reader
WC: 13k
Genre: Smut, PWP
Rating: M (minors dni)
Warnings:Â Toxic!JK, Mean!Reader, D/s dynamics, teasing, humiliation, praise, degredation, crying, spanking, semi exhibitionism?, oral (m. and f. receiving) butt plug, edging, anal play, face sitting, cuffs, restraints, piercings (nipple and genital), begging, unprotected sex, choking, creampie, pain play, overstimulation
Banner by @introgfxâ
Betaâd by @sunshinerainbowsbtsâ
Summary:Â Jungkookâs only interaction with you lasted less than an hour but youâve ingrained yourself in his mind since. You gave him a taste of a dynamic which he now desperately craves more of. If only youâd answer one of his DMs. Guess heâll have to up his game.
Authorâs Note: Okay so Have Mercy was supposed to be a One Shot. Then I decided to make a drabble and now I have 13k. Iâm a CLOWN. 𤥠Thank you to my moots who let me ramble on about this brat and encouraged me to write. Special thanks to @audreonneâ for giving me her e-sports knowledge and letting me use her username as OCâs gamertag.
Jungkook is faced with the dark screen of his open Discord DMs with you. Your icon sits at the top of his recent chats but itâs absent from the conversation.
His own stares him down at every attempt heâs sent out. It had started simple enough, greetings and invites to join a game once in a while. He cringes when he sees his words shift to the more desperate tries at catching your attention. Heâd even said please and he knows how thatâs your favorite word. He knows youâve seen them, your icon flashing green to indicate youâre online and his heart beating against his ribcage hoping that maybe this time youâll deem him worthy of a response.
But it stays quiet, as always.
His phone chimes to notify him of new Twitch activity. Audreonne is live! His eyes scramble to the time in the bottom left of his screen. Shit, heâs going to be late.Â
He still manages to catch your introduction as he gets into chat. You had your stream schedule posted on your channel and he did what he could to jump onto Overwatch whenever he saw you playing, in hopes that heâd fall into a game with you again, but heâd had no luck so far.Â
Heâd tried to catch your attention in chat once but a follower of his had also noticed his message and the chat had flooded with messages about him. Heâd seen the scowl that settled on your brow when you noticed your chat devolving into chaos. He hadnât spoken publicly since, but still did his best to watch all your streams, arguably impressed with your skills in not only Overwatch but in various other games you showcased on your channel.Â
He watches you get into the game, continuing with Skyrim this time as you were going through a Legendary run. In your first session, you had run straight to the Dark Brother to hunt down the weapon you were setting up your build around, Windshear, and made easy work of any enemies once your One-Handed and Light Armor skills were maxed out.Â
Your chat had heavily suggested (i.e. backseat piloting ) for you to go for an Illusion Assassin build but youâd adamantly refused. âI like seeing the kill shots where I dismantle their heads from their bodies.â If hearing that ended up making Jungkook chub up in his pants, that was nobody elseâs business but his own, thank you.
You were chatting casually with your viewers, taking recommendations on which quest to do next and which side of the war to support. Youâve never acknowledged his presence in your chat but sometimes youâve let something slip that makes him believe you absolutely know heâs watching.
âIf you kill Paarthurnax youâre dead to me.â Your eyes move to look straight down the camera and his brain whirs to bring up the memories of the last time he was subject to that stare. âI always respect some good restraint.â The lopsided grin that accompanied the remark sent his hand straight around his cock, squeezing to try and keep himself under control. He may be trying to keep his boner at bay but heâs not so lucky with the whimper that slips through his closed lips.Â
Maybe you just donât pay too much attention to Discord. You never stream with fellow gamers so you might not check it as often as he believes. Maybe you arenât actually ignoring him. He opens a second screen and finds the whisper function.Â
A chat window opens up with your name at the top. He canât possibly come on too strong with just a hello, right? He sees his message appear at the top of the chat.
GoldenJK: hey (:
His attention goes straight back to your stream. Youâre in the middle of juggling Voslaarum and Naaslaarum on the frozen lake of the Forgotten Vale when he sees your eyes flicker to something catching your attention on the second screen he knows you have to monitor the stream while playing. Itâs quick enough for the two dragons to make you fumble in your attacks and drain a good chunk of vitality from your character.
âMotherfucker,â you mumble under your breath, almost imperceptible to your viewers. You pause the game as a breath of fire is just about to hit your Redguard in the face. âSorry guys, I just need to fix a setting here thatâs bothering me.â It only takes a second before youâre back in the game and both dragons are disintegrating in a shower of light as you soak up their souls.Â
He goes back to the open conversation. Had you taken the time to answer him during that pause? Thereâs definitely something waiting for him in the chat, but not what he had hoped.
This user has turned on âBlock Whispers from strangersâ in their privacy settings and must start a conversation with you first.
Or maybe you are ignoring him.
Jungkookâs head falls onto his desk with a groan. Heâll have to think of something else in that case.
Fine, so getting your attention one on one wonât work but he can get your attention in a form you canât ignore. Itâll just take some work but heâs committed.Â
It takes some research on his part to see what brings in big viewer counts to stream and heâll need as many as possible for this plan. He ultimately decides on a charity stream. He gets to execute his strategy to pique your interest and he can help a cause he cares about. Itâs the perfect plan and everybody wins!
He sets up to work with Tiltify so stream donations can be sent automatically to his favorite animal welfare charity that supports non-kill shelters in cities with high stray populations. Heâs ambitious in setting the charity goal to 100k, but he figures that 1$ for every subscriber he has should be attainable.Â
He keeps a close eye on your stream schedule in case of any changes, even though you havenât changed your streaming hours in years, as he finds out. He puts out the announcement on all his social medias to announce the stream start time while assuring that the 24 hours would end right in the middle of your scheduled Saturday session.
Heâs all smiles and high energy when the day finally comes and his chat starts filling up with his regular crowd. He screens through the greeting messages, seeing a lot of comments saying they probably wouldnât be able to stick around for the whole 24 hours but they are happy he is supporting a good cause and using his platform to bring awareness.
âNo worries, guys! I totally donât expect anyone else to suffer watching their screens for all this time like I am. Pop in and out whenever you want and see whatâs going on. I have a rough schedule on my Twitter for times when each game will be played if youâre more interested in some rather than others. Make sure you come back right before it ends to see if we reach our goal! I got Bam from the local shelter in my city, and they were great at taking care of him and making sure I was set up to give him the best possible life, so I want to do what I can to give back in his honor.âÂ
Perhaps he also needed as many of his viewers active in chat when the countdown ended as possible, but they didnât need to know that.
âWeâre going to start with Overwatch while Iâm at my most focused. Alright, letâs get it!â
Jungkook tries to hold back a yawn as the last hour starts ticking down. His desk is covered in opened energy drink cans, making sure to thank his sponsor every time he cracks a new one open. Jin had dropped him off something to eat midway through the stream when his friend had realized the empty bag of chips scattered around Jungkook had been his only sustenance throughout the project. His viewers might have enjoyed his hyungâs loud scolding from the outskirts of the webcam a little too much, but heâs grateful for the food.
