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Never Been A Friend | Part 3 | Jeon JK

♧ synopsis: Sneaky glances across the room weighed with a dozen different meanings left to be unsaid; confusion desire, lust. He was never a friend, was he?

♧ pairing: brother's bsf!jk, bratty!reader.

♧ warnings: Mentions of A LOT of SEX. minors please DNI. cursing...mature themes, jk is a horndog & immature, SO MUCH sexual frustration u might find it annoying. oc is drunk.

♧ WC: 3.7k

a/n: OMG HI i havent posted in literally forever 😭😭 happy new year ig goddamn last time i posted it was october like what anws enjoy this parttt and ofc as always share ur thoughts with me 🫶 if u wanna be tagged just drop a comment & i'll make sure to tag u!!

previous (part 2)

-UNEDITED.

I want to kiss her again.

-

Sighing into the void of my shower, I wrap a towel around my hips after drying my hair.

Where should I sleep?

y/n’s in my bed, all doe eyes and soft pouts.

The same girl who got me all hot and bothered with my fist around my cock in the shower.

My dick twitches at the image of her earlier.

Mascara running down her eyes, messy lipstick smudged all around her lips.

God, her eyes.

God, her mouth.

I drop my head dejectedly, and just as the sight of her on her knees flashes through my mind, my cock begins to harden again.

Fuck.

This is unnecessary.

Why am I acting like I wasn’t having sex a little more than a couple hours ago?

I mean- sure, I am a lustful man.

I fucking love sex.

But im not a virgin. And im pretty damn sure I havent been one for a while now.

Yet here I am, my hormones all over the place as I fight the urge to hop back in my shower and masturbate.

To her.

The thought of her.

Even if I’d much rather cum while fucking her than to the idea of her.

Damn.

A time passed in my life where I was so used to sex, I was having it multiple times a week… an amount I had considered to be healthy and normal.

At least for a newly-of-age college student.

I more often needed to blow off some steam, and girls were easy offers.

Most of them I’d meet in some random club and have a one-night stand, no strings attached.

Others would be friends with benefits, only because we had chemistry and/or wanted sex with each other for the physicality of it all.

I was only ever committed once, and I hated it.

Fucking loathed it, I tell you.

I took it too serious, got way too attached.

Suffices to say, I was jealous most of the time…possessive even.

It resulted in the relationship being toxic, and not gonna lie to myself, I’m incredibly glad I got out of it before she child trapped me or something like that.

Oh yeah, she was that type of girlfriend.

Im thankful I ended it before it got too bad, though the healing process wasnt peaceful.

I just had sex all the time. With protection of course.

Got mostly drunk, too.

Blocked her away from my mind and thoughts completely, using mostly sex and alcohol if it got too miserable.

So, to say im masturbating when im used to having sex whenever I want is rare.

It’s accessible to me, so it's quite simple logic to fuck someone when im feeling horny.

Though I was addicted to it when it helped me forget about her so easily.

But to masturbate about someone because im horny for them?

That’s damn rare.

Y/n especially.

God, I think before shaking my head. Y/n of all people? Seriously, dickhead?

Snapping out of it, I open the door and almost jump out of my skin.

Oh.

It’s y/n.

But, when I really look at her now…

Shit.

It’s y/n.

Her eyes look wide awake as she stares back at me, all flustered and flushed.

A mere five minutes ago I was moaning her name and fisting my cock. She surely hadn’t heard anything…

Right?

Well, I doubt it, because as I race to gather my thoughts and just say something instead of gaping at her, she beats me to it.

Tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear-shyly- her cheeks flush even more as she diverts her attention to the floor.

Holy shit.

She’s just so fuckable.

The fuck? She looks adorable. With nothing but a- my- loose t-shirt on.

But also, insanely fuckable. The t-shirt reaches her mid-thighs, and it’d be incredibly easy to just bend her over and take her right where I am.

What? I am a lustful man. At least I admit it.

I mentally shrug at the thought.

“uh- i- uh- um-“ woah.

She’s stuttering.

I wouldve found that annoying but I just want to kiss her now.

That’d probably shut her up.

“I heard- um-“ well, guess I’m fucked. “moaning? I thought you were in pain.” Even though her words are now slightly less slurred, she’s speaking in full sentences.

That’s good.

Is it, though?

“you’re more sober.” Yeah, I was moaning your name in pain because I wanted to cum so bad inside of your pussy, but I masturbated instead.

She sways, almost losing her balance as I instinctively reach out to steady her. “I drank the- uh- glass of water you got for me earlier.”

I did?

Oh, guess I did.

“good.”

“wanna sleep with me?”

My eyes widen of their own accord, lips spreading a mile apart as my jaw hangs open. Sex? Finally?

Her consent would send me over the edge.

“what- like-“

“no- not like-“

Oh.

Bummer.

And at the same moment we both shut up and stare at each other with wide eyes, my heart beats in my ears at a speed I cant keep up with.

Realizing the absurdity of the situation, we both burst out laughing.

She drops her head in her hands and lets out the most adorable drunken laugh, and I cant help but admire it as she does so.

Admire her.

God, I want her.

She glances up at me as our laughter quickly dies down, replaced with palpable tension.

My eyes cant seem to look away when her own trail down my body, following every individual droplet down my chest and reaching my abs with such intrigue.

They go down, down, down…

Until they meet the towel.

And when she takes her time eyeing the little hair trail leading to my cock- which is slowly but surely pitching a tent- I’m lost.

I’m so fucked.

So done for.

So down bad.

Because this girl fucking bites her lip and gives me the most innocent “fuck me” eyes I have ever seen.

And to hell with it.

I just might.

Regaining track of my thoughts, I push every diabolical fantasy of mine to the side and take a more subtle, civil approach to this horrid situation.

“y/n.”

She tilts her head as a light blush dusts her cheeks.

She seems to have snapped out of the daze she was in, because she clears her throat and drops her head again after ogling my abs for what seems like a lifetime.

Not that im complaining.

Based off of her body language, guess we’re both horny for one another.

But I cant fuck her.

No. I wont.

She’s Tae's sister. I cant break bro code. He’d kill me.

Plus, he knows she hates me, which is why sleeping with her was a far possibility to begin with.

But her acting all “fuck me” is confusing the hell out of me.

She cant be that drunk.

Is she toying with me? Pretending?

She takes her eyes away from me and gives them to the floor, and god help me, I want my hand around her neck and her eyes on mine.

Possibly while doing other things but we’ll get to that later.

“aren’t you tired, y/n?” I bite out, getting myself ready to go into defensive mode.

I’m on edge.

Not to mention, horny out of my fucking mind.

Some might call it "sexual frustration".

I call it "bullshit".

I just came, but here she is giving me all sex appeal vibes and getting on my nerves.

Im getting sick of this.

I need a good fuck.

From her. I need her. I need to fuck her.

And that’s exactly why I’m pissed.

Because I cant.

Why?

If this girl was sober right this second, I would’ve gotten a slap to the face and a “go fuck yourself” for being shirtless around my own damn house.

But no.

Im getting lip bites and dreamy gazes.

Oh for fucks sake.

Even though her head slightly lulls to the side and she stutters a little to get the words out, she declines.

“not tired?”

“mm-mm.” so, no.

“don’t wanna sleep?”

“nope.” She pops the ‘p’, giving me a playful drunk smile as her neck cranes up to watch me.

Jesus.

“okay…” I stare at the wall for a beat.

“hungry.” She says with the cutest drunk frown ive ever seen.

Same.

Im hungry, too.

Not for food, though.

“alright.” I move for my room, only for the little minx to get all up in my private space.

“where you going?” she asks intently, eyes on me and lips apart.

Inviting is how she looks.

My thumb chases her bottom lip, fondling with it until im left stroking it.

Im not thinking.

I don’t want to.

Fuck. When she exhales deeply and leans into it, im tempted to take her right there and then.

But she probably doesn’t realize who I am, if she’s letting me get away with all this.

And that’s the thing.

She’s not sober. I never feel these things when she’s sober. I don’t like her sober.

But it’d be a dick move to fuck her right here, when she’s so wasted beyond oblivion.

She wont remember.

Which means if she gave me her consent, it wouldn’t be rational consent.

Im not an asshole, and I know “no.” is a full sentence.

Even if she wont say it right now to my face, she’d be more than happy to do so tomorrow morning. When she’s sober with a throbbing headache.

Which I already prepared for by placing some painkillers and water by the bed on my nightstand.

Because that was the plan.

Her sleeping in my room, in my bed- alone.

Whereas I’d sleep on the couch, and we’d both wake up tomorrow morning with clothes on in different rooms.

But here she is.

Her lips a hair’s breadth away from mine.

Did I mention how much I want to taste them again?

“need to put a shirt on.” I barely rasp out. She flutters her eyes shut when I stroke her lower lip one more time, eyes heated.

She doesn’t reply, instead letting me do everything I want to.

And that’s dangerous- her trusting me.

Because god help me if I was drunk- or at least as drunk as her- I would’ve done unspeakable things to this woman.

And that just doesn’t sit right with me, considering I might as well just do that sober with all the thoughts im having.

But her brother might come back; he might not want to spend the night at his fuck of the night’s.

I consider fucking her right there for another split second.

No.

Stepping back from her rather abruptly, I make a beeline for my room. I reach for the first pair of boxer-briefs I find and let the towel fall to my feet. In mere seconds, im fully dressed in a shirt and some random boxer-shorts.

I fluff my hair up in a towel to dry it, knowing I did a well enough job when it’s not as wet.

A look in the mirror, I stare back at myself as my hair’s messy, my face is flushed, and my dick is still rock-hard.

Man- fuck- I am so fucking horny for her.

I don’t know what to do.

Genuinely.

Should I just fuck her and get on with my life?

But what about her brother?

What if she resented me for it for the rest of our lives?

What if she doesn’t want me to?

I already know she doesn’t.

But she’s not possibly drunk enough to develop a whole new personality.

Again, is she toying with me?

…why not just ask?

“jungkook?” a soft knock on the door.

“coming.” And within a few steps ahead, I swing the door open and find y/n standing there, staring right back at me, all fuck-me eyes and sex appeal.

“so…” I rock back on my heels, her looking to the floor as the air between us grows thick with awkward tension.

“you said you were hungry?” she lifts her gaze to mine again, taking my damn breath away as every damn time.

Goddamn my hormones.

Her fucking eyes are making me horny now?

My t-shirt modestly covers all her curves, leaving only her legs to sight.

She nods at my earlier question, so I rack through my options.

I mean, there’s not much to think about. How hard can it be?

Just feed the girl.

“alright.” I awkwardly side-step her to make my way to the kitchen, uttering a low “come on” to get her to follow me.

Lifting her up by her hips, I seat her on one of the stools at the island and get to work.

Opening the cabinets, I find…

Nothing.

Fucking hell. Grocery shopping was on tae this week.

Her brother or not, he’s getting a good scolding as soon as I see him.

There’s basically close to nothing I could cook up that’d to a well enough job except…pancakes?

There’s a singular lonely box set in one of the empty cabinets.

I flick a glance af y/n.

“pancakes okay?”

She smiles with an assuring nod.

I grab it and make quick work to get all the needed ingredients listed for it on the packaging.

After everything’s set and ready on the counter, I cross my arms with a confused frown.

I know there’s something missing.

What the fuck is it?

“butter.”

Flicking my gaze to y/n, she maintains the eyecontact for as little as a second and goes back to picking at her cuticles.

“right.” I clear my throat. “butter.”

Grabbing it from the fridge and setting it with the rest of the ingredients, I start whipping it up.

Halfway through the process, I realize how weird the situation is.

Ive actually never cooked for a girl before.

Well, it’s pancakes. But still.

I couldve just ordered takeout or something.

A little more than fifteen minutes later, two plates mounted with pancakes, bananas (for presentation), and syrup are each placed in front of y/n and i.

Sure, I almost burnt myself here and there but it wasn’t too bad. Wouldn’t have happened hadn’t y/n been ogling me all the time.

She was too damn distracting.

Wasn’t my fault.

I noticed her looking at my hands mostly more than anything.

Hand kink, maybe?

Choking, perhaps?

Focus, jeon.

Right. Mac n cheese.

Oh wait no- pancakes.

Right.

I make sure to give her the one with extra syrup.

She likes it that way. Something I always noticed. She always added extra whenever we had some at their place back in town.

Ive been a few times, when tae would invite me to hangout on breaks. Who am I to decline?

Their mom makes amazing pancakes.

“thank you.” I barely register her gratitude before chuckling as I sit beside her on one of the stools, my own plate in front of me.

“for what?” with a glint of amusement in my eyes, my lips cant help but tip up.

She signals to the plate in front of her as response, just as I turn to fully give her my attention.

“it’s just pancakes, y/n.” I shake my head and focus on her adorable drunk frown.

“I will pay you back, though.” She sounds determined at that, and I just know not to doubt that statement.

“yeah?” my eyes narrow of their own accord, playfully challenging her. “how so?”

She sure doesn’t get the “playful” part as her brows dip in a frown.

“what do you have in mind?” she offers.

It’s an innocent question blooming out of pure curiosity.

The answer, though? Way beyond that.

Deeper.

Dirtier.

What do I have in mind?

Honestly? A lot of things.

Choking her at the same moment I take her from behind.

Maybe even spanking her while she rides me.

Why not pounding into her as she braces herself into the pillow and screams?

Ive always loved me a pillow princess.

All of the above are scenarios of how she can pay me back with her pussy, one way or another.

And that’s a dick move, isn’t it?

So, instead, I answer with: “grant me a wish.”

“a wish?”

“yep.”

“huh? You think im a genie or something?”

A light chuckle is all she gets before im on my feet, looking down at her confused wide eyes.

I walk calmly to the liquor cabinet, grabbing a bottle of red wine.

y/n eyes me curiously.

“what?”

“you wanna have wine…with pancakes?”

All I do is smirk in return.

“don’t judge unless you’ve tried it.”

That shuts her up immediately.

Approaching her with a smug tilt of my lips and a cock of my eyebrow, the wine bottle connects with the island tile with a thud, a contrast to the loud clank the wine glass makes as I cautiously set it down.

All the while aware of y/n’s undivided attention, she eyes me with the same intrigue im getting used to from her as I pour some wine for myself.

My forearms flex as I do so, my movements fluid as I raise the glass to my nose, swirling it around in the cup and taking a generous whiff, to which I greet with satisfaction.

I lock eyes with her own as I take a small sip.

The taste is welcomed, it calms me down.

But then she averts her eyes away from mine, blinks a few times, clenches her thighs, then focuses on her precious pancakes.

Im standing right beside her, towering over her seat like a predator.

Except the prey here unfortunately seems to be me.

y/n cuts up a piece of her pancake, reaches the fork up to her mouth and eats the pancake.

Seems normal, right?

She moans right then, sucking the fork clean out of her mouth.

Fuck.

What kills me most? Her looking up at me through thick lashes and innocent eyes.

Im going insane.

A muscle ticks in my jaw as I raise the glass if wine to my lips again, this time taking a much larger swig.

“what’s wrong?” she stands up. “you were acting all smug a second ago.”

