That Night

Cow-t 10. M2. NSFW.
Parole: 1320 .
Prompt: La Ruota.
Fandom: BTS.
TAG: rape play. Fake kidnapping. Established relationship. Semi-public sex. Rough sex.
Jungkook walked out from their studio, it was late, he wanted to practise more on the new song and he didn’t realise. The spring was fading into summer but it wasn’t so hot during the night. He opened the back door to left his bag in the back of the car. He liked that kind of weather and stopped for a second just before getting into his car to enjoy the warm breeze on his face.
He closed his eyes so he didn’t notice the figure walking toward him from behind.
“Don’t move!” a muffled voice growled. He felt some small object pressing at the base of his spine. “If you let out a sound it will be the last. Now put the hands behind your back slowly.”
Jungkook was sweating his pants off. He followed the instructions and something metallic closed around his wrist. Handcuffs. He could scream he thought, they were still in the studio’s parking there were cameras and people inside. But the unfamiliar sensation of what probably was a gun was still pressed between his shoulder blades.
“Stay still!” A blindfold took away his sight and something nudged his lips. “Now be good, open your mouth.” He could fell the guy closer now, the sharp object dwelling in his back. Almost shaking he opened his mouth and a ball was pushed inside, it happened too quickly for him to understand. The ball was fastened behind his head and a tug pushed him inside. The door closed with a slam and after a moment another slam announced also the front’s seat door was closed.
The car started and he tried to scream around the stupid ball but it was useless. The guy was driving fast and he had no way to follow their route.
It felt like forever when the vehicle stopped. Jungkook was on verge of tears.
A door opened and closed and after a moment his door opened. Squirming on the back seat he was now laying very uncomfortable on his back. He kicked the air but a hand took his feet with a firm grip. The kidnapper let out a laugh and Jungkook stopped. He knew that voice.
“Hooeok???” He blabbed around the ball. The guy let go of his feet and the blindfold disappeared.
They were in the woods, is the first he noticed, it looked like a parking area on a secondary road. Hoseok, as he suspected was looking at him. He was wearing a mask which covered half of his face, liked the ones popular between their fans.
“It took you a lot to figure out.” Said is soon to be ex-boyfriend.
“Unnniee ee!”
“Free you? I don’t think I will, I’m not gonna get dumped because I try to make one of your fantasies real.”
Jungkook’s eyes widened.
“Oh yeah.” Hoseok got closer lowering himself to enter in the car, Jungkook scouted backways to gave him some space and also in a futile try to escape from his lustful eyes. There is no way he knew.
“Oh, I knew…Not use to deny it, remember that night, at Yoongi’s birthday? No, you don’t because you got drunk with the birthday boy and gave him a good snog, we had to literally take you two apart, me and Namjoon. And then when I tried to put you to sleep I was forcing you down to take off your clothes and you started moaning.”
Did he snog Yoongi? He had no recall, he remembered a stupid drinking game Jimin suggested and then nothing. He was going to get out of that car and then kill himself.
“Oooh someone is embarrassed from his own perverted mind, I wonder if I should tell you how you got off by me trying to undress you and then you ask me to fake-rape you all the way with a dreaming expression.”
That could explain why his boxers were missing, he didn’t spend a second thought about it the morning after due to the hangover.
A thump announced that Hoseok closed the door and the locks, now he was really trapped.
Unable to speak he started to shake his head but Hoseok lowered the mask enough to show him an evil smile. His hand closed on his crotch. “Someone is saying no with one head but yes with the other one.” The hand tightened and Jungkook whined.
“Look like the little kook want to join the party, let’s free him.” A zip was opened and Jungkook watched in terror the traitor of his dick standing rock hard.
Hoseok went forward sliding in the back of his jeans. Jungkook gulped for the cold fingers but the strong grip Hoseok had on his hips kept him in place. The and went between his crack making Jungkook squirming, he never asked for this, even if a dark part of him wanted it so badly. Being forced to have this scene made it so real that he found himself panting.
Hoseok was mouthing his neck while the fingers circled his entrance. There was so little space that they were pressed together. His pants were dragged down enough to free his butt and a second hand found his way to his opening. A wet sensation told him at least Hoseok wasn’t going to fuck him dry but then the first finger was shoved inside taking a fast pace.
Jungkook let out a long cry.
The fingers rapidly became two, pistoning his prostate.
The lights of a car in the distance, illuminated the trees outside the car giving him a rush. He thought it was a hidden road but there were cars passing by after hall. It wasn’t supposed to arouse him but he gave up on holding his moans.
The fingers stopped and he realised Hoseok wasn’t going to prepare him more than this. He wanted him to feel it.
Hoseok surrounded him with his arms and dragging him up, pushing him against the backrest, his face pressed against the glass. He was on him right away his cock nudging his entrance.
He thrust in one go.
Jungkook screamed around the ball gag. Hoseok didn’t even bother to slow down fucking him fast and hard. His hands were hooked around him the fingernails digging his skin at every thrust.
Teet bites his neck, not strong enough to leave a mark but enough for him to feel it.
Something was building from his toe, curled inside the sneakers. He screamed suddenly scared. It was too intense. He had to get away.
But, with Hoseok’s body pressed on his, he didn’t leave any room.
Hoseok hit his prostate full force and he cummed, white spots clouding his eyes, his whole body tensing in the strongest orgasm he ever had.
The world went dark and the last thing he remembered was Hoseok’s groan while he emptied himself in his ass.
He came back to consciousness slowly. He body was sore like after long training. But the blanket of satisfaction it permeated him was new. He emitted a sound, his jaw still pulsing for biting the gag.
“Jungkook?” He felt the car slow down and then stop, before Hoseok, from the front seats, turned to him. He was lying flat in the back of the car, covered in a warm blanket.
“You ok?” A gentle hand caressed him and he leaned in the touch.
“Mmmhyeah.” He mouth was impasted he wanted only curl in a bed and sleep, possibly with Hoseok hugging him from behind.
“I was worried I went too far.”
Jungkook shacked his head weakly, “it was good.”
Hoseok smiled relieved. He had facked his confidence, internally he had been in panic the whole time: “if you are sleepy don’t worry, I ‘ll wake you when we arrive.”
The car started moving again.
“Hoseok?”
“Yeah? Everything is okay?”
“Yes, don’t pull over, I just wanted to say that I love you.”
“I love you too.”