His viewers had been enormously generous throughout the stream, and his charity goal currently read $92,515.50/$100,000 in the banner above his head. It probably wonât reach the full 100k but that is still a massive amount of funds he can provide to the organization, and heâs thrilled either way.Â
Heâd moved on to Stardew Valley, enjoying the quiet farm life to wind down the stream. It was hard to keep his eyes open at this point and he needed something that didnât involve being on the lookout too much, but the soundtrack is softly lulling him to sleep.Â
âConcerned Ape really did amazing on this music. Might just add it to my sleep playlist with how effective itâs being right now,â he jokes with his chat.Â
Heâs distracted by the countdown clock coming into its last 10 minutes and doesnât notice chat frantically warning him that heâs about to miss Abigailâs birthday, only taking the time to check and read once heâs already safe in bed and the end of day money count from the shipping bin starts being displayed.
âOh, no way! I totally forgot it was today. I had the amethyst in my inventory and everything. Man, my gamergirl wifey is just slipping through my fingers.â He throws his head back in a mock wail when the donation jingle brings him back. Itâd likely be the last one of the night so it was a good time to countdown to the end of the stream with his viewers.
$10,000 donated by Anonymous
It takes a second for that to register before his mouth finally catches up to his brain. Â
âHoly fuck! Was that a typo? Did you hit too many 0âs? Send me a DM and Iâll figure out how to get that sorted for you, dude.âÂ
Heâs still freaking out as the countdown comes down to 0:00:00 signaling the end of the stream but he canât enact the second phase of his plan without getting this settled first. Another jingle comes in.
$1,000 donated by Anonymous âNo mistake. I like animals. Good job on reaching the goal.âÂ
His chat goes wild as the message confirms the massive donation responsible for getting him to the milestone. Heâs out of his chair and screaming, grabbing his Doberman by the front paws and dancing with him around the room. Bam doesnât understand what the sudden fuss is about but he happily bounces along with his owner.Â
The viewer count is at the highest itâs been all stream, well over 50k as his final donation makes the rounds on social media which brings a ton of new viewers in to see the reaction.
âI canât thank you enough, my guy. Iâm so happy we hit the objective! These funds are going to save the lives of hundreds of animals in shelters across the country. I am truly speechless, wow.â
It takes a second for him to compose himself enough to close the games and enact the second part of his plan, the reason this all started in the first place.
âIâm going to do my last good deed of the day before I go knock out so if you guys can stick around just for a minute, Iâd really appreciate it. Weâre going to send all this awesome positive energy out to another streamer. Make sure you guys stay respectful in their chat, weâre keeping this supportive vibe across to the other stream, please. Theyâre a really talented player. Theyâre playing Mario Kart right now, but they are super well rounded and play every game style so thereâs something in their channel for every one of you, Iâm sure.â
This is it. He can see youâre streaming on your own channel, casually zooming past all other karts as you race down Rainbow Road. He can hear the telltale siren of an approaching blue shell about to blast you and he hopes his chat can make up for the hit. He clicks the button and theyâre off as he signals his goodbye.
He watches you groan as the shell explodes over your head and stops your kart dead in its tracks when the message appears on your screen.Â
GoldenJK is now raiding with 54,488 viewers!
âWoah, whatâs going on in chat? Give me a second.â Youâre pausing the game mid race to catch up but thereâs no way to read anything as the raid messages flood through the chatroom. âOh, a raid. Hi guys! From GoldenJK? He just ended his charity stream, right? I popped in, that was cool. Too bad he canât keep his schedule straight enough on Stardew. RIP,â you laugh.
You knew he was doing the stream? You had watched it. The plan worked! Heâd definitely caught your attention and he sits watching his screen like a moron with the biggest smile plastered on his face for another 20 minutes before you end your stream, taking the chain and raiding another streamer you knew well.Â
A positive interaction, and a public one at that. His plan had worked flawlessly. He can go to bed happy. Heâs about to shut down his PC when Discord rings with an incoming call. He thinks the exhaustion might have caught up to him but when your name is still being announced on his screen after he rubs furiously at his eyes, heâs quick to answer the call.Â
âYouâre a really persistent little shit, arenât you?â You donât give him the opportunity to even greet you before you jump on him. Heâd be upset if you werenât so right. He did do all of this for the possibility of this moment after all.Â
âYou werenât answering my messages,â he reasons. He keeps his voice low and eyes wide knowing damn well he can pass off as sweet and innocent. To anyone else maybe, but youâre too hard to manipulate. Your own eyes squint at his words, an eyebrow raising in defiance at his claim.
âBlowing up my Discord, camping in my streams, distracting my chat. Youâre lucky Iâm so nice. You werenât rude so I called off my mods from banning you since you had changed tactics and kept quiet after you realized that wasnât going to work. You got real close when you started whispering in the middle of a boss battle though. Really testing your limits. All that, and you didnât think it might mean I wasnât interested in talking to you?â you counter back.
âI mean, yeah but-â
âNo buts. I guess our last interaction wasnât enough to teach you some manners, kid.âÂ
Jungkook scowls at the insinuation. Not that he doesnât have manners, he knows he acts out, but he always gets what he wants so why bother with politeness. âIâm not a kid.â He knows you know that, had first hand experience with just how grown he is.Â
âStop acting like one and maybe Iâll stop treating you like one,â you shrug. You donât leave him any chance to latch on, simply brushing him off at every turn. Heâs never had to chase after someone the way he does you. Itâs infuriating, and inexplicably sexy.
âKept you interested enough to watch my streams though,â he challenges.Â
âStream, singular. I keep track of charity streams. I suppose you could call me a philanthropist. Youâre welcome for that, by the way. Couldnât let the welfare organization suffer at the hands of your failure to meet the goal.â Youâre so casual in the mention that it takes a second for your words to fully register.
âThat was you? You just have eleven thousand dollars to throw around?â He canât hide his shock. Itâs no small amount of money to be dropping so easily.Â
Your actions are calculated as you pick at your nails nonchalantly, shoulders rising and dropping, unfazed. âLetâs just say I donât struggle with my streaming income. Maybe youâll get there one day with enough patience, skills, and sponsors. Plus, I got my cat from a shelter so you got lucky and hit my soft spot.â
âBamieâs from a shelter! Heâs a rescue too.â Heâs jumping to remind you that you have things in common.Â
âLots of people adopt from shelters.â Your eyes are rolling at his pitiful attempts but youâre here so you might as well find out what he was so adamant about. âWhat did you need my attention so bad for anyway?âÂ
Truth be told, Jungkook didnât think heâd get this far, fully expecting to be faced with a blank screen and more silence. Obviously he knew why he needed your attention so desperately but he also knew youâd immediately drop out of the call if he tried to hit on you.
âUh,â Heâs grasping for an idea, any words to create an excuse for his actions. âTraining!â Genius . âLook, Iâll admit youâre a better Overwatch player than me and since youâre also a Widowmaker main you know how to play her really well. I was hoping you could teach me?â
Both your eyebrows shoot up to your hairline. âHuh. Thatâs true, but I never expected you to acknowledge it. You have a whole team. Iâm sure one of them can handle Widowmaker and give you some tips. Itâs probably best for it to come from them since theyâll be more helpful for what will work within your established team dynamics anyway.âÂ
âThey canât!â he exclaims. âNone of them really played around with Widowmaker since I was so insistent in playing her myself. None of them know her gameplay well enough. Plus, they wouldnât push me like I know you would.âÂ
Heâs giving himself away with that last bit of information and you both know it. His mind races to the last time you pushed him and he nearly sneaks his hand down to his cock which is hardening at the memory.