Before I get to answer, she takes the wine glass from my hand, fingers slightly brushing mine in the haste of it.

“what are you-“

She then downs the whole glass in one gulp.

My jaw. The floor.

Setting it down gracefully, she looks at me.

Like, really looks at me.

Im literally hard again.

“you were right.” Huh?

“wine with pancakes does taste good.”

You know what else tastes good?

My dick in your mouth.

Her being right there but at the same time so far away is so fucking suffocating.

I want her. But I cant have her.

My jaw ticks again.

“oh my god! Loosen up, jungkook.” She exclaims when I stay silent.

“you were acting all playful two minutes ago, now you’re all jaw ticks and tense muscles.”

“trust me, you do not want me to loosen up.” One step closer. “and most definitely not around you.”

“why?” she challenges.

Wheres all this boldness coming from? The wine?

This girl cant be real.

“you gonna fuck me or something?”

That felt like a slap to the face.

She probably doesnt realize she hit a vein. Me getting all up in her face must give her a hint, though.

“you cant just say that.” I counter defensively.

“why?” her eyes thin with defiance. “because you might actually do it?”

I shake my head.

“no? are you a coward?”

Im not falling for that.

Was she playing all innocent to provoke me?

“remember that wish?”

“what do you mean?

“I mean,” I lean in, my face a breadth away, “one of these days,” a brush of my thumb across her lips. She gulps. “I’m gonna ask you to do something for me…”

Her lips part as an invitation, which I accept. “and you will so gladly do it.” I put my index and middle finger in her mouth, unable to resist this damn woman.

“no questions asked.”

By the end of my sentence, I’m left breathless.

y/n hums around my fingers, sucking on them like one would do a lollipop. I can feel her warm tongue swirl around me, as she looks me dead in the eyes and moans.

Holy god have mercy.

She pulls away for a split second, my fingers glistening with wetness as she asks, “am I doing it right?”

I nod, my eyes hooded.

She guides them to her mouth once again, this time deeper as she gags on them.

A guttural moan rips out if my chest.

My dick throbs in my shorts, a plea for her.

I should stop her and take her to bed- put her to sleep- but all I do instead is tuck her hair away from her face using my other hand.

“look at me, baby.” I coax her. Big doe eyes meet mine as my dick strains at the sight.

Wetness oozes from her mouth as she sucks my fingers.

“you’re doing such a good job for me.”

She sucks harder at the praise, taking it deeper into her mouth. Tip to base, all the while holding my eyes captive with her own.

But I cant take it anymore.

If im not inside her within the next minute, I might die.

Reluctantly taking my fingers out of her mouth, she releases them with a pop as she eyes me up, all hot and hungry.

Gone is the innocent look she once possessed, her eyes now full of unrelenting lust.

Her figure molds into mine and I hold her close as I kiss her with all the life in me.

I kiss her.

Tongue.

Lips.

A little bit of teeth. You know how it is, all caught up in the moment.

One moment she’s in my arms, kissing me.

Another, im slapping her on her ass as she jumps and latches onto my body.

Her legs wrap around my waste as my palms knead her ass gently.

Lustfully.

My t-shirt looks so sinful on her.

But I love it.

Love the way she bites my lower lip.

Love the way she moans as I suck on her tongue.

Love the way she’s making me feel by grinding her pussy against my dick.

But mostly?

I love the way I’m gonna fuck her to oblivion.

I cant make up my mind, though.

Might just fuck her right here, right now.

Drunk and all.

But that’s not right.

Is it?

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The Price of Desire

Summary: You had unknowingly stirred a storm the previous day, and Jungkook's calm demeanour had masked his growing frustration. This morning, your actions had reignited the flames, and Jungkook's mind began to wander to the consequences of your behaviour. Unbeknownst to you, he had started pondering on a matter that would make you realize the gravity of your actions. Little did you know, keeping secrets from your boyfriend and testing his patience would soon catch up with you.

Pairing: AngryBf! HardDom! Jungkook x reader

Genre: One shot. Smut with fluff. Minders DNI.

Warnings: established relationship, explicit language, confusion, Confrontation, Betrayal, Secrets, Oral sex (m,f), Some biting, Marking, Angry Jungkook, HardDom!Jungkook, Daddy kink, Spanking, Dumbification if you squint, Use of Strength, Punishment, possessiveness, Jealousy, Orgasm denial, Nipple play, Choking, Bondage, Dirty talk, Use of sex toy, Manhandling, Deep throat, MIRRORS!, Unprotected sex between established relationship, missionary, backshots, cowgirl, Creampie, Squirting, Multiple orgasm, Improper use of bench, Fluff, Aftercare.

A/N: Aahh! This has been in my thoughts ever since I saw Jungkook working out bare chest. It drove me crazy. He is so hot. I have been working on it for months to capture all my thoughts. Just writing my filthy thoughts. Idk just leave me alone!

Hope you like it. Please share with your friends if you like it & please interact with it as well.

Word count: 11.7K

Jungkook walked through the door, exhausted from his non-stop schedule of his dance studio. Taking off his shoes and wearing house slippers, his eyes scanned the room, searching for his love, and his heart skipped a beat when he spotted you standing in the kitchen, phone pressed to your ear. He was busy for a few weeks continuously is an understatement. But so were you, maybe less, but still, you were.

"Hey, baby," he said, wrapping his arms around you in a brief hug, his lips brushing against yours in a gentle kiss.

You smiled, your eyes sparkling, and replied, "Hey."

Jungkook couldn't quite put his finger on it, but you looked radiant, glowing even? Maybe it was the soft lighting in the kitchen or the way your hair fell in loose waves down your back. Whatever it was, he couldn't help but feel drawn to you.

As you continued your phone call with your colleague, Jungkook took a moment to appreciate the warmth and comfort of your home. You two had built a life together, one filled with love, laughter, and passion. Your chemistry was undeniable, and your relationship had only grown stronger with each passing day. Well-settled, and you both had successful careers.

But what made your bond truly special was your incredible sex life – or at least, that's what Jungkook thought.

Until today.

Jungkook couldn't shake the feeling that something was different, something that went beyond the surface level. He pushed the thought aside, attributing it to his own exhaustion.

Jungkook's exhaustion melted away as he entered their shared bedroom, seeking fresh clothes for a well-deserved shower. His gaze drifted toward the closet, but his attention was hijacked by the nightstand.

He froze, eyes widening in shock.

Your favourite sex toy lay there, gleaming in the soft light. Jungkook's mind reeled. "Did you? Did you play with yourself?" The thought trailed off, quickly dismissing the idea. 'No, you would never pleasure yourself without him.’

Maybe, just maybe, you were hinting that you were in the mood?

But then, his eyes locked onto the dampness on the toy. His legs moved on their own accord, drawing him closer, his heart racing. He picked up the toy, bringing it to his nose. The scent hit him like a tidal wave.

"Fucking hell," he muttered, his groan stuck in his throat.

The aroma was unmistakable – your scent, your essence. Jungkook's body responded, desire coursing through his veins. Yet, a spark of irritation flared within him. Jungkook was torn – aroused yet infuriated.

Why would you do this? He had one rule: Never touch yourself without his permission. If you had asked him, he would never deny you. Hell! He would pleasure you himself - If you were that needy. He would let you do anything, would always satisfy your needs and fulfil your every desire.

Jungkook's thoughts swirled, conflicting emotions warring inside him.

'Why did you do this without me?'

'Did you need it that badly?'

'Why didn't you ask?'

He recalled the countless times he'd pleasured you, the ways he'd made you scream with delight. His pride stirred, mixed with a dash of possessiveness.

As he stood there, frozen in turmoil, the sound of sizzling vegetables and gentle humming drifted from the kitchen. You were unaware of the storm brewing within him.

Jungkook's grip on the toy tightened, his mind racing with questions and emotions. He knew he had to confront you, to understand why you'd broken his rule.

The dinner preparations continued, oblivious to the tension building in the bedroom.

Jungkook's thoughts swirled as he stood frozen, the toy still clutched in his hand. He felt a mix of emotions: desire, possessiveness, and a hint of hurt. Why did you do this without him? The thought kept repeating in his mind.

He took a deep breath, attempting to calm himself. Maybe there was a reasonable explanation. Maybe you were just...

The sound of your laughter carried from the kitchen, followed by the clinking of dishes. Jungkook's head snapped at the bedroom door and his heart skipped a beat. Eyes unfocused, moving around in bedroom, he couldn't shake the image of you, alone in their bedroom, pleasuring yourself.

As Jungkook replaced the toy on the nightstand, his mind still reeled from the discovery. With a newfound sense of determination, he turned on his heels, intent on confronting you, as he neared the kitchen, he heard you saying your goodbye on the phone,

"Good timing," he muttered to himself.

But the doorbell rang, interrupting his thoughts.

You were still in the kitchen, wrapping up your phone call. Jungkook didn't spare you a glance, his eyes fixed on the door. He opened it to reveal Jin, holding a basket of freshly picked fruits.

"Hey, Junkookie!" Jin said, beaming. "I brought some goodies from my garden."

Jungkook invited Jin in, and they settled onto the couch. You emerged from the kitchen with a glass of water for Jin.

"Ahh, thank you, Y/N-ah," Jin said, accepting the glass.

Jungkook's gaze drifted away, playing with his lip piercing, his mind still consumed by the toy. Jin's chatter brought him back to the present.

"...and then I realized I had to prune the trees sooner," Jin said, chuckling.

You excused yourself, asking Jin if he'd stay for dinner. Jin declined, citing another engagement.

"Okay, no worries," you said, smiling. "I'll get back to cooking."

As you re-entered the kitchen, you suddenly remembered the toy. Your heart skipped a beat.

Shit!

SHIT!

Panic set in your chest. Before you could hide the evidence, your phone rang, distracting you. You forgot about the toy momentarily.

Glancing back at the living room, you saw Jungkook laughing with Jin. You breathed a sigh of relief. He might haven't seen it yet.

You quickly slipped into the bedroom, snatched the toy from the nightstand, and rushed to the bathroom. Your hands trembled as you washed and wiped the toy clean. As you dumped it in the bottom drawer of the sink cabinet where it belongs, you caught your reflection. Flushed and panting, you looked like you'd committed a crime.

Why was I so scared? He didn't even see it. If he had, he would've said something.

You shook your head, laughing at your own paranoia. Promising yourself you'd confess later, you composed yourself and headed back to the kitchen.

Jin's goodbye to Jungkook drifted from the living room. You timed your entrance perfectly, pretending you'd been in the kitchen all along.

Closing the door behind Jin, Jungkook walked towards the kitchen, his eyes locked onto your back. He pushed his messy hair back with his tattooed hand a habitual gesture that betrayed his turmoil, and shoved his left hand deep into his pants pocket.

Pausing for a moment, he seemed to consider speaking up, but his lips remained sealed.

Tonguing his cheeks, Jungkook continued walking towards the bedroom. His mind replayed the events of the evening, particularly the moment he saw you sneaking into the bedroom while he was engrossed in conversation with Jin.

He was convinced that you had hidden the sex toy.

As he entered the bedroom, Jungkook's gaze swept the room, searching for any sign of the toy. His suspicion was confirmed: your sex toy was nowhere to be seen. Expertly hidden.

The nightstand, where he had last seen it, was now empty and the surface was spotless.

Jungkook's eyes narrowed, his thoughts swirling.

You had clearly tried to conceal the evidence.

But why?

Was it guilt or embarrassment?

Or was it something more?

Jungkook's mind raced with questions, his emotions oscillating between frustration and curiosity.

He knew he had to confront you about this.

But how?

And when?

For now, he decided to keep his discovery to himself, observing your behaviour, waiting for the perfect moment to address the issue.

Fishing new clothes from his closet, he headed towards the bathroom, stripped off his clothes, stepping into the shower he placed his palms on the tiled wall and hung his head low in the water stream. Warm water cascaded down his body, but his mind remained tense.

‘Why would you hide that toy? Why did you feel the need to use it in the first place?’

‘Was he not enough for you?’

‘Did he neglect you somehow?’ eyes snapping up, his expressions changed to shock.

‘Did you try to communicate your needs, but he was too busy?’

‘Is he lacking somewhere in satisfying you?’ his eyebrows furrowed.

‘Do you not feel safe with him to talk about your needs with him?’ face changed from shock to pained expression.

Self-doubt and anger mingled within him. He punched the tiles in frustration, the sound echoing through the shower area. The pain radiating from his fist was nothing compared to the turmoil brewing inside him.

Taking a deep breath, Jungkook tried to calm himself down.

Washing off the remaining soap, he turned off the water and stepped out of the shower cabin. Grabbing a towel, he began to dry himself, his movements brisk and efficient. As he stood in front of the mirror, he gazed at his reflection. His eyes were still blazing with anger, his jaw clenched.

"Whatever it is," he muttered to himself, "you still shouldn't have done it."

The words hung in the air, a reminder of his unresolved emotions.

Jungkook took another deep breath, trying to shake off the lingering frustration.

He put on fresh clothes – a simple white shirt and black pants – and headed towards the kitchen.

The aroma of dinner wafted through the air, enticing his senses.

But his appetite was dampened by the thoughts still swirling in his mind.

As he entered the kitchen, Jungkook's gaze lingered on you, searching for any sign of awareness. Did you know what he'd found? Did you intentionally leave it out?

When you turned around, Jungkook's gaze fell upon you once more, his eyes locking onto the phone clutched between your ear and shoulder. Your bright smile and gentle humming only added to his growing unease.

You caught his eye and said, "Yes, he is. He's as amazing as he always is with me," accompanied by a playful wink.

Jungkook's heart clenched, a pang of hurt and betrayal shooting through him.

If you felt that way, why didn't you tell him about your needs?

You placed the pan beside your dishes and covered the phone's mouthpiece with your hand.

"This is my best friend," you explained, noticing Jungkook's intense stare.

He nodded curtly, trying to mask his turmoil.

Pulling out a chair, Jungkook sat down, but his appetite had vanished.

Bubbling with anger and frustration.

He needs to talk to you. But you seemed too busy, too content without him. You didn't even need him now.

He forced down a few spoonful of food, the taste bland in his mouth.

As dinner progressed, Jungkook's silence grew more pronounced. His mind raced with questions, and his body ached with desire, he felt suffocated.

Suddenly, he stood up, startling you.

Your confused expression and mouthful of food only added to Jungkook's agitation.

You gestured with your hands, asking, "What?"

"I have some work to do with Jimin," Jungkook said abruptly, referencing the task Jin hyung had mentioned during his visit.

Without giving you a chance to respond, Jungkook swiftly departed, leaving you bewildered and concerned.

The door closed behind him, leaving you wondering what had just happened.

Needing solace, Jungkook got into his car and began driving without a specific destination in mind. The winding roads and soothing hum of the engine helped clear his thoughts.

Letting the window down, the cool breeze swept through his still-damp hair, carrying the scent of the night.

As he drove, Jungkook's mind wandered back to you and the events of the evening.

After an hour of driving, he found himself at a familiar spot – the overlook where the entire city sparkled like diamonds.

This was your spot, a place where memories lingered.