âI suppose I can figure out a training plan to help you out since Iâm so generous. Give me some time to set something up and Iâll send you an invite link to log into a private game to give you the rundown.â
âNo!â he cries out. âI canât learn online. I failed all my remote classes at school, canât focus. Weâre both in the same city, right?â As if he didnât know the answer already. Heâd been on your social media for weeks, he knew very well that you were in his city but had nearly zero chance of crossing his path. It was populated by a few million people after all. âCan you give me some in-person training?â
You purse your lips, trying not to let the smug grin escape with a chuckle. âYou sure are asking a lot. Iâll make you a deal - you ask me politely and sincerely, and Iâll consider it.â You lean into the back of your chair, arms crossing over your chest.
Jungkook might be short circuiting a little bit. You didnât say no. All he has to do is ask. He can handle that!
âCan you come over and train me?â Heâs met with silence and a dead stare. Just enough to remind him that heâs missing the most important thing. âPlease?â he adds.Â
Heâs rewarded with a seemingly sweet smile that he knows hides a much more sinister story behind your pearly white teeth.Â
âSuch a good boy when you know your manners. Send me your address. Be ready at 7 next Friday. Make sure you clean up. I donât want to walk into that room with it smelling like a basement, covered in cum-stained tissues.â
He doesnât have the chance to defend himself and let you know that he obsessively keeps his apartment neat and smelling fresh, thank you very much, before the call drops and heâs faced with a dark silent screen and a lap screaming for attention.Â
Jungkook might have overdone it on the cleaning to make sure his place was up to your standards. He had put on his alarm to wake up early and spent the day scrubbing at any surface he could reach. Would you see the top of his kitchen cabinets? Absolutely not. Did he make sure to grab his step stool and eliminate any speck of dust up there? Yes, he did.Â
By the time heâs done, his clothes are damp with sweat and his head is dizzy from the overpowering lemon scent of his products. He opens up all his windows and turns on the diffusers in every room. His friends often told him he was excessive in the amount of air purifiers he had in his two bedroom apartment. Sorry if heâs sensitive to smells and wants to be able to breathe properly. Heâs rushing to jump in the shower when he finally finishes and notices the time. Youâll be here soon and he stinks.Â
Heâs in a matching set of soft sweatpants and a hoodie, hands still furiously rubbing at his wet hair with a towel when the doorbell rings. His heart is in his throat knowing that youâre only a few feet away behind his front door. The doorbell rings a second time, breaking him out of the panic-induced freeze heâd been stuck in.
âComing!â At least, he sure hoped he would be.
Heâs steeling himself with one last deep breath before he throws the door open. He has his most charming smile plastered on his face and a warm welcome on the tip of his tongue. All of which immediately dries up and dies on his lips when heâs finally faced with seeing you in the flesh.
All your streams had you in comfortable clothes, soft fabrics and modest necklines but the woman on his doorstep is a vixen. His eyes are pulled down by a gravitational pull outside of his control. They pass through your hair hanging loosely around your face, pausing at the skin of your cleavage peeking through the low cut of your top, flesh straining against the right fabric across your chest. His gaze continues further down to the pleated skirt that ends dangerously high on your leg, letting a smooth expanse of skin catch his attention before it disappears into your thigh high socks. Heâs hypnotized by the soft pudge that is created where the fabric of your sock digs into the meat of your leg. His mind is reeling and thoughts of bite bite bite are bouncing in his empty cranium.Â
âYouâre drooling.â Itâs a reflex to bring his hand up to his mouth to check if a little bit of saliva had ended up pooling at the edge of his open lips, but it comes away dry. Just the start of the teasing he knows heâll be subjected to.Â
âI- uh, thighs.âÂ
The loud laugh that echoes around him finally breaks him out of his hypnosis. âYes, very astute. Are you going to let me go inside or are you intent on giving your neighbors a show?â His brows furrow at your words until he follows your eyes down to his groin where his dick had started to press against his sweatpants, forming an embarrassing tent.
His hands are quick to cover up, cheeks heating in humiliation. Why is it always so easy for you to get a reaction out of him? You havenât done anything at all and here he is, boner out for anyone to see like some horny teenager.
âSorry,â he apologizes, voice quiet enough for it to only be heard between you. He gets out of the way to open up the doorway for you to come in, then closes the door behind you, making sure to check that nobody in the neighborhood had been privy to this shameful moment.Â
âI swear I can control myself. Iâm not some sort of animal.â Itâs only once youâre fully in his living room, eyes drifting to every corner and taking in his space that he notices the black bag you brought along. âWhatâs in there?â
Your smirk is devious, inching slowly as your eyes darken. âTraining materials, of course. You see, I figured out your issue. Your main flaw is your lack of focus and thatâs because youâre not actually a gamer, youâre a streamer. Youâve programmed yourself to respond to distractions, like incoming subs and donations so you can reply and interact with your chat. It makes for a good influencer and entertainer, but breaks your skills for whatever game youâre playing.â
âSo I have to practice staying focused and ignoring distractions?â he asks. Youâre nodding in reply. âOkay, that makes sense. How are we going to do that?âÂ
Thereâs an evil twinkle in your eye as you drop the bag to the floor, bending down to rip it open and dig your hand in to pull out your so-called âtraining materialsâ into his view. His heart beats a little harder as each item is divulged.Â
Heâs nervous, he thought he knew what he was getting into by getting you face to face but he should have known better than to think you wouldnât continue to surprise him. His face goes pale when it dawns on him that the buttplug you pull out isnât for you as you instruct him to turn around and bend over.
âWhat?â he asks, eyes wide. âI do the stuffing, not the other way around.âÂ
Your shoulders shrug, unconcerned, as you make to pack up again. âAlright then. I thought you wanted my help, but I can just go if youâre not going to take my training regiment seriously.âÂ
âNo! I do! Iâll follow your lead.â A self-satisfied smirk is his only response.Â
Which is how he ends up bent over his couch, face digging into the cushion, back arched and presenting himself like a bitch in heat. He wonât lie to himself and deny that the warmth of your palm rubbing circles over the curve of his ass isnât soothing and causing him to melt further into stuffing of the sofa.Â
He has almost forgotten the purpose for his position, head floating away into the feeling of your skin on his until the cold sticky feeling of lube dropping onto his hole wakes him from his daze, body stiffening.
âShhhh, relax sweet boy, I got you,â you comfort from behind him. Thereâs gentle tight circles being drawn around his rim and he canât tell if the shiver that courses through him is from the chill of the lube or your praises. A little bit of both, he supposes. Youâre careful not to rush him, letting him release the tension before slowly but purposefully applying pressure into your touch until it breaches the tight ring of muscle.
âAhh!â The noise that escapes him is uncontrolled. It doesnât hurt and itâs not particularly pleasurable, just odd and unfamiliar. You give him time to accommodate the new intrusion before continuing to burrow until your finger is nestled deep and comfortable inside him. Itâs a slow and teasing motion to thrust it out and back in again until it feels right to add in another, the stretch pulling more soft whines from his chest.
âYouâre doing so good for me, darling. Just letting me use that tight little virgin hole, hmm?â Jungkook hasnât been a virgin in years but the idea of allowing you to be the first to defile him in a way sends his brain buzzing. He canât bring himself to reply with actual words, only incoherent noises falling from his lips as he lets you work.Â
You start to pry your fingers apart, letting them stretch him open until he encloses your fingers in a comfortable pressure but loose enough to enact the next part of your plan. âIâm making you feel good, arenât I? Isnât this nice?â you ask, voice slipping into a teasing tone.
All he can do is frantically nod at your insistence. It does feel nice. He is starting to think heâll have to add some fingering into his masturbating routine if it helps make his mind drift off like this.Â
âHold on to something,â is the only warning you give him before curling your fingers and giving a vicious push to tickle at a spot inside him that makes him scream.
âOh God, FUCK-â His body is pulling away from your fingers, aching to run from the sensation that sends a jolt of electricity down his entire spine. Your free hand comes to grab at his hip and pull him back with a tsk.
âDonât start acting up already. Grab at the couch if you need to but stay still.â His hands are reaching to grasp the meat of the cushion beneath him, teeth grinding down as you repeat the motion again, slower this time, trembles wracking through him followed by an obscene moan. âThere we go. See? You just need to trust me to make you feel good, sweetling.âÂ
Youâre right of course, you always seem to be, helping him discover parts of himself he didnât know existed. He revels in the feeling, legs turning shaky under your touch, abdomen tightening. He can nearly taste his impending release before you cruelly rip your fingers away, leaving him clenching around empty air and choking on a sob.
âDid you really think youâd be able to sneak an orgasm past me? I do everything possible to make you into an obedient pet and you just prove how much youâre a brat at every turn.â You finish with a sharp spank to his cheeks, redding the skin under your strike.
âNo, please! Iâm good, I can beg like you like, please!â There are tears threatening to fall from the corner of his eyes at his ruined release, the tension previously building now slowly ebbing away.Â
âHmm, not good enough unfortunately. Iâm not completely heartless, I wonât leave you empty.âÂ
Thereâs another loud squirt piercing the air and then a splatter of lube lands on his hole, sinking past the muscle that winks at the loss. Thereâs enough that it drips down to cover his balls, tickling his skin when it continues to flow along the underside of his shaft. He feels a hard pressure behind him again, thicker than your fingers had been. The plug nestles heavy inside him, the girth pushing at his walls but not angled to hit the spot you had been so intent on abusing earlier. Itâs a comforting pressure but not enough.Â
âWhat can I do so youâll let me cum?â he pleads. Maybe he can bribe you into bringing him to completion. Your hand wraps around him and gives a single teasing stroke that nearly makes his knees give out from under him.
âNuh-uh, time to train now.â
He nods reluctantly, thatâs what he had said he wanted after all. You throw something at him. He catches it on instinct, feeling the soft material under his calloused fingertips.
âPut these on and prepare to go live.â
Jungkookâs unsure if the blood boiling under his skin is from the harsh lights of his set up, which makes sure his face cam is nicely illuminated, or if his body is still reacting to the earlier activities. You had instructed him to change the angle of his webcam, so it now focused straight at his face the same way yours did, rather than the previous angle which showed off most of his body, but you didnât give him the excuse as to why. He knows better than to question you at this point, so he adjusts the angle and starts his livestream as you had instructed.
Heâs setting up some solo maps, explaining to chat that heâs working on changing his technique so he doesnât want to have to work with teammates online.Â
Heâs squirming in his seat. The solid base of the plug is uncomfortable to sit on and his skin is brushing against the smooth fabric of the lacy panties you had thrown at him earlier. The lace trim scratches at his skin but the silk is soft against his cock, still half hard from the lack of release from earlier. He had thought about refusing to put on the garment but he can still remember the defying glint in your eye as the thought stayed quiet on his tongue.
His mind is drifting away from the game as a particular movement makes the plug brush against his prostate. Heâs chasing after the feeling, trying to get it to hit the spot again when the chat catches his eye.Â
You good, JK?
Youâre looking a little red, dude
Are you sick?
âAh, n-no, itâs just a little hot in my apartment. Iâm fine! Letâs try out these new tactics.â Heâs stuttering through replying. Do they know? They canât possibly know, itâs okay. Heâs trying to distract them away from his blushing face because theyâre right. He is sick. Just not with an illness, just a sick little pervert.Â
Heâs trying to focus, really. He knows youâre out of frame, staring down his screen to monitor his actions, judging where he decides to grapple and hide to sneak attack his foes. Thereâs no reaction from you so heâs unsure whether his new attempts are up to your standards. He knows you wouldnât make any noise and alert his chat of your presence, but how is he supposed to know heâs making any progress?
On the screen, Widowmaker cleans up her enemies, one kill after another, lulling him into a false sense of security. He didnât expect the sudden thrum of low but steady vibrations to strike through him. Eyes widening and mouth falling open, his attention is diverted to where youâre hiding in a corner of the room, sitting on a chair, legs casually open, pose relaxed. Itâs only now that he notices the little remote in your hand.Â
One of your eyebrows is raised as if to dare him to challenge you, so heâs quick to shut his mouth and bring his stare back to his screen. He wonders if his chat can see how tightly his molars are biting against each other at the back of his jaw and the way his ass grinds down into the cushion of his chair.
He should have figured it wouldnât be that easy.
Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. Eyes in front of him. Fingers carefully poised on each button of his keyboard. He brings Widowmaker to look through the scope of her rifle as he aims to catch the head of an enemy bobbing between buildings far in front of him, and thatâs when you strike your own attack, bringing the strength of the vibrations up several notches.
âAck!â he exclaims, body jumping up in surprise. Heâs biting on his lips to prevent any further sounds of escaping but his loss of focus brings his end as he hears the death announcement booming in his ears. The sensations stop immediately.
It takes a second for his heartbeat to slow to a reasonable pace, but it skips when he diverts his gaze to you. only to be met with a sinister smirk. His chat is alight with the sudden change in his vibe.
Is everything okay?
What happened, dude?
âItâs okay, everyone. I thought I saw something on the edge of the screen and got spooked,â he chuckles. Itâs a lame excuse, of course. They all saw there was nothing happening on his screen to warrant the alarm but what else was he supposed to say? Sorry everyone, a devilish woman has me wrapped around her finger and her plug? Heâd never admit that, even less so to his followers
âBack to it then. I think Iâm getting somewhere.â The next game is set up and Jungkook jumps back into it, now more wary of the possibility of being attacked both in game and out of it.
You donât move for a while. He gets so engrossed in the game and chatting with his viewers that he nearly forgets your presence in the room, like itâs just another stream as usual.Â
Heâs joking with the chat about a certain move the NPC made that resulted in an easy kill when he senses something brush against his leg under the desk. He doesnât think much of it, he owns a dog that requires a lot of attention. Itâs not the first time Bam came and poked at him during a game.Â
Realization dawns on him quite quickly when he feels the hem of his sweatpants being tugged insistently downwards. Thereâs something, someone, under his desk that is adamant about getting him pantsless.Â
He pauses the game and excuses himself to chat. âSorry, guys. Bam is under my desk and itâs a little distracting.â Heâs backing up his chair to get a good view at whatâs waiting for him under his desk. He was prepared to see you hiding under there but the view of you on your knees, tucked between his legs, eyes bright and smirk high on your lips still makes an aroused shudder go through him.
âGet out,â he demands but the look you give back reminds him that demands will get him nowhere. âGet out from under the desk, please? â Heâs trying his luck but he knows very well that his requests will fall on deaf ears. Focus youâre mouthing back at him. He tucks his chair back under his desk with a defeated groan.Â
âLooks like heâs a little stubborn today,â which earns him a tight pinch to his thigh, answering wince in reply. âIâll just have to do my best to ignore him down there.â He knows thatâs exactly what you want him to do, phase 2 of your evil training regiment heâs sure.