It had been too long since you both came here together, lost in each other's eyes.

Recalling those moments, a gentle smile crept onto Jungkook's face.

Ruffling his hair, he thought, "Coming here was a good decision."

The peaceful atmosphere calmed his racing thoughts.

With both hands, Jungkook swept his hair back, securing it behind his head.

He sighed, feeling the tension ease from his shoulders.

Gazing out at the city lights and starry sky, Jungkook's thoughts began to untangle.

The stars above twinkled like reminders of the love you shared. Jungkook's heart still ached, but the pain was now tempered by nostalgia. He remembered the laughter, the whispers, and the promises made under these same stars.

Closing his eyes, Jungkook let the night air envelop him.

For the first time since the discovery, he felt his emotions balancing.

Jungkook knew what he needed to do. He would confront you, but calmly, with a clear mind.

The darkness surrounding him was no longer suffocating. Instead, it felt like a blanket, wrapping him in comfort. He was ready to face whatever lay ahead.

It was past midnight when Jungkook returned home, resolved to give you a chance to confess first.

Opening the main door with his keys, the darkness enveloped him.

He checked his phone, still on silent mode, and saw three missed calls from you and several messages.

One from Jimin caught his eye: "You're with me, but busy? Where the hell are you?"

Jungkook sighed, locking his phone.

Sneaking into the bedroom, he found you asleep, clutching your mobile in your hand. Your peaceful face and gentle grip on the phone made Jungkook chuckle. You must have been worried. His heart softened, he felt a pang of guilt for leaving abruptly.

But he refrained from pulling you close.

Slipping under the sheets, Jungkook rested his hands behind his head, gazing at the ceiling.

The urge to pull you close and kiss you was strong. But his lingering anger and desire for answers kept him still.

You stirred in your sleep, whispering without opening your eyes, "Where were you?"

"Working," Jungkook replied curtly, avoiding eye contact. "Go back to sleep. We'll talk tomorrow."

You settled back into slumber.

Jungkook turned his back to you, his mind racing. He contemplated your punishment if you didn't confess tomorrow. A sly smile spread across his face.

"You'll pay for keeping secrets from me," he thought, as he fell into the slumber.

Jungkook woke to an empty space beside him, the morning light illuminating your absence. He heard the sizzle of breakfast from the kitchen, signalling your early rise.

Freshening up, Jungkook joined you, his footsteps quiet on the tile floor. No greeting escaped his lips as he sat at the dining table. You had already poured him a glass of juice, and he picked it up, taking a sip.

You turned, startled, hand on your heart.

"Gosh, baby, you scared me!"

Usually, Jungkook would tease and laugh at this, but today he remained silent.

His eyes didn't meet yours.

He focused on the pancakes. He dug into the pancakes you had put in front of him, his hunger finally satisfied after last night's minimal dinner.

Seating on a chair opposite him, you greeted him with a nervous "Good morning, love." filling the silence.

Jungkook hummed, nodded, still avoiding eye contact.

"Jungkook?" you said, voice laced with concern.

His gaze snapped up.

You never called each other by name, especially when alone.

You looked nervous, fidgeting with your hands.

Jungkook's heart softened slightly, thinking maybe you'd confess.

Explain why you sought solo pleasure.

Without him.

Without his permission.

His eyes locked onto yours. Anticipation hung between you. The moment teetered.

Your nervous chuckle grated on Jungkook's ears. "Are-are you angry at me or something?"

Straightening his lips, he replied, "No, why? Should I be angry at you?"

His raised eyebrow, daring you to confess. The silence between you was palpable, heavy with unspoken words.

Your lips moved.

Jungkook's eyes locked onto yours, searching for any sign of guilt or explanation.

But your gaze darted away, avoiding his.

Biting your lips you shook your head, and said, "No," avoiding eye contact.

You missed Jungkook's fleeting disappointment. His jaw ticked. His expression turned neutral. You didn't notice the subtle change. Jungkook decided against confrontation. If you wouldn't confess, he wouldn't reveal his knowledge. Punishment would come, but not now. He'd maintain normalcy.

Finishing breakfast, Jungkook helped clean the table. At the sink, he took the dishes from you. "Let me." You didn't suspect a thing; Jungkook was always helpful.

Jungkook missed how you stopped at the kitchen exit, hesitating. Looking back at Jungkook's bent head, you thought, "I should tell him." But work beckoned. You pushed the thought away. Getting ready for office, and Jungkook followed suit.

At the main door, Jungkook pecked your lips.

"Goodbye, princess. See you in the evening."

You smiled, unaware of the unspoken tension. Only when you were apart did you realize: Jungkook hadn't said "I love you."

A hollow feeling settled in. Was everything okay? You pushed the doubt aside. Focus on work. You would confess him tonight. Tonight would bring clarity.

Or so you hoped.

Jungkook's troubled mind couldn't focus on dance moves, so he left his studio early, arriving home around 3 pm.

He swiftly changed into comfortable clothes, his thoughts still consumed by you.

At the bar, Jungkook poured whiskey over ice, the clink of glass a stark contrast to his turbulent emotions.

Sitting on the couch, he contemplated your punishment, scenarios unfolding in his mind.

As the whiskey warmed his chest, a sly smile spread across his face. A plan took shape. Finishing his drink, Jungkook rose, determination etched on his features.

In his bedroom, he gathered necessities for his plan.

Next stop: the home gym.

He tucked everything into a hidden drawer, ensuring secrecy.

The clock read almost 5 pm. Your return was imminent.

Jungkook shed his shirt, opting for gray sweatpants. He began working out with weights, sweat dripping as his intensity grew.

Each rep forged resolve. His mind focused on the impending confrontation.

The door would soon open.

Jungkook's grip on the weights tightened. 

You pulled into the driveway, surprised to see Jungkook's car already parked in the garage. After weeks of late nights, his early return thrilled you.

You envisioned a relaxing evening together. Stepping into the house, silence enveloped you.

No Jungkook in the kitchen or bedroom. Your curiosity piqued.

A faint grunting noise drifted from the home gym. Rolling your eyes, you smiled.

"Of course, Jungkook would spend any free time he have in the gym."

You headed toward the gym. The door was already open, revealing Jungkook's focused form.

Sweat-drenched, muscles tensed, he lifted weights with precision.

Your presence remained unnoticed.

His concentration was solely on his workout. Jungkook's eyes, fixed on his reflection

You leaned against the doorway, mesmerized by Jungkook's beauty. His intensity drew you in. Sitting on a bench, bicep curling weights, his muscles flexing. His thick thighs manspread in his gray sweats. His side profile faced you. Grunting, lips bitten, looking at his reflection, your eyes locked onto his sweat-glistened torso making your core tingle.

‘Gosh, how does he look so hot?’ you thought.

"Hey baby," you said, announcing your presence stepping inside the room.

Jungkook's gaze remained fixed on the mirror.

No response.

No acknowledgment.

Just: "You're back. Good. Get undressed."

His voice was low, commanding.

You froze, mid step.

Eyes wide.

"Huh?" you stuttered.

Jungkook repeated, voice firm:

"You heard me. Get naked. Don't make me repeat myself."

Still, no eye contact. Your mind reeled.

The weights clinked as Jungkook continued his workout.

His reflection showed a determined face.

Your heart pounded.

Uncertainty mixed with excitement. "Oh! Oohhh... So he's in that mood." You thought, a thrill running through your veins. You always loved it when Jungkook got like this - intense, commanding, and unstoppable. It’s not your first time to engage in such kind of erotic play.

Without hesitation, you started unbuttoning your shirt, your fingers trembling slightly. The sound of the weights and Jungkook's steady breathing filled the air, heightening the tension.

As you revealed your skin, inch by inch, Jungkook's focus remained on his workout. His determination was palpable, his muscles rippling beneath his sweat-drenched skin.

You couldn't help but admire him, his raw power and authority drawing you in. Your heart pounded faster, anticipation coursing through your veins.

The shirt slipped off your shoulders, pooling on the floor. You stood there, exposed, waiting for Jungkook's next command.

The Lat Pull Down Cable Machine creaked as Jungkook pulled the weight down, his biceps flexing. His eyes remained fixed on the mirror, his reflection a testament to his unwavering focus.

Your breath caught in your throat. What would he ask of you next? Would you be able to keep up with his demands?

The silence between you was electric, heavy with expectation. You knew that once you crossed this threshold, there would be no turning back.

Jungkook's voice cut through the tension, firm and unyielding: "Continue."

Jungkook's tone left no room for discussion.

The air was charged with anticipation.

Your eyes locked onto Jungkook, engrossed in his workout, his hair falling over his intense eyes. Your gaze lingered, sensing something different. But Jungkook's expression remained neutral.

Hands shaking, you wondered why. Unzipping and removing your skirt, you glanced up at Jungkook.

Panting, sweat-drenched hair, and body glistening with perspiration.

Your heart racing, chest heaving, cheeks flushing pink.

You reach behind you and unclasp your bra, removing it. Your nipples hardening in the cool air.

Jungkook continued his workout, unfazed.

Confusion crept in.

Standing near the counter, you cleared your throat.

Jungkook's gaze met yours through the mirror. He released the cable, weights thudding down.

You flinched.

"What part of 'get naked' didn't you understand?" he asked sternly.

His forearm rested on his thighs, eyes burning with intensity.

Mumbling apologies, you hastily hooked your thumbs in your panty’s waistband and pulled them down, finally removing everything.

Goosebumps spread across your skin under Jungkook's shameless gaze.

To avoid his intense stare, you bend down to gather your clothes.

But Jungkook stops you with a firm "let it be."

He instructs, "Get on the counter."

You look at the counter behind you, then back at Jungkook, stunned.

This is so unexpected.

With a huff, Jungkook gets up and strides towards you.

Your breath hitched as you shift nervously on your legs.

Standing before you, Jungkook towers over you.

"I said," he repeated, grasping your hips. He lifts you up and sets you on the counter. With a firm, ungentle touch. “Get, on the counter.” With a gruff voice. Unaccustomed to this rough handling, you gasped.

Jungkook's eyes blazed with determination.

Jungkook's towering figure loomed over you, lips whispering against yours.

You tilted your head, closing your eyes, anticipating a kiss.

Instead, Jungkook grabs you by knees and spreads your legs.

Gasping, your eyes snapped open.

He's shamelessly looking at your core.

You should be embarrassed at how wet you've become. Jungkook hasn't even touched you yet.

Your body trembled. Heart pounding.

Jungkook's grip remained firm. His next move hung in the balance.

Jungkook's gaze locked onto your core, shamelessly drinking in the sight.

Your embarrassment was palpable. Wetness betrayed your arousal.

Jungkook's eyes sparkled with knowledge. He stepped between your thighs, biting his lip.

"Ooh, princess, what do I do with you?" he whispered.

Tilting your head, you looked up at his face confused.

But Jungkook doesn't let you process.

His hands slid up and down your thighs, kneading. He trails wet kisses down your neck and across your collarbone, living marks. Your breath hitched, head falling back as you surrendered to the sensations Jungkook was creating. Your confusion was lost in the sensation.

His veiny hands roamed over your body, exploring every inch, his fingers tracing the curve of your waist, caressing up and down your spine, he groped your butt making you let out a throaty moan. Holding both of your breasts, his fingers pinched your nipples, rolling them between his fingers. Making you whine.

Jungkook's mouth claimed your left breast.

Rough, urgent.

You whimper and shudder at his behaviour. Jungkook's being so rough, yet you're getting wetter. Jungkook nibbles on your nipple, teeth grazing, lips sucking. You moan, arching your back, as Jungkook's rough ministrations sends shivers down your spine.

Running his hands down your thighs, your knees, your calf, he holds your ankles and hoists both of your leg’s heels on the edge of the counter. Moving his hands back to your core he stops sucking at your nipple. Jungkook's gaze drops to your core, and he growls.

"So wet...without even touching you."

Humming he spreads your vertical lips with both of his thumbs. You bite your bottom lip looking up at him waiting for him anticipating what he would do next. Jungkook runs his tattooed pointer finger in between your lips. Moving towards your entrance he gathers your wetness and rubs it on your clit.

"Fuck," you cursed, closing eyes.

Your hand instinctively grasped his shoulder.

He gently holds your wrist and removes your hand from his shoulder pinning it on the counter.

"Kook...baby..." you whisper, unsure what's gotten into him.

He doesn't respond, he looks at you. His mouth moving to your right breast, sucking your nipple while running his finger back in your pussy lips. His finger danced within. Smearing wetness, on your clit. Teasing.

He is touching you but not touching you to get you off. Your pleasure built.

Jungkook released your nipple with a pop, covered with his saliva & red marks. With a satisfied hum, he stands straight and retracts his hand away from your core. Your whine was met with silence.

Pulling a drawer open from beside your left leg. He fishes out a red rope. Your eyes widen in excitement, core pulsing.

Jungkook's gaze lingered on your face then down to your heaving chest. Unlooping the rope, he wrapped it around your waist.

Ok! You are way too confused. He has not discussed anything about this to you prior, like he usually does. No warning. In fact he hasn’t talked much to you. And he had definitely never tied a rope around your waist. You thought he was gonna tie your hands or legs or something.

Jungkook’s silence and unexpected actions left you bewildered.

Deciding to voice your confusion "Koo—" you began.

His finger on your lips silenced you.

"Shuuu..."

A gentle shake of his head. Expressions unreadable.

"It’s daddy, princess," he whispered.

You gulped and bite your lips to keep your mouth shut.

Letting him continue, your mind raced.

Looping the rope under your thighs, crisscrossing your pubic area. Making you unable to put your legs down.

Each twist heightened your anticipation.

Once done, Jungkook nodded, satisfied.

You glanced down, curious.

Jungkook's finger lifted your chin.

"Eyes on me," he commanded.

Jungkook's gaze held yours, his hand disappearing into the drawer beside the first one and fishes something out, you cannot see it. Too scared to look away.

The sound of a plug being inserted heightened your anticipation.

He watches at you one last time, his eyes burning with intensity. Breathing shallow. You feel something cold & stiff touched inside of your thigh; making you gasp.

With a sly smirk jungkook glides the object up nearing your core.

You feel before you hear a hum of a vibrator pressed on your pussy lips, sending shivers all over.

Jungkook moves the vibrator in between your pussy lips drenching it in your wetness. He moves it to your entrance teasing you. You moan, eyes threatening to close. Jungkook teased your entrance, then positions the vibrator onto your clit.

"Fucckkk!" you cursed, head thrown back.

Jungkook holds you roughly by your jaw, forcing you to look directly at him.

Commanding "Keep your eyes on me," gritting his teeth.

Half-lidded, you obeyed.

Vibrator buzzing, lips parting. Your hips move on their own. Jungkook looks down where the vibrator is pressed seeing your essence flowing down your ass.

He curses, eyes snapping back to your face contoured in pleasure. Biting your bottom lip, you are looking at him with half lidded eyes. He knows your high is near. He knows your body like the back of his hand. As you get closer you move your hand to hold him by his shoulders.

He growls “Keep your hands off of me.”