He does try, he swears, but heâd argue that any man with a pretty girl between their legs would struggle to play a damn videogame. Heâs missing shots every time your hands stroke his skin a little too close to his groin, and he canât imagine the scandalous sight you must be faced with as his cock fills out and strains against the flimsy fabric of the baby blue panties you put him in.Â
Heâs trying not to think about the humiliation coursing through him at the thought of his viewers possibly catching a glimpse of whatâs happening under his desk. His cheeks feel awfully warm. He pointedly refuses to check his camera for the proof and ignores the messages in chat that remark about it.Â
He thinks heâs not doing so terribly given the circumstances. Not until he feels the warm and wet sensation of your tongue laving against the silk thatâs trapping his cock against his stomach. The panties are assuredly ruined between the wet patch where he leaks precum matching where your mouth suckles at the head of his cock through the fabric. Itâs impossible to stop the groan that flies out of his mouth.Â
âAh, missed an easy shot there, my bad.âÂ
Your touch ignites fire beneath his skin and heâs sure his blush is flaming across every inch of his body. Your fingers are so soft where they taunt up the tight planes of his abdomen under his shirt, out of sight from the viewers. They crawl back downwards, catching the hem of the undergarments. Thereâs wicked snaps where you grab the elastic only to let it go where it hits back against his skin.Â
âShit, off. Take it off.â Thankfully for him, his request passes off as D.Va launches her mech at his character and he manages to avoid the armor hurling into him. He takes the opportunity to strike her down while her defense is low.Â
Thereâs an audible sigh of relief when he finally feels the panties being slowly slipped out from under his ass and down the expanse of his legs to join his sweatpants pooling at his feet. He can feel how hard his cock is, holding shape straight up towards the underside of his desk, desperate for a touch.
You grant it nearly immediately, wrapping your hand loosely around his dick. He wishes he could see how your fingers look around his shaft. Would your hand look small in comparison? Would it engulf his length and shame him? Heâs not sure which heâd rather more.
Just as you let your tongue drag from the bottom of his shaft up to the crown, circling the head and slipping it just past your lips he gets shot by an enemy which is lucky as the soft âfuck,â he releases blends easily into the situation. His brow is furrowed as he tries to stay alive both in game and under your touch. Had he gotten the full visual heâs sure he would have ascended to heaven right then and there.
You donât have compassion for him for too long, though. Youâre quick to deliver a powerful suck as you lap your tongue across the slit, hand tightening and stroking downward all at once. His fingers are digging into his keys, letting attacks fire off unwillingly.Â
Heâs lost the power to be able to win at this rate but as long as he can stay in the game, your own game stays in play as well. His teeth grind down and the grip on his mouse cramps his hand.
Under the desk youâve fallen into a tortuous rhythm. Hand stroking tightly, up and down, up and down. Your mouth follows close behind it, pulling a strong suck every time the flow reaches back up towards the head. Your spare hand has sneaked its way to his balls, softly palming them with the occasional tug. At one point the heat of your mouth leaves him and he thinks heâs finally been giving respite until he feels the wet muscle of your tongue licking wicked laps at his balls. He thinks it canât possibly get worse for him but you open wide and sweep up both of his balls into your mouth all while your hand continues its cruel motion over his cock, adding a twist under the crown, little zaps of pleasure hitting him every time your fingers press against the 4 barbells on the underside of his cock. Heâs about to fall apart just as you retreat entirely.
His breathing is heavy and he knows itâs obvious. Thereâs no point looking at chat now, theyâre all calling him out for his odd behavior today. Heâs using the benevolent pause youâve given him to strike down a few enemies and catch up where his poor performance left him behind. Heâs almost done the round, he can finish this.
The low rumble is back, sending jolts up through his spine. Youâre not done with him yet and heâs on the edge of his seat awaiting your next move. Figuratively and literally, his ass had inched its way nearly off the chair as he chased after the warmth of your mouth. Along with the vibrations comes the sting of your nails digging into the meat of his thigh. Theyâre crawling upwards towards his dick, which is painfully hard and leaking.
Thereâs clear technique behind how confidently you spear his length entirely down your throat, massaging your tongue against his piercings. His whole body shivers and grows rigid under you. He can feel the muscles at the back of your throat contracting against him, fighting the intrusion but you hold strong. Heâs doing his best to fight against the sensation too, waiting to see which one of you two will buckle first. But you have the advantage.Â
The vibrations increase again and he loses his nerve. His head bows towards the desk as a loud wail tears its way from his chest. He can feel the hard thunk of his forehead meeting the wood and his hands abandon their spot at the keys to slink under the desk and find home in your hair, fingers grasping at the strands.Â
You pull back before he has the chance to let go, another orgasm ripped from under him. His eyes come back to the screen and his chat is going wild at the sudden outburst. Â
âYou know what? I think you guys are right. Iâm not feeling too great. Iâm going to end it here for tonight. Iâll be back to my regular schedule tomorrow. Thanks for being Golden!â He quickly tries to get to the end of his tagline before he turns off his programs to end the stream.Â
Once heâs sure heâs no longer live, he throws himself into the back of his chair, sending it rolling away from the desk to look at you. Your hair is messy from his tugging and your lips are red and plump, drool falling on his lap and dripping to the floor. Youâve never looked more beautiful and the urge to kiss you has never been stronger.
âLet me come? Please? Iâll beg, whatever you want. Just please let me come.â Heâs already begging but whatever you need to hear, heâll say.Â
âWhy would I? You stopped training without permission. You never learn,â you rebuke.
âI had to! Did you want me to come in front of all my viewers, huh? I canât ruin my reputation, this is my career as much as it is yours,â he defends himself.
âOf course not, bun.â Your frame raises from the floor, hands tracing his thighs, up the side of his ribcage, your body bent over his own. One of your hands settles on his cheek, palm curved around his jaw in an uncharacteristic act of comfort, until your fingers dig in a firm grasp to keep him still, his eyes boring into yours. âYouâre not allowed to come until I say so. You wouldnât have come in front of them because you know better, donât you?âÂ
He struggles to nod in agreement through your grip, he does know better by now. Youâre wrong, he does learn but heâs still not ready to be entirely wrong himself. âAnyone would have crumbled in my place too. Nobody can play that well with a mouth on them like that. I bet you couldnât either!â
He knows very well that heâs provoked something in you with that wager. âYou think Iâm weak enough to fall apart because of a little bit of oral? You want to try and prove me wrong, do you? You think youâre good enough with your tongue to make me fail?â Thereâs arrogance in your voice and he knows itâs far from misplaced, but heâs made his bed and the only option now is to lie in it.
âI do.âÂ
Thereâs an audible gulp coming from his throat when he sees one of your eyebrows quirk up. Heâd spent enough time watching your streams and studying your gameplay to have picked up that the tic always precedes you doubling down on whichever enemy, NPC or not, thatâs managed to piss you off. You raise to your full height, now towering over his body in the chair.
âKneel.âÂ
The command is simple and direct. Easy to follow as he slides out of his seat, knees hitting the ground. Your hands inch the hem of your skirt up towards your waist, just enough to slip your thumbs into the waistband and ease your underwear down your legs to let them pool at your feet. Jungkookâs eyes follow the fabric down, brain registering that they look strikingly familiar to the pair he was previously wearing himself. You hadnât just brought a pair of panties to put on him, youâd brought a pair of your panties and let them rub against him, now stained with the precum he had leaked throughout your earlier teasing. Would you throw them out now or would you keep them? Physical proof of him putting his brand on you just as youâve branded him in a way with the control you so easily exert over him.Â
In his fog, he hasnât noticed how youâve turned around to click away on the keyboard, bent over the desk, ass now presented straight in his face. Your pussy peeks from under the curve where your ass meets the top of your thighs. Thereâs a glimmer of a shine proving that you werenât totally unaffected by your actions on him. A part of you is still human, no matter how much restraint youâre able to display.Â
Thereâs a deep need in his fingertips urging him to reach out, spread your cheeks apart to get the view heâs craving. Heâs aching, from his cock through his entire being, to see the gem heâs been fantasizing about for all these weeks. His fingers twitch at the thought but you turn around just in time to stop him from bringing his hands forward onto your legs.Â
His eyes trail back up where your skirt now provides modesty. Modesty which he now knows is but a facade, part of the act. Youâre not as innocent as you make yourself appear to your viewers. Theyâve been fooled, just as he had during that first game when you two interacted. His gaze falls on the screen. where he can see youâve now logged into your own account and set up an online game. A slight confusion crosses his mind but the view of his earphones set on your head, microphone adjusted in front of your mouth clears it up. Youâre planning on being on voice chat through all of this to prove your point.
You slip past him, back towards your infernal bag of tricks. Jungkook doesnât see what youâve come back with since you stop behind him. Your knees are bracing his thighs from the outside as you kneel at his back. Heâs sitting on his heels, taking the lower position, head leaning onto your chest. His eyes are nearly turning to the back of their sockets. Theyâre looking for you, for a clue of what comes next.Â
Your hands are flat on his thighs, soft against the hard muscle but nails sharp where they stab into his skin. You never let him forget that you are the embodiment of duality. They tease as they crawl up his lap to his hips, avoiding where his dick lays hard and useless between his legs. He can see that your eyes are trained on it. Youâre focused on watching it twitch, unable to calm enough to rest comfortably as it seeks any sort of stimulation. Thereâs a long string of precum that clings to the head, leaking down his shaft and pooling on his balls.Â
âPlease,â he asks. Jungkook doesnât know what else he could ask for at this point. He has no control of the situation. The best he can do is plead and hope you are sympathetic.Â
âOh, baby. Itâs not about you anymore now. You wanted to prove yourself so youâll have to do better than that.â His despair can be tasted in the air around him. Your hands swoop past his cock without a single brush of a fingertip. They take hold of the hem of his sweater and drag the fabric upwards tantalizingly slowly against the skin of his abdomen. âHands up, darling.â With that his sweater is thrown into an unknown corner of the room and heâs left fully naked on the floor of his gaming room.Â
Did he ever expect to be on his knees where he works, under the dominance of a woman at that? No. Can he say heâs mad at it though? Also no. The anticipation sends a shiver running down his spine. Your hands settle on his shoulders and run down his arms.Â
âYour tattoos are pretty.â Thereâs that word again. Youâd used it a lot that first time. Calling his tits pretty, his nipples, his cock . He never thought heâd like to be called something so feminine but all he wants now is for you to shower him with compliments, so if pretty is your word of choice heâll gladly take it.Â
Your hands are wrapped around each of his wrists, your fingers struggling to close around them. He doesnât fight against the pressure of your hold, simply letting you bring them behind him to settle at his back. Thereâs a thick material wrapping around each of them, closing tightly against his skin. A tinkle of metal as clasps are buckled. A light aroma of leather in the air. Your hands are back at his front, swimming through each bump of his abs and onto the bottom of his pecs, settling to tease between each of his most erogenous zones without giving either of them the attention he craves so desperately.Â
With an experimental tug Jungkook confirms his suspicions that his wrists are now bound. Your hair tickles at his neck. Your lips are close enough to nibble at the shell of his ear when you whisper, âIf youâre so confident in your skills youâll only need your mouth, right?âÂ
Honestly, thatâs somewhat unfair. Youâve been using your hands on top of your mouth to torture him. But he wonât admit to the disadvantage. âTry me,â he challenges.Â
âOne last thing.â Your fingers make a beeline towards his nipples, twisting the pierced buds. His back flies into an arch, scream high on his lips as he chases after the stimulation heâs been looking for. âThat little show last time wasnât an exaggeration, huh. You really are as sensitive as you seemed. Letâs see if youâre as much of a little painslut as you made me believe.âÂ
The tinkling of metal is back again. There are two chains in your hands, each with a clamp on one end and a ring on the other. âYou even changed your barbells to little rings. Did you hope Iâd use something to pull on them? Were you expecting all this? Am I predictable after all?â
Honestly, he just liked changing out the jewelry periodically. He liked how putting in a new piece would burn just a little and make the buds stiff as he pushed the metal through the opening in his skin. Was he hoping that youâd play with them? Of course. He knew that you were so focused on them when he played with them himself the last time that you wouldnât be able to resist getting your own hands involved. Were you predictable though? Absolutely not. Every time he thinks he has something figured out, you flip the script and send him scrambling. Truthfully, he likes it better this way.
He doesnât audibly answer any of your questions. He knows theyâre mostly rhetorical. You donât want replies, you just like getting in his head, each slip of your tongue sending his mind spinning. Besides, the soft whimpers and moans escaping him are all youâre truly after.
He can feel the weight of the clamp as you clip them onto the rings that pierce through each nipple. Itâs not the direct sting he was looking for but thereâs a pleasant weight that tugs them down. The experimental yank you give to each nipple makes his chest reverberate with a deep groan. He can see each of the pebbled nubs get pulled to tear away from his chest, straight outwards as you test the force that you can exert. He wonât give up so easily though, only pleasurable little noises escaping him.
You seem satisfied enough since you let go of the tension of the chains, slipping both the rings onto your middle finger. You take a seat on his chair, not the casual sprawl that heâs used to seeing you in but knees bent under you to leave an empty space directly between yourself and the seat.Â
You pat the empty spot with your palm. âCome,â you command, as if calling an untrained puppy to its spot at your heel. Jungkook figures this situation isnât that far off. Itâs a little harder than he expected to crawl to the space between your legs with his hands behind his back, knees dragging along the wooden floor.Â
âGood, turn around.â His brow furrows at the order but doesnât question it. He turns his back to the chair, eyes facing towards the desk, or more so under it from his new low angle. Your fingers rake through his hair, nails scraping deliciously into scalp. He almost lets himself fall into the feeling before youâre pulling at it roughly. Youâre dragging him backwards. He expects to fall onto his back but his nape hits the end of the chair, head falling onto the cushion.Â
Heâs staring straight up at your face. Your body is hunched over him to manhandle him into position. It feels precarious, wheels threatening to roll away and send him hurtling backwards. His back is arched uncomfortably but not in a way that canât be upheld with a little effort.
Once you seem pleased with his placement, your focus is back on the computer, setting up the lobby. He canât quite see the screen from this angle but he knows the game starts since youâve devoted all your attention to whatâs in front of you, completely ignoring that heâs just under you, waiting for what comes next.