Your eyes open with a shock because of his tone. He is angry. You doubt if you read him wrong. Is this your punishment? Did you do something? You try to think with your fuzzy brain.

Your thoughts are wiped off as he puts a tattooed finger in you. “Oh my god, daddy.” He growls with satisfaction hearing you moan.

His lips roam your body, teasing and sucking your nipples, kissing your neck.

You're lost in the sensations, your mind foggy.

"Daddy, please..." you beg, unsure what you're asking for.

He pulls back, eyes blazing with intensity.

"Please what, princess?" he asks, voice low and husky.

You swallow hard, unsure how to respond.

He pulls his finger out of you, his other hand still holding the vibrator on your clit. His fingers brush against your folds, and you shudder.

"Daddy!" you cry out.

Holding the bottom lip with his upper teeth, he pushes two fingers inside you with force, making you gasp and moan and arch your back at sudden intrusion. Your hips bucking against Jungkook’s hand.

"You're so tight...and wet."

His face so close to you. You can feel his breath on your cheeks.

"Tell me, princess...why did you play with yourself?"

His voice is laced with a hidden edge. Observing you closely.

You freeze, realization dawning. Your eyes widen in shock.

He knows!

Lifting his eyebrows he says “Oh, yes I know.” With smirk.

"Oh, No. Da.Daddy...I—"

"Don't lie to me," he interrupts, eyes narrowing.

"I saw the toy."

Your face burns with shame.

"I'll tell you...later..." you stammer.

Jungkook's expression darkens.

"Now," he demands.

His fingers continue their sensual assault. Thrusting his fingers in and out of you with speed. Your wetness making them glide smoothly. Vibrator circling on your clit.

You're torn between pleasure and guilt.

"Please...Daddy..." you plead, voice trembling with desperation.

He leans in, lips inches from yours.

"Tell me," he whispers, watching your reaction closely.

You couldn’t even look at him because of guilt, averting your eyes. Sensing you won’t be answering him, He brings the said fingers out of your core drenched in your essence eliciting a whimper from you and brings them towards his mouth sucking at them moaning around his fingers.

Your fall back on the wall unable to hold much longer, clutching the edge of the counter with your hands desperately, you buck your hips on vibrator and urge “Please, daddy.” Your voice breathless and needy. You didn't even have to complete a sentence and yet he understood what you wanted. Looking down at your pussy picking some more of your essence to lick, he curtly says 

“Not yet.” 

Your body trembles, yearning for sweet release.

Jungkook flips the vibrator upside down and nestling it with in the crisscross pattern he made on your pubic, with ropes. It sits precariously above your clit, barely touching it, yet making it buzz with pleasure. Giving you not enough but still keeping you on edge. You gasp and look down at what he just did. You cannot grasp what just happened. Looking up at jungkook you ask “Daddy?”

Jungkook just smirks at you. Stepping back he looks at you up and down. Admiring his handiwork. Playing with his lip piercing.

He again puts his hand in the same drawer and fish out a remote control and holds it beside his face with tattooed hand and makes a show off flicking his wrist by clicking a button and the vibration on your clit intensifies, making you hiss.

He stands in front of you, crossing his hand over his broad chest. Smirking, looking at you shamelessly, and licking his lips, happy with his work.

Leaving the edge of the counter your hand extends towards him “Daddy.”

He doesn't say anything, tonguing his cheeks Jungkook keeps looking at you, you bring that hand towards your waist. He is quick to tell you to ‘keep your hands on the counter.’ You keep your hand back on edge of the counter dejectedly.

Leaving you there on the counter panting and on edge Jungkook goes back to his work out to complete his set. 

Jungkook continues to change the vibrator's speed, alternating between high and low, while simultaneously working out and repeatedly grunting as he lifts weights, his sweat-glistened Greek God physique on full display.

When you move your hand even an inch closer to your core from the counter, he orders you to “Hands on the counter.” and continues his work out looking at you. Usually he would enjoy a good music while his workout, but today, he will be enjoying your moans and suffering while doing his workout.

And you sit there writhing, watching your gorgeous boyfriend repeatedly grunting out as he lifts his weights, and it was the sexiest thing you could’ve ever witnessed. 

The light glow of sweat on him didn’t help at all, not to mention the huffs and puffs and tempting way he bit down on his lip as he continued his reps. His grey sweatpants still weren’t man spread friendly, and you now gained an all-exclusive view.  

You were growing more desperate by the second, his biceps repeatedly flexing, arms decorated with veins and tattoos that attractively ran down his skin as he worked out his already broad sweaty bare chest, Fuck he looks so hot and it’s not helping you when you are not allowed to touch or cum. Unfulfilled desire vibrates through your veins. You mewl because of it.

Jungkook looks at you through the mirror & asks “What's wrong princess?” As if he didn't put you through this misery.

You beg him “Please daddy. Aaah please mmh. s.so.oh.rry.. please, l.let me cum. I am ss..so close.” He gets annoyed by your constant pleading.  Abandoning the weights Jungkook gets up and comes towards you. 

Your heart races with eager expectations, thinking, now you will get what you want. But confusion decorates your face when instead of coming towards you, jungkook walks past you to the last drawer of the counter, he opens a drawer and pulls out a ball gag. Your eyes go big and jaw drops as you gasp. With a smirk jungkook walks to you and taking advantage of your surprise puts a gag on your open mouth and clasps it behind your head.

He steps back and gives you a once over and warns with a stern face “Whine more and I will double your punishment.” Unknowingly your thighs close to squeeze and Jungkook roughly pulls them apart.

“Keep your legs open princess, let me see that greedy pussy, I like the view while exercising.”

Walking back Jungkook sits on a bench & starts exercising again. Later he glances over, he watches you resting your head back on a wall, eyes closed, breathing heavy. Your desperation palpable. He extracts a remote from his pocket and adjusts the setting. The sensation intensifies.

Your muffled cries grow urgent. Your body stains, pleading for release. You couldn't stop your right hand moving towards your pussy when you heard him roar,

“Don't you fucking dare touch that pussy without my permission again. You did it yesterday and when I asked you in the morning, if you did anything to make me angry, you lied to me.”

He gets up & comes to you. Smirking Jungkook’s voice drops an octave a dark gleam in his eyes “You thought you could keep it a secret, didn’t you? Well, now you’ll pay the price.”

Your eyes widen. Your body trembling now with fear and embarrassment. Eyes tearing up in shame.

Jungkook’s eyes softens looking at your state. He cradles your face with his left hand and softly asks

“Oh princess, you should have come to me if you were that needy. You know I am always up to pleasure you. Do you not trust me now?”

A hint of sadness flickered in his gaze, a glimmer of distress, exposed the depth of his feelings.

You shake your head in no. And try to say through the gag “No daddy, I do trust you. Please forgive me. ‘m sorry.”

Shaking his head sideways “Sorry won't do princess you have been a bad girl, so you have to take your punishment. Now be a good girl & let me finish my workout. Ok?”

You sob "Please daddy."

Jungkook clicks his tongue "Patience princess just a few more minutes. If you behave and take your punishment I will give you everything you want."

You nod with teary eyes. Jungkook pets your head and goes back. He takes the plates of weight and putts them on the rod. He then proceeds to put that rod on his waist keeping his back on the bench and feet on the floor. He starts doing bridges looking straight at you.

You can’t help but remember all the times he had fucked you like this on your couch. You moan involuntarily. Your pussy clenching on nothing. Jungkook smirks and continues huffing and moaning purposefully. He knows what he is doing to you. Squeezing your eyes shut you throw your head back. Your legs trembling with need to cum. Frustrated arousal simmers down on below the surface. You can't look at him. Otherwise you are sure you would cum. He’s too fucking hot!

He barks “How many times do I have to remind you to keep your eyes on me princess?”

You look back at him with eyes filled with lust. Fuck! you look so hot & fucked out already.

The way you are behaving makes Jungkook’s chest puff up with pride. Boosts his ego to know watching him is making you hornier. He is going to lose his mind. He wants to fuck you so bad, but he also has to teach you a lesson.

He gets on the floor & starts doing push-ups keeping eyes locked on you. Looking at your flushed face, messy hairs, your heaving chest, your nipples, your contracting stomach, your weeping pussy - clenching on nothing, trembling thighs. Hands clenching the edge of a counter. Toes curled in. Hearing your moans, your whimpers, the way your eyes have tears flowing down your cheeks from desperation to cum. Your lips drooling saliva. “Fuck” He curse under his breath. He puts one knee on the floor and moves his hips like he is thrusting in you.

You again moan. Your legs threatening to close. Mumbling something behind the gag. Hips moving desperately to get the feel of the vibrator more on your clit.

He chuckles and comes up to you again. You see his sweaty body and a bulge evident in his sweats. Proof that it's affecting him just as much as you. Unknowingly you spread your legs for him as he gets closer to you.

Your sobs echo with desperate desire. “Daddy, pleeease.”

Jungkook decreases the speed of vibrator to the lowest, he wipes your drool bellow your bottom lip with his thumb and sucks on it. You stare at his lips with hooded eyes.

“Did watching me workout make you drool princess?”

You get embarrassed but still nod, staring at his chest, unable to look in his eyes.

He keeps his thumb & forefinger on your chin making you look up “Words princess.”

“Yes daddy.”

“Hmmm? Did it make you wanna cum just by looking at daddy?”

You whimper, a breathy yes leaving your lips and ball gag.

“You do?”

You shake your head in yes and say “Yes. Please daddy.”

Jungkook mocks you pouting “But you look so pretty like this.”

Tears of frustration stream down your face. Sobbing you say “Pleasepleaseplease daddy, ‘m sorry. Pleaseee” Hiccupping “let me cum.”

“Hmmm?” tilting his head jungkook asks “What do you want princess? You wanna cum on this vibrator? Or you want daddy to play with you?”

Immediately you say “YOU! Want you daddy.”

With a playful smirk and teasing tone, feigning deafness and raised eyebrow jungkook tilted his head, ear inclined,

“Hmm? What was that? What do you want? Speak up princess.”

You try harder to talk through the gag “I want you daddy. Want you to play with me.”

“Hmmm. See it wasn't that hard to ask daddy to play with you, now, was it?”

You shake your head. Messy hair moving along. Looking down ashamed you apologise for the nth time tonight. “Sorry daddy.”

Jungkook again pinches your chin to make you look up.

“Hey, never be ashamed to ask me what you want, alright?”

You nod “Yes daddy.”

Jungkook clicks off the vibrator pulling it out of rope from over your clit and puts it on a counter. He then unties and discards the rope on the floor. And removes the gag. He cups your face & kisses you on the lips tenderly. But moves away too fast for your liking. Making you chase his mouth.

Keeping his palm on just below your waist, jungkook moves away giving you space and says “Hop” gesturing with eyes to the floor.

You groan when you stretch your legs, then jump but stumble. Jungkook catches you and leads you towards the bench he was working on by keeping a hand on your lower back. You walk on wobbling legs towards the bench.

He makes you lie on the bench and kisses your forehead and enquires “You good?” you nod.

He captures your lips in a heated kiss, you while softly rubbing your arms & thighs making you relax a bit. Breaking the kiss he straightens one side of the bench to make you sit up. He straddles you.

Tapping your lips he says “Open” and when you do, he holds your jaw open with his fingers and pushes his cock in your mouth, ordering you “Don't close.”

You didn't even realize when he removed his pants.

Panting he instructs “Tongue out.”

You obey eagerly looking up at him. His smell enveloped you, masculine and enticing. His warmth lingered on your tongue. His precum beckoned. A subtle tang of salt and skin. With fluttering eyes, you savoured the taste.

A deep exhale, eyes closed, Jungkook’s face contorted in pleasure. His pent-up desire of you, finally unleashed. A low rumbling growl escaped his lips, as he savoured the moment. His muscles unwound. His chest heaved, lungs filling with air and a contented sigh leaves his lips.

Jungkook’s eyes locked onto yours, he guides you with slow, deliberate strokes, allowing you to adjust. With gentle yet firm hands he cradles your face, as he moves with increasing intensity, you surrender, trusting his dominance. His strokes deepens in your throat, fucking your mouth as if you are nothing but a fleshlight.

He knows your limits, and you’ve explored them together. You can take it. He knows it, he has trained you to take him deep and rough like this. Holding your face with both hands, with the bench pressed on the back of your head, you have nowhere to go, but take whatever he is giving you. He is fucking your throat so rough you gag on him and can’t help but close your mouth.

He snarls and pulls your mouth open with his thumb “Keep it open.”

God you love it when he gets so rough with you. You are rubbing your thighs and clenching your pussy walls on nothing. You are sure you're getting wetter and wetter with each thrust of his hips. He keeps thrusting, hitting the back of your throat. Holding you by hair. Hissing he throws his head back enjoying the warmth of our mouth. When he looks down, a silent check-in, you are already looking up at him, trusting, eyes filled with tears. Some tears streaming down your cheeks. Chin and chest wet with your saliva.

Jungkook can't help but moan “Fuck Princess, looking so gorgeous with my cock in your mouth baby. Crying over it. Drooling for it. Fuck!”

Mh..m.. You moan around his girth, sending vibrations and a shiver down Jungkook’s spine, making him twitch inside your throat. You whine & gag on him swallowing him as a result and he grunts. He pushes all the way in your throat, and holds, your nose touching his pubic.

“Fuck princess.” His grip on your hair tightened, his body bending forward with pleasure. He almost came.

You hum around him intensifying his pleasure. Jungkook pulls out of you and again roughly enters your throat holding the back of your head says “That's it choke on it.” cursing. Repeating the action a few times. You are gagging and crying. He pulls out and bends down holding your jaw and kisses you roughly. Humming. You are panting for air when he lets go.

“So good for me.”

You cough and sniffle as Jungkook's hands slides from your jaw to your neck, towards your shoulder till your fingers, he entangles them and moves your hands above you making you hold the bench and instructs you “Hold on.”

He push down the bench making you squeal in surprise. You almost lie down but your head side slightly tilted so you can see him. All this still kissing you. He is so used to these benches, having spent so many hours here making that jaw dropping body, he doesn't even have to look at the bench to adjust it.

Jungkook cups your face with both hands tilting his head he sucks on your lips. His tongue swipes over yours and you open up to give him access, jungkook pushes his tongue in your mouth, exploring your mouth, dominating the kiss. Licking inside your mouth he plays with your tongue, and sucks on your tongue making you moan, body squirming with need.

Breaking the kiss jungkook descends kissing your jaw, your neck, kneading your breasts with both hands, sucking nipples, giving shocks to your core. Jungkook kneels down. Your legs naturally falling open on both side of bench, spreading.

Jungkook groans looking at your core “Fuck princess you are drenched. Sucking me off got you this wet? What a whore! Making such a mess. Don't worry daddy will clean you up.”

With a flat of his tongue, he licks your inner thighs, smeared by your essence, coming up he licks your labia moaning “mmmhhhh.. so sweat.”

Your body trembled with pleasure, breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. Jungkook avoids your clit thinking you must be sensitive. Licking around your entrance, he enters your core with his tongue. Pushing it inside he starts fucking you with it. Curving his tongue trying to reach the depth of your vagina. Your legs shake as you cry in pleasure. Humming he moves up to suck your pussy lips. You almost move your hands to hold his hairs. The intensity in jungkook’s eyes when he looks up at you while sucking your pussy lips, makes your hand stop midway.

He growls, plopping his lips off of your pussy lips “Keep your hands up. You don't deserve to touch me yet.”

Neglecting your whines, he continues licking inside your pussy lips, flicking his tongue on your clit making you hiss. The touch so light, but it still gave you shocks. Spreading your pussy lips with his tattooed fingers he flats his tongue and laps at your clit up n down. You curse holding the bench tighter. You cry closing your eyes throwing your head back. Your legs automatically closes around his head. You are sensitive but the urge to come wins over and you buck your hips up to get his touch more. The way you are moaning, you can't even recognize your own voice. Jungkook circles your opening with two fingers making you whimper.

You beg to feel them inside “Please.” He listens this time and slides his fingers in your core with speed so slowly you get impatient. You again buck your hips to get more pleading “More daddy, please.”

Hooking his finger inside he moves them in come hear motion while sucking on your clit, making your legs shake, sparks flying. You cried “Dadddyyyy”

“Cum.”

The dam bursts, resistance shattered. Curses tumble from your lips, Uninhibited, raw, and primal.

Your hips buck wildly, shameless abandon, seeking release.

Your stomach clenches, muscles contract, Body goes rigid, your back arching in ecstasy. Throwing your head back, you exposed your throat, tears stream down your eyes, a river of pleasure.

Intense sensation overwhelms you. Your climax explodes.

A shuddering, soul-deep release. Warm fluid gushes out of you, squirting, your essence splashes everywhere, Jungkook's face remains buried, drinking in your ecstasy.

His other hand grasp your hips, holding tight, helping you ride the wave.

Jungkook's eyes blaze with primal intensity, Growling, his desire unleashed. He comes up with a sharp inhale, his lips curl, teeth sinking in his bottom lip, Fingers plunge deeper, harder, and faster, at a furious rhythm. He drives you higher, relentlessly, prolonging your ecstasy.

You fall down on the bench Spent, entwined, and sated.

Whining you push at his hand. Jungkook stops as if he came out of trance, Jungkook's gaze locks onto yours, hunger burning in his eyes.

Eyes closed, you try to swallow. Breathing uneven. Still flinching and shaking with the aftershocks of your high. Whimpering.

Jungkook couldn’t help but think ‘Fuck! The things he wants to do to you.’

Still kneeling on the floor beside bench, Jungkook’s passion-saturated gaze lingers, allowing you a moment’s respite. His chest heaves, restraint evident, patience wearing thin, and his desire to feel you engulf him intensifying. He craves the warmth of your embrace to feel you envelop him, snugly. But he waits.

His erection pulses with urgency, throbbing veins, swollen with desire. He wraps his hand around the base, Fingers closing like a vice. A gentle squeeze at the base of his dick, his breath catches, a sharp inhale, as he struggles to contain his passion.

Your eyelids flutter open, gazing down at Jungkook's intense face. His eyes blaze with fervent desire, melting your heart, and stirring passion.

You moisten your lips, invitingly, hands reaching out, beckoning him closer. Your voice, husky and barely audible, calls out to him, longing to reconnect.

Jungkook springs upright, grasping your hand, supportive and gentle, yet electrified.

Fingers cradle your face, thumbs tracing. Concern etched on his features. "You okay?"

You nod, affirming your readiness,

"Can you take me?" he asks, seeking, confirmation of your consent.

"Yes, daddy," you whisper with a soft smile, conviction, yearning to surrender to his love.

"Wanna feel you so bad," you confess honestly, hearts beating faster.

Jungkook's eyes flash with excitement, face lights up with a radiant smile, warmth spreading, as he grasps under your knees. He pulls you in, gentle yet firm,

Unprepared for the sudden movement, your squeal of surprise echoes, delightfully making him laugh with you.

Jungkook seamlessly adjusts, hands push your thighs around him, commanding silently, your legs wrap around his waist, naturally. Locking ankles behind him, secure, Pulling you up by wrapping his hands around your waist, your bodies entwined.

With effortless strength, he turns, cradling you, protective and caring. Gently, he lowers you to the matted floor,

You lie there, surrounded by his presence, anticipating the intimacy to come.

Jungkook's eyes never leave yours, connection palpable, love shining bright.

Jungkook's hardness presses against your core in his heist making you both hiss and moan.

Your hands grasp his shoulders, anchoring yourself.

Jungkook's hand envelops both of yours, pinning them above your head with one hand, a gentle restraint.

You pout, playfully in resistance.

Jungkook's smile, a sly, sensual reply.

“Bite my arm, if its too much, because I’m not gonna hold back.” Jungkook drops as he whispers against your ear. His warning sends shivers down your spine. With a deep breath, you nod, granting permission.

Going between your bodies he guides his length, teasing your entrance, rubbing it in your essence making you moan.

Jungkook's gaze locks onto yours, burning. Baring his teeth, with one swift motion, he plunges, halfway in, stretching you.

Your head tilts back, lost in sensation.

He withdraws, then drives deeper, fully sheathed into your core.

Jungkook growls, a primal, pleased sound of finally being inside you. Your warm, wet walls envelop him, a haven of bliss, finally he stakes his loving claim.

“Fuck daddy”

Jungkook hums “I know baby.”

Jungkook grants you a brief moment, allowing your body to adjust.

Slowly, he begins circling his hips, stretching you.

Your moans escalate, hips bucking upward, craving more.

Jungkook's gaze holds yours, intense focus, witnessing your pleasure, fuelling his own.

He pulls back, then thrusts again, watching your face contort in delight.

Repeatedly, he drives into you, building rhythm, his speed increases and intensity of his stokes grows.

Your cries, music to his ears.

With each stroke, your pleasurable cries and moans grows. Each thrust sending waves of pleasure though both of you.

Jungkook's eyes burn brighter, desire raging, your pleasure, his ultimate goal.

Every thrust, bringing you closer to your sensual bliss.

"Mhhhmmm... Feel me inside you, baby?"

Jungkook's husky voice resonates, vibrations sending shivers down your spine.

"You feel how deep I am? How good I stretch you?" he grinds his hips on you to emphasis.

His words weave a spell of sensual delight, heightening your sense and pleasure.

"God! Yes, daddy. You feel so good. So big." Your nails dig into your palm wanting to feel him.

Your whispered confession ignites Jungkook's passion. Tattooed fingers encircle your neck, gentle yet firm, possessive and sweet. 

His thrusts intensify, deep and unrelenting, unhinged passion unfolding, primal and free. Your hips meeting each thrust with increasing urgency.

“Harder daddy” you gasp.

Jungkook obligated, increasing his pace, his movements becoming more urgent and desperate.

As you felt the pleasure built, your muscles clench around his cock, groans escape Jungkook’s lips, a guttural sound.

You turn your face into your arm hiding, trying to muffle your moans.

"Why hide this from me?" he growls,

Resentment simmering, emotions raw, longing to hear you.

"Look at me," he demands, urgent, eyes locking.

"Let me see your pleasure," he whispers, hungrily devouring each expression.

Your release nears.

Jungkook senses, by your clenching muscles, escalating cries, mouth open, legs lock around him tighter, drawing him deeper, your face contorts in ecstasy.

Suddenly memories intrude his mind, unbidden and vivid, you, self-pleasuring secretly. Hiding from him.

Jungkook's anger reignites, possessiveness and jealousy fuels his actions, pulling out, Jungkook grasps your arm, pulling you up. With authority and dominance in his movements, he guides you to the bench, now his seat,

"Straddle me," he commands, low and husky,

Eyes burning with intensity and desire.

You obey, legs parting, you settle around him,

He holds his cock, offering it to you, invitation to reclaim lost intimacy.

Holding you by the side of your hips "Ride me," he growls, urgency in his voice, to hurry your slow imbalanced movements. Longing to reconnect.

You sit on his cock, feeling it stretch your walls again, you move your hips, resuming previous rhythm,

Jungkook's passion intensifies, guiding your movements, helping you bounce on his cock.

His hands travels up to your jiggling breasts kneading the flesh with both hands, his fingers pinch your nipples, he moves forward to take one in his mouth to suck on it moaning around it. He fucking loves your tits and he loves the fact that you have such sensitive nipples.

You mule by the sensations. “Please daddy, want more.”

Looking up at your face he slaps your ass “Show me.” He commands.

You look down. Before you could speak, he continues “Show me how you made yourself cum yesterday.”

You confess, "I can't, daddy, please help." Grinding on him, trying to reach your high.

His frustration grows, “Why? You were able to do it yesterday! You didn't need my help then, Right? So I won't help you now. Now, prove it," he challenges, his anger simmering. “Common show me how you made that slutty cunt cum.” he demands, testing your limits.

You shake your head, tears welling, "No, daddy, I didn't." your hips slow down, you didn’t realise.

Jungkook's face darkens, slapping your ass, he hisses, "Don't you fucking lie to me, Y/N."

He recalls the evidence, his voice stern, "I saw signs of your pleasure. I smelled your cum on that toy. You think I don’t know how your pussy smells?”

His vulgar language sends a surge of heat to your face with embarrassment turning your flushed cheeks crimson.

You explain, trembling, "No daddy, I promise, I didn’t cum. I was interrupted by a work call."

Jungkook's anger simmers, "But you were on the brink, weren't you?"

Your silence confirms his suspicions.

He holds you by your cheeks with his fingers firmly, making your lips form a pout, his eyes commanding, “Common now, don't waste my time. Show me, how you dared to pleasure yourself without my permission.” His gaze pierces, accusation sharp.

His voice cracks with displeasure. “Or you want me to bring you that toy? Since my cock is not enough to pleasure you. My love wasn’t enough? You needed more?” Jungkook asks shaking his head, anger and hurt mix in his tone.

Your hips completely halts, realising the depth of his hurt. Tears well up in your eyes as you shake your head, "No, daddy, want only you, please."

You reach to hold his face in your small hands gently, trying to kiss him, seeking forgiveness and show him how much you need him. Only him.

Jungkook's sudden grip on your hair halts you, pulling you back by them, cranning your neck, guiding your hands away with his other hand. His face hardens, voice firm, “You should have thought about it before touching this pussy without my permission. If you want me to forgive you then make yourself cum on my cock.” he advises, holding your both hands behind you. His furious eyes locked on yours. “You wanna be my cumslut so bad?  Prove it.” 

You tremble, desire and longing evident.

Jungkook waits, tonguing his cheeks, he just seats their waiting for you. His patience a silent prompt.

Your legs quiver, you have been jumping on his cock for so long already.

The air thickens with anticipation. You adjust your position, seeking optimal connection.

Aligning your body with Jungkook's, adjusting yourself so that his cock would rub against your G-spot and your clit would rub against his pelvic, sparking electric sensations all over your body.

You start grinding your hips against him, moving your hips in forward and back in circular motion, tightening your inner walls against him. Your breast sway and your nipples rub against his chest. Puffs of your breathing fanning on his face. Your messy hair swaying sensually with your movements, tickling his arms. Your cries of pleasure fuelling his desire to fuck you. Gritting his teeth, he resists the urge to move.

To prove yourself, you will do anything. You need only him, nothing else matters.

You push yourself against the pain in your legs, fucking him in fervent, chasing after your release.

Your thighs tremble, moans escalating, inner walls tightening, you still keep your half lidded gaze on him not wanting to upset him anymore.

He recognizes the signs, "You're close, baby."

"Let go," he encourages, "Cum on my cock."

Your pleasure builds, you moans increasing with each thrust of your hips.

Jungkook promises, "Once you cum, I'll show you."

"What you've been missing by playing with that cunt alone by yourself." he whispers into your ear, “I’ll teach you to crave only me.”

Your body shuddered. His promise ignites a flame within. Your heart races, anticipating the unknown. The tension builds, and your body responds. The band snaps, releasing a torrent of pleasure. For the second time tonight, you surrender to ecstasy.

Screaming you cum around his cock, moaning his name, your voice raw and filled with ecstasy. Your essence pooling at his base, flowing down on his balls. Your head falls on his shoulders.

Jungkook’s eyes darkens with desire, he lets go of your hands, grabbing you by your hips, pulling you even closer, deeper, unable to hold back any longer, he thrusts up fucking into you, sending sparks of pleasure through you, helping you ride your high. Cursing at the feeling of your wetness, your pussy walls clenching around him in a vice grip. Jungkook’s body tenses, his muscles staining as he battles to hold back his release. Every fibre of his being screams for surrender, yet, he delays his pleasure, savouring the moment.

As the wave of ecstasy subside, jungkook envelops you in a gentle embrace, lovingly holding you close to him. Your limp body relaxes into his warmth.

“Good girl.” He whispers, his voice dripping with affection. “Such a good girl. My pretty pretty baby.” brushing your hair back.

His lips graze your face, neck and shoulder, leaving trails of tender kisses. His hands cradle your back, and soothing your trembling thighs.

“You did so well baby.” He murmurs.

As Jungkook's praise fades, desire consumes him, his eyes burn with renewed need. His touch ignites a fire within. “Now,” he growls, “I need you.” With a swift motion, sweeps you up by the hips, lifting you effortlessly. Your squeal of surprise fills the air as he sets you down on the matted floor.

He flips you onto your stomach, his hands guiding your hips. Your face presses against the floor, his weight pinning you down.

A sharp slap on your ass makes you gasp. "Fuck! This ass" Jungkook growls, his voice husky with desire.

Another spank follows, sending shivers through your body.

In one swift motion, he pushes into you, filling you completely. Setting a furious pace. You cried out, body arched, the intensity takes your breath away.

Jungkook claims you, his passion unleashes unrestrained, wild and untamed. He holds your hips in the air, grip possessive and strong. His movements deep and steady, hitting your sweet spot with every thrust. Your body yields to his primal desire. Each thrust ignites a fire within.

His caresses turn more insistent, demanding. His grip on your hips tightens, surely leaving marks. Jungkook's thrusts send ripples through your ass cheeks, driving him wild. His balls slapping against your clit with each snap of his hips, making you wetter, and cry in pleasure. You were completely at his mercy, every nerve ending alight with pleasure and overwhelming bliss.

He throws his head back, eyes locked on the mirrored wall.

The reflection reveals your entwined figures, lost in passion.

"Look," he growls, grasping your hair, pulling you up.

His gaze burns into yours. "See how good I make you feel?"

Your eyes meet in the mirror, the connection electric.

His hand claims your neck, possessive yet gentle, pulling you back.

Your body surrenders, your back arcs, as it meets his chest. Head resting on his shoulder.

His tattooed hand trails down, His fingers dance across your skin, seeking sensitive spots. Electric sparks fly where his touch meets your skin. He dips  ring and middle fingers in between your legs, between your pussy lips, feeling your wetness, he drags them up onto your clit.

His touch sends shivers through your body.

Jungkook senses your impending climax and asks,

“Does your toy makes you feel like this?” thrusting hard he continues,

“Can your toy make you cum hard like I do?”