His questions are answered soon enough when your hand flies across the mouse pad to aim your gun at an opponent, which takes the ends of the chains with it, resulting in a sharp tug emanating from his chest. A loud moan follows and he knows his microphone would have picked that up.Â
âNone of your business, focus on taking care of Doomfist and less about whatâs going on in my room, huh?â Your teammate must have heard the outburst. Well, at least it was nice to know your snark at him during that first game was simply your default setting.Â
You must have silenced your mic for a moment because the next thing you say is, âWeâre going to have to shut you up, huh?â and he figures thatâs not directed to the people on the other side of the call. Youâre not waiting for an answer, probably didnât want one at all but the whine and quick little nods from him just makes you look more satisfied.Â
Darkness envelops his vision from your skirt lowering itself around his head but thereâs no time to regain his bearings. Dropping yourself onto his face finally gives him his first chance at a touch of you. His hands may be unable to reach out like heâd want but his head lifts to meet you halfway, tongue out and searching.Â
He lets you settle fully onto your makeshift seat. Heâs relishing in your musky scent. He had imagined how you might smell. Your skin gives off a faint aroma of vanilla which heâs sure comes from a lotion that you must have applied before your meeting, but itâs overpowered by the natural smell of arousal. He can feel the stickiness where it rubs against his cheek and across his nose.Â
The pace of him basking in your offering must be too slow for you because he hardly has time to enjoy it when another harsh pull of the chain causes a warm puff of air to flow from his mouth and catch against you. Youâve definitely noticed as the pulse of your core can be felt against his wandering lips. Turns out itâs a lot harder to be skilled when you canât see where to focus your efforts.Â
His tongue acts as his eyes, licking up into warm flesh and looking for your trigger. Heâs drunk on your taste, heavy on his lips. Jungkook is self aware enough to know heâs probably eaten more pussy than most and he enjoys it every time but none could compare to you right now. Do you actually taste better than any woman heâs had the chance to have squirming under him or do you simply have him bewitched? He suppose heâll never truly know, only savoring what heâs given.Â
He can still hear you mumbling out commands at your teammates, orders on where to be placed, who to kill. You havenât given any indication that heâs distracting you at all. He pushes the tip of his tongue into you where itâs the most warm and wet and traces it up the slit up to where he knows is the little button to make you break. He knows heâs landed on your clit when you give a subtle grind into his mouth.Â
Lips nibble around your nub, tongue laving tight little circles over it. Your hips are moving across his face. Heâs barely doing any of the work as you use him to chase your own pleasure. He awaits to hear your own little cries to betray whatâs going on at your end of the call but they never come. And neither do you. Heâs putting in effort, pulling all his best tricks that would have any other woman begging for reprieve but youâre largely silent, the only words coming out of you barks at your comrades whenever a play fails.Â
Heâs giving a long suck at your clit when heâs surprised with a new, more sadistic pull of the chain. It sends a scream from his throat into your own body, letting it vibrate through your core. He continues letting out sweet little moans to add to the stimulation and thinks this, thisâll do it.Â
The brightness of the room is shocking when you raise yourself off his face. The broken sob heard isnât from the pain that pierces through his eyes at the light but the loss of you. His head is chasing after your taste, tongue still out and reaching. His face is wet, lips from the arousal that has spread and eyes from the frustrated unshed tears that have started to threaten to spill.
âGuess youâre not as good as you thought after all.â Youâre taunting him but heâs weak and bites at the bait.
âI didnât get enough time. Plus youâve restricted me way more than you had been, itâs unfair!âÂ
Light peals of laughter fill his ears. Youâre mocking him and heâs reminded of the ache in his groin, still hard and so far from release. âOh sweetie, I played four whole rounds. You had plenty of time. Plus, you needed air at some point.â
Jungkook wants to argue that he didnât need air, he needed you . Just needs you to sit back down and smother him. If heâs going to die, drowning in pussy sounds like a fabulous way to go.
âItâs not my fault you just arenât up to the challenge. I hope you learned something about focus through this though. Youâll need it. Iâm giving you another chance because I am benevolent.âÂ
He should be concentrating on the little things he could have picked up on through this torture, but all thatâs ringing in his head is that another chance just means he gets to have your hands on him again. His dick twitches at the thought.Â
You unshackle his wrist and take off the clamps from the rings. Both areas ache with a delightful pressure, a mild buzzing going through him. You force him to log back into his own account because âIâm not going to let you ruin my stats.âÂ
Heâs back to sitting on his chair, body heavy into the back rest, chest rising and falling in hard pants. The air feels thicker in the room and itâs tinged with the smell of the sex he hasnât gotten to fully experience. Youâre flitting around the room behind him as he sets up his custom lobby again. Once heâs done he turns to see what youâve been up to, finding that youâve dragged the floor length mirror thatâs usually in his room to lean across the wall behind his chair. Questions arise, but he doesnât let any of them form into words.
You tug on his chair to put enough space between him and the desk to sneak through. Youâre at the perfect height for him to stare right down your cleavage, urging the buttons that keep your blouse closed to pop open. He could use a blessing right about now.
It might not be what he was aiming for, but the universe does reward him by having you climb into his lap, knees on either side of his hips. You hook your chin over his shoulder, chest crushed against his own. Youâre soft against him and he seeks more of your delicate skin. His hands gravitate to your ass, palms taking a wide handful of flesh itching to push it down to his lap.Â
âYouâre not going to win anything if your hands arenât on the keyboard, brat.â Thereâs a hand sneaking between the both of you to twist cruelly at his nipple. His hips raise in response to the stimulation, but youâre pulling up and away before he can make contact. His hands are flying off you before you can exert another punishment. Itâs torture to bring each of his arms around you and not grab onto anything he can reach. He canât blame his poor view on why it takes him so long to ready up. He can see the screen clearly over your body, but youâre warm against him and all his cells are screaming touch touch touch.
The game starts and heâs methodical, thinking of each move before he does it. He is seeing some improvement already, reaching areas at a better pace and firing off more accurate headshots than he used to. There are little movements in his peripheral that catch his eye. Your head moves against his shoulder and he feels it. Right there, on his neck, is a little peppering of kisses. Gentle across his skin, hot and wet as you let your tongue lick behind every brush of your lips.
Jungkookâs teeth grind against each other but a soft whine slips around a hum. His head is tilting, bringing the view of his screen off balance, but itâs worth it for the feeling of your teeth nibbling at him in the new space heâs created. He can feel where they dig into the muscle followed by a soft suck that he knows will leave a mark. He hopes you litter the entirety of his neck in deep purple hickeys that he wonât be able to hide, or perhaps show off, during his next stream. He wants you to mark your territory, sending a message to the next woman to hit on him.Â
He falters and his character gets hit, but heâs able to dodge the next shot and get out of range. He can grab the health pack he sees not far from his hiding place and itâs like nothing ever happened. Youâre just getting started though. Your hips join your plan. They rotate in hellish little circles. His cock is trapped between his abdomen and the fabric of your skirt. Heâs leaking but itâs not enough to counter the roughness of the cotton against his skin, all too sensitive now.Â
You must take pity on the pained little whimpers heâs letting out each time you swing forward and rub against him because he can feel your skirt being inched up around your waist, now leaving him free to feel the soft wet skin on the underside of his dick. The pace at which you move is excruciating. You take your time angling your hips forward and dragging them up. He swears he can feel your clit pass over each of the four barbells that decorate just under his head. You let the tip push right over your slit, giving him just a second of bliss where he can practically imagine slipping in. You bring yourself back down and repeat the motion in an agonizing rhythm.Â
He can barely make sense of whatâs going on in the game but youâre quick to remind him. âApproach from the north, grapple to the roof.â He understands the purpose of the mirror now. Youâre watching him play. You can see every move he makes, judging his skills and when to strike with your own.Â
He manages to tune out the delicious strokes you torment him with for another few minutes. Heâs finally gotten into a groove. Heâs focused . At least he is until you wait for him to be looking through the scope of his gun, ready to fire an impressive shot from halfway across the map. Youâre at the tip of your rotation, the head of his cock enveloped between your folds. Heâs got the enemy Sombra in his crosshairs when you sink straight down to the base of his cock, ass fully settled onto his lap.Â
If heâs honest Jungkook doesnât know what kind of noise he lets out. His mind goes blank, vision dark as his eyes clamp close. Thereâs static in his ears, and the universe falls apart at the seams. All he knows is nothing in the world could feel as good as you do in this moment. His throat feels hoarse at whatever sound was ripped from his chest. Heâs panting, breaths coming heavy and quick. His hands have abandoned the keyboard and mouse, now finding their way to grip at your hips, holding you down in fear that youâll rip yourself away again.Â
âArenât you going to respawn?â Your voice pulls him from his daze. His eyes find the screen where his character has gotten killed. His hands are shaking as they reach for the keys again, hesitant to leave their perch, but you donât seem to be going anywhere this time around. In fact, youâre painfully still. Not a single wiggle to heighten the stimulation. Heâs unsure if cockwarming at this point feels like heaven or hell but heâll take whatever heâs given.