Jungkook's breath caresses your ear, sending shivers. Your senses ignite, nerve endings tingling.

You try to shake your head, struggling to speak through his grip on your neck.

"N-no...only you, Daddy," you whisper.

Jungkook’s growl deepened, his thrusts growing even more fervent. "That's right, baby. Only me." He hissed

His voice is low, husky, and full of emotion.

"Only I can make you feel this way."

“Only I get to pleasure you like this.”

Jungkook’s voice was a deep rumble, eyes blazing with intensity, His touch possessive.

"Your pleasure is mine," Jungkook growls, his movements intensifying.

“You're mine, completely. Mine alone," Jungkook rasped.

“Your pleasure belongs to me. You're mine, body and soul.” Voice rough and possessive.

Your senses soar, body trembling, on fire.

His possessiveness ignites your passion.

"Yess, Fuck! Yes Daddy," your voice breaking with need,

Jungkook's intensity ignites, fuelled by your response.

“Fuck” Jungkook curses, his hips moving at an animalistic pace. His hold on your neck tightening, his fingers moving in fast circles on your clit, his mouth moved to your neck, your shoulder, your back, sucking and biting until the skin was filled with his marks.

You scream “Daddy, gonna cum.” Seeking permission.

"Hold it" he whispers, his eyes locked on yours.

You cry out, nails digging into his arms.

Your body yearns for release. Your only coherent thought the overwhelming desire.

"Please, Please, Please Daddyyy," you beg, eyes squeezed shut, tears streaming down your cheeks.

Jungkook's grip on your neck tightens, his fingers pressing into your skin, the room is filled with the sounds of your joined pleasure-moans, skin slapping on skin, gasps and the slick sounds of your pussy. Jungkook pounds into you with a relentless, almost feral intensity.

Shaking you he growls, "Open your eyes," his breath hot against your ear. "Look how I make you cum around me."

You comply, gasping, your lids fluttering open.

In the mirror, your reflection reveals flushed skin and parted lips, face twisted in pleasure, his hand on your neck, other in between your legs, your body covered in marks given by him, his intense, lustful gaze on you. It’s too much, everything is too much. You feel him everywhere.

"Oh my God" you wail, awestruck.

Jungkook's smirk reflects in the mirror, his eyes burning with desire. His thrusts hard and relentless, driven by the primal urge.

Jungkook squeezes his fingers around your neck tighter making it hard for you to breath, increasing your pleasure. Your walls clench on him, you teeter on the edge of your high. Jungkook thrusts become almost frantic, his body driven by urge to cum.

Your vision blurs and darkens, eyes almost going cross.

"Cum," he growls with low voice, his urgency palpable. "Cum with me."

Your eyes lock on him, the connection electric.

Your back arches, head tilting, your nails digging into his arms, mouth going slack, as waves of pleasure crash over you.

Your body trembles, shudders, surrendering to the storm. Jungkook's passion fuels yours, you lose control, Lost in the torrent of pleasure. White light exploding behind your closed eyes.

Jungkook's grip eases, intensifying your climax.

You cries of pleasure grow louder, voice croaked because of the intensity of euphoria. Your body trembles, barely holding on.

Together, you both reach the pinnacle.

Jungkook's body shudders, his muscles tensing, his thrusts become more erratic, each one deeper and more forceful than the last, with final powerful thrust Jungkook roared releasing his seed filling your insides with warmth, his cock vibrates inside you, painting your wall white.

You follow him over the edge, squeezing tight. Your walls clench, milking every drop of Jungkook’s seed. Your release streaming down on the floor.

Blacking out you collapse, overwhelmed by the intensity of sensations crashing over you.

Jungkook swiftly wraps his arms around your waist, supporting you.

He gently turns you both onto your sides, lowering himself to the floor.

As Jungkook’s breathing slows, he gently withdraws, and your shared release follows making him groan at the sight.

Jungkook's arms envelop you, holding you close. His chest pressed against your back, holding you snug. Your bodies tremble, breathing shallow, entwined in ecstasy. His cock still deep buried in you, he showers your neck with tender kisses.

Praising you, saying sweet nothings in your ear, caressing your body, his touch soothing and gentle helping you ease through the aftershocks of your intense pleasure, professing his love for you. Safe in his arms.

He gazes at you, his eyes filled with Love and adoration.

You drift, lost in a haze of bliss.

Vaguely, you recall:

Jungkook scooping you up, cradling you bridal-style.

A warm bathroom, gentle cleansing, fragile sensations, soothing touches & kisses, sweet praises.

Next, you're nestled in bed, surrounded by comfort. Jungkook's arms envelop you, a haven of warmth. Jungkook's chest cradles your face, holding you close, his heartbeat soothing. Your heartbeat synchronizes with his, a soothing rhythm.

Soft kisses rain down.

"I love you," he whispers, reverence in his tone.

"You're amazing, baby. So good to me."

His words weave a tapestry of devotion.

Together, you both surrender to sleep's sweet embrace.

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Don't you dare

Summary:  You are overly busty compared to other girls in your school and you are embarrassed about it. You are upset because some girls talk about it and laugh at you behind your back. You heard it. You cry about it saying you hate your breasts. But what happens when you boyfriend Yoongi finds about it?

Pairing: Embarrassed of her boobs Sub! Reader X dom! Yoongi

Genere: smut. 

Warnings: explicit language, non con but they are in relationship, oral sex (m,f), biting, marking, mean dom! bf Yoongi, angry Yoongi, embarrassed sub! gf Reader, punishment, nipple play, tit slapping, rough, bondage using hands, hair pulling, dirty talk, unprotected sex (don't be stupid it's a fic), aftercare.

word count: 3k

A/N: I don’t know what I wrote. I was desperate and wrote this filth. It’s very rough and non-consent as they are already in a relationship. If you don’t like this kinds fics please leave now. Also I wanted to post this on Yoongi’s birthday but couldn’t. So here goes nothing. Also comments and reblogs are appreciated.

You are overly busty compared to other girls in your school. And you are embarrassed about it. You are upset because some girls talk about it and laugh at you, behind your back. You heard it. And it’s not the first time you have heard someone talk about you that way. You have been sad from that moment. Yoongi, your boyfriend, has been asking you what’s wrong all day. But you avoid him saying “it’s nothing.” You leave immediately after college without meeting your boyfriend or talking to him.

After college is over Yoongi messages you as you left without him and forces you to tell him what’s wrong. That’s when you tell him that you heard some girls making fun of you because you have huge breasts. And you hate your breasts.

But you don't get a reply on it. So you think Yoongi probably thinks the same too. You are crying & cursing why you have such huge boobs. That’s when you hear a doorbell. You quickly wipe your tears and go and open the door. There you see a very angry Yoongi. One hand on your door frame other on the side of his hips, head hung low and panting as if he had run here. Tonguing his cheeks Yoongi looks up through his eyes only & they are very intimidating.

You stutter “Y-Yoongi? What are you doin-“

But you are cut off by him when he rushes inside your house. He closes the door and turns towards you. He is fuming. You get scared & while stepping back from him you ask “What’s wrong?”

That's what snaps him out. He puts his hand around your waist and another on your shoulders and turns and pins you on the nearest wall as he roars “What’s wrong? What’s wrong you ask me?” You are shocked, your eyes go wide as your breathing starts to turn heavy. You don’t dare say anything. You couldn’t even if you wanted to.

Yoongi roughly holds your left boob & says “this is what you don’t like? This right here” Squeezing your other boob “which drives me crazy every time I see them?” You wail because of his roughness. Yoongi uses his both hands to squeeze both of your breasts & says with a deep voice “Well let me show you how much I love them.” He roughly pulls your t-shirt up revealing your maroon colour bra clad boobs. An Involuntary curse leaves his mouth.

You cover yourself and yell "Yoongi" Yoongi holds both your wrists & pins them near your head. And says " Don't you fucking move your hands." you freeze on the spot.

Yoongi holds your brests up with both hands making your cleavage more prominent. Looking at your boobs kneading them he says “You have no idea how much boys go crazy when they see you. They wait by the stairs when you pass, just to see you walk & your boobs jiggle.” Yoongi roughly pulls both your bra cups down making your boobs spill out of your bra and you gasp. Licking his lips Yoongi continue “Girls get jealous because of that. They want to have what you have. You don't know how much boys get off on the thought of your boobs. I know. I have heard them so many times that I forgot the count.” Yoongi takes off your t-shirt & next goes your bra. He starts to squeeze your breasts very roughly now. More like to hurt you. You whimper because of pain. He looks up at you with a sinister smile and says “But you don’t like them right? So you don’t mind me torturing them.” Words are stuck in your mouth. Yoongi takes one nipple in his mouth & sucks roughly while pinching the other nipple & pulling it out making you moan. He does the same to other nipple. Sucking them, flicking and nibbling your nipples.

Pulling nipple with his teeth Yoongi looks up at you with his expression more of a devil, he smirks. Yoongi steps back and pulls you by pinching your both nipples. Whimpering you walk where he is leading you through your nipples. You feel embarrassed turning your already flushed skin, crimson. He sits on the back of the couch. Making you stand in front of him as he keeps his thighs between your legs. You try to say something but only end up saying his name. “Y-Yoongi”

He doesn't give attention to you but looking at your boobs says “I can make you come just by your boobs without even touching your pussy.” You bite your lower lip but fail to stop your moans as he starts torturing your boobs even more. He bends and rubs his flat tongue on your right tit, he bits it rather harshly and pulls it with his teeth. You scream a little. You hold Yoongi by his hairs to pull him away from your boobs. But he quickly holds both your wrists and pins them behind you with his left hand. He looks up at you, anger still evident in his eyes. With furrowed eyebrows Yoongi asks “Why are you stopping me now? You don’t like them right? These boobs which I love so much mean nothing to you right?” Squeezing it roughly again. You only manage to say “Yoonuunngghh” Yoongi slaps your left boob with his right hand. “Huh? Answer me.” You only cry “Yoongi please.” He slaps both of your breasts hard for a few times. On the side, on top of them. When they are red enough for him, he starts to bite your nipples. You try to get away from him. But he is holding you firm. And says “Stop fighting me & stay still. and take it like a good slut.” You try to say something but only whimpers & moans and sweet pleasure cries come out of your mouth. Yoongi keeps sucking your nipples and skin around it and covers them in hickeys. Yoongi starts to squeeze & suck them alternatively. You can’t help but squeeze your legs together but Yoongi’s thigh is stopping you. You throw your head back cursing, moaning, and panting. You don’t notice your hips moving above Yoongi’s thighs. You are very close to your high. Your pussy clenching & unclenching on nothing. Yoongi looks up at you and mocks you. “Look at you. You're gonna cum because I played with these boobs which you hate so much?” Yoongi spits the word hate. He slaps your left boob “huh?” You cry in pleasure “Please Yoongi, yes.”

“What? you wanna cum now?”

“Yes please Yoongi let me cum”

You look down at him panting with glassed eyes. Cheeks red. Streaks of tears are still evident on them. You didn’t even know you were crying. Flushed skin. Your boobs are red & covered in blotches of red & purple hickeys and Yoongi's finger prints. You look so fucked out. Yoongi growls, squeezing your boobs together and sucking both of them vigorously. “Then cum bitch.”

“Fuck fuck fuck Yoongiiii, ohh god” Cursing you cum in your panties. Without him touching your pussy. Just like he said. Yoongi keeps sucking and biting and squeezing until you calm down from your high. He let go of your hands and you fall in his arms.

Yoongi gives you a few seconds to recover. Yoongi pushes a few strands of your hair away from your face behind your ears, holding back of your head, he thread fingers in your hair and another hand holding you by your waist he says “m not done with you..” You gasp & turn your head to look at him.

He pushes you by your shoulders “On your knees.” And you obey without any argument. You look up at him licking your lips. Removing his belt & jeans button Yoongi says “You will love them by the time I am done with them.” Yoongi pushes his jeans down followed by his black boxers. Yoongi jerks his dick slowly while looking at you. “You see this.” Sighing. ”You see what your boobs do to me? You haven't even touched me & I am this hard.” Yoongi grunts in pleasure of finally feeling some friction on his cock.

With his left hand palm up he holds your face, fingers on both of your cheeks making your lips pout. He taps his dick on your lips & says “Open.” You could feel his pre-cum wetting your lips. You are so tranced by him you open your mouth parting your lips without any obligations. Yoongi push his dick in your mouth and you immediately wrap your lips around his dickhead making Yoongi moan from feeling the warmth of your mouth, throwing his head back Yoongi curse “fuck.” He looks down at you and thrust his hips fucking your mouth at a slow pace. He holds you with your hair, says “common make it nice & wet for me.” Gritting his teeth. You moan around his dick sucking harder, taking him more in the back of your throat. He is moaning “aahh fuck just like that.” You close your eyes to enjoy the feeling of his hard cock in your mouth.

But he removes it abruptly from your mouth, ignoring your whines of displeasure, yoongi holds you by your arm and pulls you up and moves you towards the front of your couch. Yoongi pushes you on the couch making you lay on your back. You look up at him with surprise. Curious eyes go wide. But you don’t dare to say anything. He removes his pants and boxers fully. And straddle you on your stomach. He spits in between your boobs, the action makes you moan. He looks up at you and smirks “Look at you getting turned on by me humiliating your boobs which you hate so much.” You don't say anything. He jerks his wet dick in his saliva in your valley. He squeezes both of your boobs on his dick & starts thrusting it. You moan with him, Yoongi throws his head back fucking your boobs moaning “fuck so soft.” You don't know why but it’s turning you on with the thought that he is using your boobs to get himself off. You squeeze your boobs over Yoongi’s hands. He looks down at you smirking, Yoongi lets go of your boobs & says “Hold them up nice & tight for me.” Yoongi starts pinching & rolling your nipples between his thumb & pointer finger, while thrusting between your boobs. He stops in between and says “Spit on it.” You gather the saliva in your mouth and spit in your cleavage. You both moan. You stick out your tongue and lick his dick head every time it emerges from your cleavage. He is moaning above you looking down at you with half lidded dark eyes filled with lust. You are squeezing your thighs together but it’s not enough. More you want more. Finally you tell him.

“Please Yoongi, please I need you” Yoongi just chuckles. “What do you need slut?” your heart keeps jumping hearing him say such degrading names for you and you love it. You say “Please need you inside me.” Yoongi let go of your nipples and scrambles down your body. He removes your shorts. Your panties are drenched in your juices. He rubs his finger on your slit lightly. You push your hips up to get more friction begging “Please.” He removes your panties & bends down on his knees on the couch. He spreads your legs & looks closely at your pussy. “Fuck look at you. You are dripping. Is it because I played with your body part which you hate the most?” You don’t say anything. Pulling yourself on one elbow you look down at him watching Yoongi lick your juices off from insides of your thighs. He moans with the taste. You bite your bottom lip to muffle your moaning. Yoongi keeps licking around your pussy, in the slit between your pussy lips. But not touching you where you need him the most. He kisses your clit purring. It vibrates through your body. But it’s not enough. You want him inside. You beg him “Please Yoongi.” He looks up at you & with mock innocent expressions and with a pout asks you “What do you want baby?” Frustratingly you say “Please I want you inside me. Your tongue, your finger, your cock. Anything. Please, I want you to fuck me so bad. Please Yoongi.” You pull him by his hairs to where you want him. He shakes his head & get out of your hold & say “Only when u say what I want to hear from you.” and starts licking around your hole.

You throw your head back on couch. “Fuck ugghh Yoongi” He slaps your pussy making you jump because of it's impact. Yoongi says ”Common I don’t have all day.” You don’t know what he wants. But you try “I love you Yoongi” he moves his head in 'no' on your clit & say “uhuh.” You try different phrases which you know he likes, but no, nothing works.

Tears gather in your eyes falling back on couch, pulling your hair, you ask "Fuck Yoongi, what do you want me to say?

Yoongi flicks your clit with his tongue while his finger circles your opening as he says "You already know what I want baby, common you are my smart girl."

"Then it hits you. You pull yourself on the elbow & look down at him. He is already looking up at you. Looking at his eyes you say “I love my boobs so much Yoongi. I love my body & I love myself.”

Yoongi stops licking. His expressions change from happiness to hunger. He quickly comes up & kisses you roughly open mouth sucking on your tongue. You moan into his mouth testing yourself on him. He breaks the kiss & holds your face by fingers on your cheeks & says “Don’t you ever forget that, you understand?” You nod. Yoongi gives you a look of displeasure, by tonguing his cheeks. But quickly you know he wants words. So you say “Yes I understand.” He rubs his cock on your pussy juices looking at you and says “Say it again.”

You repeat “I love my boobs” That’s when his dick head enters you. Uuhhh moaning you throw your head back panting. Yoongi asks you to continue.

“I love m-ah-y body.” Yoongi keeps pushing his cock in you staring at your face for any signs of pain. Half of his dick is in you. “You are doing so good love. Keep saying it.”

“mmmhhh I..I aahh l-love myse-eehh-lf.” Yoongi roughly bottoms out.

Making you yelp on your last word. He is balls deep in you. Both of you are breathing heavily.

With a hoarse voice he says “Again.”

So you repeat. “I love my b-boobs. I love aahh love my body. Fuckk. Yoongi. I love mys-self.”

Yoongi starts thrusting in you fast “Fuck, keep repeating” grunting. Getting off on the way you are loving yourself. Getting off on seeing your confidence in yourself. Yoongi puts his head in the crock of your neck kissing. Biting. Sucking hickeys. You keep repeating between your moans. Yoongi starts squeezing your boobs and kissing the tops of them. You hold your boobs up for him to suck. “Suck my boobs Yoongi.” Yoongi smiles at you and does it happily. Your nipples are too sensitive, sending current to your pussy.

“Fuck m gonna cum Yoongi. i'm gonna cum.” Yoongi looks up at you “Cum angel. Cum for me.” His right hand goes down to circle your clit. That’s what you needed. with few of his fast circles on your clit paired with his rough thrusts and his lips sucking on your nipple, you cum shaking. He looks at you praising you “Good girl. Such a good girl. My sweet, beautiful confident girl. " Thrusting with each word. Yoongi lets you ride your high and asks "Where do you want me to cum baby?” You look up at him and say “on my boobs. Cum on my boobs Yoongi. Paint them with your love.” Yoongi smiles at you lovingly and pecks your lips gently. He pulls out of you and straddles you again. He jerks his dick with one hand using your wetness, while squeezing your boobs with the other hand. You purposely jiggle your boobs for him making Yoongi curse “Fuck” throwing his head back. “Fuck baby” looking down at your boobs, he rubs your nipples with his dick head. Yoongi is taking shallow breaths. “M gonna cum.. Fucking love your boobs” as he shots first spray of cum on your right boob. Yoongi moves his cock on your other boob while still jerking his cock say “Fucking love u Y/N” and spray on your left boob. He keeps jerking his dick, some of his cum lands on your neck, your cheeks & lips. You moan. But your boobs are covered in it mostly. Yoongi literally painted them with his love. 

Yoongi falls back near your legs on the couch. He is smiling at you. You're doing the same. You wipe his cum from your lips and cheeks and lick them from your fingers. Grinning at you Yoongi says “Told you, you would love them by the time I am done with them.” You laugh and sit up kissing him and say “Thank you Yoongi.” He wraps his hand around your shoulder and hugs you saying “Anything for you baby.” He quickly rushes inside your bathroom and brings a wet towel and cleans you both. 

He cuddles with you pulling you back in his chest. You push your ass in his pelvis. He hiss and you laugh, and Yoongi laughs with you. Yoongi asks "You okay?" you nod and say "Yes, I am good." He kisses softly at the side of your face. Your ears. Your neck. Your shoulders. His hands roam over your body, your hips, your thighs, your sides, your stomach. They come up to your boobs but you hold them “mmmhh m sore. They are painful right now.” Yoongi chuckling says “Sorry baby but you needed a lesson.” You gasped but laugh with him & agree “Yes I did. I am sorry, I won't do it again, I love them.” 

“Hmm good girl. Don't you dare do that again. You know what will happen if you say anything negative about you or your body again.” You nod & say “Yes, I know, I Love you.” “ I love you too. Now sleep, you need to rest.” You sigh & sleep in Yoongi’s arms. 

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Summary: Jealous Junkook

Pairing: Bf! Jungkook x reader

Genere: Smut. Minders DNI.

A/N: Just writing my filthy thoughts. Hope you like it. Please share with your friends if you like it & please interact with it as well.

Word count: 365 ish

You gifted your boss (secret bf Jeon Jungkook) a pen for his birthday. On same night in Jungkook's birthday party your best friend Jimin flirted with you & you laughed as you both always do this. But jungkook got jealous. He held you by your hand and pulled you out of the place, made you sit in his car & took you to his home. Jungkook's jaws were clenching & his hand on your thigh was sqweezing you possessively the entire drive, till you reached his home. Jungkook pulled you inside & pinned you against the wall beside his door. He held your face with both hands & said "you are mine. You understand. You are Fucking mine." he growl and kissed you. Ypu could smell & taste the whiskey on his lips. He stripped your clothes and kissed you roughly. Junkook pulled you in his bedroom & pushed you on the bed. He pulled the pen you gifted him from his jacket. Jungkook signed each & every inch of your skin with the same pen that you gave him. He kissed the next part of your skin again signing it. Then moved to the next part of your skin. He licked & kissed & sucked & signed. He did it again and again until every inch of your skin is covered with his kisses & his signature. He shredded his clothes & fucked you possesively that night. Repeating "You are mine" & making you say "You are his." after he made you cum numerous of times he cum deep within you, marking you from inside as well. He cleaned the mess between your legs. You were so tired, you slept immediately. Jungkook pulled you in his chest & sleeps hugging you close. On the next day jungkook helped you wash off smudged ink from your skin. But you asked him to sign your heart again. You said "You didn't just signed my body Jungkook; Its engraved in my soul. You own my heart. I love you & only you. I am yours for eternity. In every life I will be yours." That makes his bunny smile come back on his face again. Jungkook kisses you & says 'I love you too Y/N. I am yours just as much as you are mine, for eternity."

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LITTLE JUICE | JJK

pairing: boyfriend!jungkook x wine!oc

genre: smut, pwp

rating: 18+

summary: when you get insecure about being constantly needy for your boyfriend, jungkook shows you that it's okay.

word count: 6.4k

warnings: the plot is TEENY TINYYYY in this one, pure filth, mirror sex, dd/lg, little space, new roles for the wine universe omg, jungkook is a caretaker, pet names, degradation kink, praise kink, dry humping, they're so in love it's sickening, oral sex (f. & m. receiving), fingering, squirting, daddy issues, heavy dom/sub dynamics, handjob, penetrative sex without condom, cowgirl, plushies used in a sexual situation.

luna's note: i'm so sorry i couldn't get this out for you on xmas day since i was so sick, but let this be a gift for the new year! i missed writing smut sooooo much, and i can't wait to get back to it starting january. this was so fun omg. i missed wine sm. my daddy issues be daddy issuing so this has something new in it, i'm super excited abt it!! i hope you like this and that you enjoy reading. make sure to let me know what you think in my ask box!! mommy luna is baaaaackkkkkkk. HAPPY NEW YEARRRRR. <3 (one day early but i felt like saying it idc) BIG MWAH.

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The mirrors, lining the walls, are nearly all fogged up once you take a step inside the vast rehearsal room. A certain mellow, yet familiar song led you towards the right door—one that made your ears perk up in curiosity because it reminded you of something you’d heard a long time ago, but you couldn’t put your finger on it. Not until you rearranged your bobas into the crook of your elbow and slid open the door. 

The stuffiness of the room only added to the sensual aura of the song, and your legs nearly gave out on you. 

No BS by Chris Brown.

The song that started it all.

Jungkook, clothed in black from head to toe, seems to be locked in his own world as he moves his body in the center of the room, his chest and feet hitting each beat without a singular mistake or a misstep. And when the chorus of the song flows in, his whole figure follows suit. It rolls into the rhythm like the slowest, most passionate wave of the sea that splits in the middle and begins to course down your sternum. Your cheeks darken with a feverish tint. You feel every inch of his movements inside you as if he were there, and when Jungkook spins and sinks to his knees, propping only one Nike-shod foot on the floor, and he hip-thrusts before he continues those rippling motions to the last beats, the muscles of your thighs quiver on reflex and your dampened private parts flutter.

You did not expect to see that when you texted Jungkook you were going to visit him just because you finished work early and you could get boba before your favorite shop closed. You feel as though you just got blessed twice. 

TGIF, indeed. Never in your life had you ever thought you’d celebrate the work week ending like you are right now—with two bobas in your arm, cooling your heated skin, and with your eyes witnessing erotically angelic artistry in a humid room. And with your sensitive parts outright dripping, too, because the song ends, enveloping the room in a silence that welcomes in Jungkook’s heavy breathing as he slumps back onto his back, his chest lifting and falling in the air. 

You feel fuzzily faint. He made you wet in record time and he hasn’t even touched you. Nor has he looked at you. 

Instinctively, your hand grasps your mango boba and you press it against the side of your face. Smile to yourself as a lightbulb flicks to life in your mind. 

Leaving behind your purse, you take both of the delightful treats and walk over to him. His eyes are closed as he’s absolutely unaware of your presence, your steps soft and sly. His round, sweat-splotched nose puffs out hard breaths that move through you and you coo to yourself silently before you place both of your feet on either side of him. You squat down, careful not to let your bum touch his lap, and you get his boba ready, placing your own on the ground. And with the loudest roar you can muster, you press the drink to his glistening cheek. 

He yelps. His fear-filled eyes fly open, his hands quick to catch you as you tumble down on him in reaction, your lungs submerging the room in your obscenely loud giggles. Tears of laughter cloud your vision, preventing you from seeing the horror twisting his face, but the little you saw was enough to douse your body in extraordinary elation. The tapioca inside the long cup swirls as it swims ferociously in the thick, violet liquid, mimicking the roundness and the blackness of his pupils with utmost perfection. 

You swipe a finger under your eye, speckles of your glitter smearing its pad. You lean down, your laughter subdued as it slowly fades out, and you can see the horror smoothing out and transforming, seamlessly, into a relieved adoration that taps against your heart. You kiss him with the boba now cooling your cheek as well. Leave behind a hard peck on his perspiration-coated mouth that makes him softly hum into this physical exchange of love, and just before you draw away, he breathes out against you with his nose. And that doesn’t just tap on your heart, it knocks on it most warmly. 

You love him so much. Too much. So much that the simplest of his body and human reactions make you feel things. Things that normal girls don’t normally feel. 

Good thing you’re not a normal girl. 

You’re a messed up girl. And you’re a girl in love. Have been for the past year. 

“You scared the shit out of me.” 

Your mouth widens into a pleased grin, and the light bulb that shone in a bright yellow melts into a warm, dusky pink tinge that floods your spine—only because he squeezes the dip of your waist that you’ve been working hard at carving out. A new thing you’ve implemented into your daily routine after you’ve gotten a new job that doesn’t allow you to fuck him all day long like you used to. The sex has gotten even better with time as the wine of his love ripened and matured. To such an extent that you found yourself craving it more than you had in those times when you were just seeing him for sex. Two rounds aren’t enough for you—and you remember well that after two rounds you were usually too exhausted to even keep your eyes open. Now, because you have matured too, your vessel for his love and his liquid stars has grown, needing more to feel satisfied to the fullest. The new job kept you away from him, the long hours teased you. So much that your bathroom breaks were too frequent and obvious and you spent them locked in a bathroom stall with one hand in your panties and your other holding your phone to your ear while Jungkook guided you, his hand, too, in his pants, locked in the same place on the other side of the line, whispering encouraging, lewd instructions that sent you shaking over the edge in mere minutes. 

Instructions that got him in trouble at his workplace, hence why he had to come up with a solution. Because your thirst was never quenched in minutes. His voice was too pretty, and too soft. 

Gym five times a week for you, dance lessons for him, physical distance for the both of you. A perfect solution for a perfect problem. All that sexual frustration was released during those exercises filled with delicious pain and you went to work the next day free of that carnal lust swishing in your veins. You focused on your work, and you didn’t have to take long bathroom breaks. You didn’t even need a spare pair of panties in your purse anymore.

It worked—and it’s completely crazy to you that all it took for you to break your public purity streak was seeing him dance like that. 

You sit up and with your swift movement, the squelching sound of your cunt rubbing up against your juices sounds out across the room. Your cheeks heat up with a different shade of red as embarrassment runs down your spine, especially as Jungkook’s brows twitch upwards and his eyes widen, his large hands lowering down a little, following the curve of your figure that leads to his favorite part of you. 

Your hips. 

A blush scatters upon his cheeks, too. He heard it. 

He calls out your name, sweeping his tongue across his abruptly dry and chapped bottom lip. Your name, not princess, not baby. Your government name without any embellishment of adoration. 

You’re in trouble. 

Your embarrassment pinches you at the two dimples on the small of your back. “Y-yeah?” 

Jungkook opens his mouth, but he pauses for a moment. As if he could sense where the emotion touched you, his long and warm fingers find its icy traces that it left behind while still keeping the crooks of his thumb anchored on your hip bones. 

“Did you get wet for me?” 

A shiver cascades down the slender column of your back, a visible one for his eyes to see that coax out his softness for you, evident in the roundness of his bottom lip that he juts out, triggering your unprecedented shyness. What a drastic shift of dynamic in your relationship you perceive this to be. All along, for a year long, the atmosphere of your shared love has been nothing but an environment of safety, where you could unfold your sexuality as naturally and confidently as you wanted to without an ounce of coyness. Introduce an unyielding desire and a well-meaning solution for it into the equation and watch the change bloom. 

For some reason, you’re reminded of his past, now distant, liking of a certain degradation kink that once grew like vines across your intimate relations with him. The memories travel along your veins—the vulgar pet names, the calling out, the rough handling—and crest at your core, moistening the center of your panties even more as your walls pull in. And the way Jungkook takes that bottom lip between his teeth divulges to you quite clearly that he feels it. 