Heâs careful moving his Widowmaker across the map, skillfully dodging the attacks that come his way with his grappling hook, getting out of the way to take shots from above. Thereâs a tension in his gut. Thereâs a knot of stress settling in his throat as he takes aim at each opponent that crosses his path.Â
Heâs so close to victory. Everything feels tight. Tighter? It dawns on him that youâre clenching. Your walls are pulsing around his dick in a manic rhythm, intent on making him lose both the game and his mind all at once. Thereâs sweat beading at his forehead from the effort it takes not to thrust up into you. His eyes are closing in a wince, the screen is getting blurry.Â
DEFEAT
A loud groan rips itself from deep within his chest. He canât do this anymore. You win, okay?! He canât fight against your special kind of torture.Â
âI give up! I canât, please. Fuck! Please, let me come.âÂ
âTsk, you were so close.â He knows, trust him, heâs been close this whole time. âI guess I can give you a reward for jumping through the obstacles but you have to ask for it properly. Go on, ask for what you want nicely.â Heâs been begging all evening, sweet little pleas falling from his lips at every moment. What more could you want from him? He thinks about your history together and it falls into place.
âMercy. Have Mercy , please.âÂ
âGood boy,â you acquiesce. You finally start moving, pumping yourself up and down at a maddeningly slow pace.Â
âMore, need more- Faster, Iâm begging!â Thereâs no thought behind his words, all imploring whines and requests of benevolence which you grant.
Your spine straightens up to stand tall on top of him, continuing backwards with a hand behind you on his knee to hold your weight. The other gripping at his shoulder for leverage. Your tits hypnotize him, moving in spellbinding circles right in his face from the force at which you bounce on his lap.Â
Your new angle allows him to reach between you to grab handfuls of your breasts. Heâs itching to get at you through your clothes. Heâs not sure if heâs unclasped the buttons or simply ripped them off your blouse but itâs out of the way and thatâs all that matters. His hands glide up to your shoulders to slip the straps of your bra down to the crook of your arms, bringing the padding down with them to reveal his prize.Â
Your nipples are stiff peaks as they come into contact with the air conditioned room. Tattooed fingers come to wrap around them, squeezing and pulling. He hears your breath hitch and it registers that this is the first pleasurable noise heâs heard from you. Itâs barely audible but thereâs a moan coming out of your mouth, a moan thatâs Jungkookâs doing. The thought sends a wave of heat through his body and he decides that his only mission now is to pull out more of them.
His head dips forward and takes one nipple between his lips. Heâs gentle in his licks and suckles but the soft sighs you let out arenât fulfilling his desires to have you fall apart. He slips the tip of it between his teeth and bites down with a gradual pressure until he can feel moan vibrate through your whole chest. Of course, if you can deal out the pain youâre sure to be able to handle it when itâs twisted back at you.Â
Heâs rougher with his grip now, sure to leave deep imprints where his fingers poke into your skin, teeth leaving marks as he switches from one breast to the other, making sure to even out his attention. Just when he thinks heâs finally on the same playing field, you make sure to remind him that youâre in completely different leagues.
Heâd forgotten all about the evil little remote that you had in your hand earlier but it must have made its way back into your hold because the vibrations are back, strong and insistent. Heâs sure thereâll be bruises left where the pads of his fingers dig into you. Eyes closed, eyebrows furrowed, head leaving your chest to be thrown backwards, a scream piercing through him.Â
âGonna come! Oh god, please. I canât hold it anymore. Have to come, please-â His words are slurring together, nonsensical in his begging. The hand that was holding onto his shoulder drags across to settle at the base of his throat. Your fingers mirror his strength and squeeze at each side, effectively cutting off his moan and his air supply. The fear that everything stops again is forgotten when he feels his world shatter. His balls tighten and the knot in his abdomen breaks when his orgasm finally hits. He can feel himself pulsing inside you, painting your walls.Â
The pulsing doesnât end even after heâs emptied himself out. He can feel how tightly heâs wrapped around the plug which is still buzzing away relentlessly inside him. Mixed with the fact you havenât faltered in your tempo, cruel as you continue the quick up and down on his oversensitive cock.
âOh fuck- Stop. Ah! Hurts!â Heâs trying to slow you down, hands on your hips but youâre stronger than you look and his muscles are slack, still recovering from his climax.Â
âStop? Silly little baby. I havenât come yet, why would I stop? Youâll be good and make me come, right? Iâll turn it off once you do.â Heâs glad your legs havenât grown tired because he couldnât match your cadence if he tried. His hips are twitching up at random, little jolts piercing through him.Â
He regains control of his hands, bringing one down to where your bodies meet. He can see the creamy white evidence of his release slipping out to smear down his cock, leaking onto his balls every time you bring yourself up only to thrust back down harshly. The sweet melody of skin slapping against each other is mixed with lewd wet sounds when your ass meets his thighs at every smack.Â
He files away the view of his tattoos covered in the shine of your mixed juices for later. He hopes he remembers every detail of how you look on top of him, hair mussed, mouth opened, little noises flowing out of your saccharine lips. His thumb finds your clit and he focuses on keeping the pattern of tight little circles around the nub. Constant repetition is the key.Â
Heâs silently urging you to reach your peak. Thereâs little tears stinging at the corner of his eyes, the oversensitivity really settling itself into every cell of his body. Heâd usually order his partner to come for him, calling their orgasm to spill over but heâs terrified that itâd be misconstrued as an order and youâd hold off simply out of spite.Â
Heâs just about to start openly sobbing when he feels you tense up. Your legs have a slight shake to them and he assumes heâs being sent to an early grave with the pressure with which youâre choking his cock. He swears he comes again, weak spurts somehow being squeezed out of him.Â
The vibrations stop as suddenly as they started and his body goes slack. He almost misses catching your back when your own grows weak over him. He guides you back onto his chest, letting you lean into him for both of you to catch your breaths.Â
Youâre first to recover, bringing your head up to face him, your hands coming to cradle under his jaw. Your eyes burn into his, the moment heavy. His voice croaks as he breaks the silence.
âWas I good?â His voice sounds small, insecure and scared. Everyone knows him as a confident man, full of bravado and a reckless love for danger but you manage to turn everything he thinks he knows about himself on a dime.Â
Itâs the first time he sees a genuine smile grace your face without any of the, admittedly sexy, malice that itâs usually stained with. Youâre soft against his lips. Your touch is cautious, letting him melt into the kiss. Itâs tinged with an aftertaste of care. Â
âYes, sweet prince, you were good. You do need more practice though.â Â
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Masterlist || Have Mercy (on me)Â