Which is a bad thing because you can’t lie about it. 

But… you can’t divert his attention from it. 

You slosh his drink in your hand. “I got you your favorite,” you chirp, the boba twirling beneath your hand while his identical pupils remain unmoving, unblinking, fixed on you. You manage a smile, but its staticness crumbles as soon as you realize that Jungkook isn’t really influenced by your change of topic. “Taro boba. I got a milk one, too. Mango. You wan—”

His hands descend down to your thighs, squeezing, halting the tide of your words, the progression of your trick. His fingers slip beneath the hem of your skirt and before you know it, he lifts you just a little bit to maneuver you and make you sit on the shaft of his semi. A low gasp gushes out of your throat as well as a leak of your dew not only onto the fabric of your underwear but onto the material that now clings to his manhood. 

He twitches, hardening beneath your pussy, and gooseflesh pricks your skin. 

“Mango? You always get Taro with me.” 

The glitter from your eye make-up that you smeared across his cheek during your kiss twinkles underneath the dimmed light and he doesn’t guide your hips to move against him. No, he rolls his own—ever so slowly, ever so discreetly. His hands merely hold you down, but nothing about it is forceful. Subdued pleasure springs up your sternum, pooling in your head, making you woozy as quickly as if he were pouring booze down your throat. And when he heightens the pressure enough that he twitches again, you recognize he’s doing the same move that is a part of the choreo he was practicing. 

Your heart hammers against your chest. Your nipples pebble against your cotton top, and Jungkook’s eyes fly to them, catching and taking in their aroused state, perhaps even coaxing it out of them. 

A sigh leaves his mouth. He fists the hem of your skirt, dipping his head into the current of the pleasure he’s giving both of you, and so do you. 

You just can’t help it; you can’t fight it. When your toe touches the surface of the wine of your shared love, nothing can keep you from taking a dip. And the same applies to Jungkook, too. In this case, he’s dripping in red, having slipped entirely into the current, one arm out of the water, fingers wrapped around your ankle, pulling you into the water. 

And something about his desire lessens your strange coyness. His lack of solution offering brings down the stigma, setting you free. And you missed him. You missed him terribly. Haven’t felt his dick in five fucking days. 

You place your hands on top of his. 

A small fire begins to burn within the snug blackness of his eyes. All of a sudden, the noises he stifled come out in soft, almost inaudible growls that cause your clit to throb and your nails to dig half-moons into the skin of his hands. A green light from you for him to enjoy this—and he does. Jungkook throws his head back, his pretty chin pointing to the ceiling, and his big chest heaves. 

It is only at this moment that his eyes leave yours just to bask in this forbidden pleasure. 

Anyone could walk in—the doors aren’t locked, nor are they shut at all. Anyone could think the practice room is available for personal use, without a single soul present. And anyone could see you riding the horsey because the sight of him lost in the vivacity of it all forces you most carnally to give him more. 

You hump him. 

“My friend got it the other day and she said it was delicious,” you breathe out, speaking of your unordinary choice of boba. The movements of your hips are small, minuscule, but hard enough that his knuckles get painted with a shade of ivory that sprinkle your chest with little shocks of joy and pride. A thick vein bulges on the side of his throat as Jungkook tries his best not to let out the entirety of his noises that his body is brimming with—and for that very reason, you grab his hands and place them very brattily on your perked, full breasts. “I wanted to try it and see for myself.” 

This feels good. This feels like the time before you got older and greedy. And the feeling is validated when Jungkook whisks his eyes back at you and grapples your tits, squeezing them so hard that it’s you who bites their bottom lip until you nearly draw blood, your body set on fire with a blue desire that kisses his big hands with such roughness that he whimpers. 

But the moment is ruined all too soon. 

A myriad of high-pitched voices is carried through the thick air, accompanied by giggles. You gasp, looking behind you, and before you know it, you’re up on your feet and Jungkook’s unopened boba is knocked to the side, now rolling sideways towards the mirror. 

You go to fetch it, but a strong hand on your arm prevents you from doing so. You spring back to your place in front of him and you glance up at him in confusion just to see him frowning down at you. 

Sweat drips down his temple. The tips of his brows almost meet in the middle, but swim away and relax at the sight of your puzzlement. The voices grow louder, your breath hitches in your throat and Jungkook’s hand lifts and pets down the back of your head, awakening the butterflies in your tummy as if he’s done it for the first time in your life. 

A yearning to kiss him consumes you. 

“Stay here,” Jungkook murmurs, keeping his hand wrapped around the back of your neck. “If they see us like this, they’ll walk away.” 

You nod, understanding if you were to do as you wished, the girls would’ve taken it as a sign to enter the room and perhaps mingle. But if they see you stuck in an intimate moment like this, they quietly and quickly leave without any unnecessary fuss. 

Smart man. 

“I’m also so fucking hard that I can’t even hide it,” he continues, lowering his tone even more. It penetrates you, making your clit thrum, and as your grin blossoms, so does a romantic shade of blush across your cheeks. You envelop your arms around his torso, propping your chin on his chest, radiate your love up to him, and Jungkook smiles down at you. “As per usual.” 

He kisses your forehead, lingering there for a beat longer before he lifts his head and focuses his gaze at the situation at the door. You don’t care much because you dwell on the hot and cold sensation he left in his wake from the warmth of his mouth and the iciness of his lip ring—something you’ll never get used to and something that will always ruin your panties. 

“They’re gone.” 

And so is he. Off to shut the door and lock it, peeking through the little rectangular window to check if anyone is around. Once the coast is clear, you sense him behind you as you bend to pick up his knocked off boba and you stumble upon his gaze in the mirror as soon as you straighten your spine. 

A hungry look is wrung into his features. 

The corners of his eyes droop in arousal, narrowed as they are. His pupils are blacker than the tapioca in your hands. His teeth nibble on his bottom lip impatiently and you flutter all over, taking in his state and his large stature towering above you. You could melt into him and never be found again, hidden in the crevices of his body that you still believe are there for you. Hidden forever, safe and sound. 

He’s delicious through and through—and it’s been five days since you last had a taste of him. 

Five torturous days. 

“You must be thirsty after all that dancing,” you say, breathless and thirsty yourself. His chest heaves, colliding into your back, and all those soft crevices of him touching you brings you back into that ravenous, greedy state you can’t get out of so easily. Dangerous, he is. Utterly, utterly dangerous. Erasing your clean streak like that. “Let me open it for you.” 

You go to turn around and fetch his straw from your purse, but he doesn’t let you. He encages you where you are by a mere placement of his hand on your hip, fingers back to gripping the fabric of your skirt. He can rip it off if he likes—he can buy you a new one and make your heart elated anytime. 

The idea hardens your nipples, making a show for him all over again. 

He pushes you flush against him, earning a sultry gasp from you. The fingers that gripped your skirt elongate across your mound while the other graze your chin, elevating it a little, ensuring a strong eye contact. 

You flutter. Can’t take it anymore. He has to take you home and fuck the shit out of you before you— 

“I am thirsty,” he purrs, his lips borderline touching yours. “But for something other than bubble tea. Care to guess what it is?” 

Your breath lodges in your throat. You know well what he means, but out of habit and out of personal pleasure you pretend to be dumb. You want to hear him say it—you want him to be as detailed as he was during those naughty afternoon phone calls that got him in trouble with his boss, who told him off for having long work breaks. You want him, his filthy mouth and even filthier, condescending manners. 

You want the old times—and for the sake of your desire, you remain silent. Twist your brows in feigned confusion. Widen your eyes a little. Puff out your cheeks. 

Your adorableness makes him twitch against your hip. Jungkook sucks in a breath. Takes the hand that caressed your chin and glides it down your neck, your chest, your stomach that flexes under his touch until he winds up at the waistband of your skirt. There he stops and he tilts his head to the side, sweeping his tongue along the pillow of his bottom lip. 

“What I want,” he starts, his breathing quickening. “Is the little juice that is in here.” He skims the pads of his fingers down your mound, beneath the hem of your skirt and along the sopping surface of your clothed feminine flesh. You mewl, your hips instinctively riding his fingers, following the sailing, back and forth motion. Your adorableness deepens with the influence of the sudden pleasure by the way it scrunches up your features and Jungkook whimpers again, stopping his motions when he feels you timidly soak his fingers. “I want it so bad that I can’t go one more minute without it.” 

You glance down more to see how big of a mess you’re making on his hand, but as attuned as he is to his role, brought about by his arousal, Jungkook takes your breath away with his following actions. 

He moves you closer to the mirror. Bunches up your skirt even higher so you have a perfect view of your panties, which have a large wet spot in the middle. Little rivulets of your juices flow out of their confines and down your inner thighs, proceeding to make a puddle on the hardwood floors beneath your feet. Jungkook’s fingers are shiny in the light, coated in your lustfulness, and he drifts them up and down that stain—over your swollen clit and sensitive lips. 

“See? Here. This little wet princess part of you is what I crave.”

And just like that, owing to his words, you flourish into the little girl you haven’t been safely dwelling in for months, sliding into that role as easily, tenderly and meekly as if you were slipping your feet into your fluffy slippers. You regress, beautifully, making sweet little noises into his neck as you go to hide in there, poking his drink into his hand, silently telling him to take it while you rub your sticky thighs together, eager to get the uncomfortable throbbing feeling away. And he does, solid in his own caretaker role, sinking down onto his knees, placing the drink on the floor against the mirror. But he remains there, looking up at you, eyes big and round, yet still steady, sure, mature and irrevocably dependable. And you sense those eyes to be telling you to take your panties off and give the Daddy what he craves. 

You hook your thumbs under the waistband of your underwear and drag it down past the middle of your thighs, letting him handle the rest, but you catch his eyes watering ever so gently—and the discovery causes your heart to skip a beat. He’s taken in the role you’ve slipped into, having watched it happen in real time in all its glory, and perhaps he’s nostalgic, or perhaps he’s just euphoric, but he takes the time to bask in it all. 

And he kisses the cotton fabric of your panties first before he kisses the soft flesh of your thigh. Drags it down. Lets it pool in his hands at your ankles. Peeks up at you. 

“The way you willingly give yourself over to me never fails to mesmerize me,” he purrs, pressing another kiss to your thigh without taking his eyes off of you. Your stomach jumps, energy-charged butterflies scurrying to the front of your stomach in longing to kiss him, too. “You’ve been feeling bad about being needy for me. Worked hard for weeks to be a good girl, but what you don’t know, princess, is that you were a good girl even when you called me up at work asking for me,” he continues, lips brushing against your skin with every pronounced vowel. He edges around your knee and begins to pepper gentle, wet kisses there. Your mouth falls open—and you discover this place is a spot of more sensitivity than your neck. You double over, grabbing a tight hold of his tousled, yet soft hair, and Jungkook moans against you. “And you’re a good girl right now for giving yourself over to me, even when you’re so careful about being horny for me in public.” 

Your body forces out the same kind of noises, so tender and pained, your heart rapidly kicking against your ribcage. Your arousal is heightened by his words carrying such devastating praise, even when the most inert core of you aches for such different debauchery—the very opposite of what he’s giving you. 

You leak for him, nonetheless. 

Unable to take it anymore, Jungkook cradles your ankles and carefully rids you of your ruined panties, half-stuffing them into the front pocket of his jeans. A tiny bit of the pink fabric sticks out of it and the sight intoxicates you, pulling you deeper into your little space. Even more so when he finishes his praise because he wasn’t done yet. Not quite. 

“And to see you be little for me so prettily again after such a long time,” he husks, spreading your legs far apart enough to see that gleaming rivulet make its way down the inner of your thigh. “That makes me the happiest man in the world, princess. I missed you. God, I missed you.” 

Jungkook leans in and, with his tongue flat against your inner thigh, he collects the little juice you leak for him. He moans at the taste, but the sound is broken by a cry marked by yearning for more. He doesn’t stop there—he delves immediately, without sparing a second, into your lap with such a verve that your back crashes against the still fogged up mirror. His mouth seizes your clit, making kissing sounds as he laps and sucks at it with a hunger that could never be replicated in the arts. You grip his hair tighter for support, almost sliding down the mirror while struggling to contain your noises, the pleasure permeating every inch of your body that is ultimately submitted to him. The pressure of the delight he’s giving you deepens when he places one of your thighs on his shoulder, helping you take it while he continues to moan into your pussy and eat her like she deserves. 

But you can’t take it. Not at all. Not when he begins to flick his tongue on your clit in a way that he does. 

Your foot slips, but Jungkook is in control. He makes sure you land on your bum safely and painlessly, not once ripping his mouth off your cunt. His eyes continue to be steady, fixed on you, narrowed into such thin, alluring slits that it hastens your sweet release. You hiccup as you take little breaths, overwhelmed by it all. Your cheeks burn, and the fire spreads down your limbs, leaping over to your boyfriend at work, who glows with a rosy tint. Jungkook pulls away a little bit, dripping in arousal and perspiration, and he allows you to see his technique in all its glory. 

The tip of his tongue stimulates your engorged clit with rapid, hard flicks. 

Your orgasm inches closer and closer. Jungkook pushes your legs all the way back until you’re a squished mochi that he can’t get enough of, and when he puts a bigger pressure on your little bud, it is your absolute undoing. 

Closer and closer, the orgasm takes over you completely. From the top of your head to your little toes that flex in your sneakers, you begin to shake uncontrollably as the highest level of the delight bursts upon your body. Jungkook’s noises grow in volume simultaneously, enraptured as he is by the view of his created paradise unfolding over you—and he never stops looking at you. 

Not even as you come down from your high. 

Not even as he, with your little juice dripping down his chin, turns you around and stacks one of your feet on the mirror while he keeps the other leg back with his hand. His limbs surround you, and as you blink through the blinding fog of your orgasm, you realize that you accidentally managed to match your shoes with his. High Nike dunks, black. The ones he got for you as well when he bought a pair for himself. 

Your hole clenches in the mirror. A stream of your little juice makes a larger puddle on the floor beneath you. 

“Look at you dripping for me, fuck.” 

Hooking your leg over his right limb, he strums your entire feminine flesh with the four of his fingers, the squelching and squeaking sounds of your pussy pulling a tortured groan out of him as if he hadn’t gotten a taste of you a mere minute ago. His other hand sneaks to your tits to feel them up, stopping at your pebbled nipple, which he fondles as he breathes against you, inhaling your scent. Your hips buckle, your drenched seashell sensitive from his feast, and Jungkook lets out a pleased chuckle. 

“My pretty little pussy. Always so sensitive from all my love, huh?” 

You nod, meeting his gaze in the mirror, and Jungkook grins before he places a fat, rewarding kiss to your cheek, the two of his fingers, middle and ring, one of them adorned with that white Miffy plastic ring, starting a series of circles on your clit. 

Your hips buckle again, the pleasure soft yet dizzying, overwhelming your senses. Jungkook tightens his grip around you, squeezing your breast. 

“Whose pussy is this, princess?” 

In the middle of it all, a light bulb flicks to life once again in your woozy mind. And a pleased smile, just like his, begins to grow on your mouth. But Jungkook is impatient and you’re not responding fast enough for his taste, so he lifts his soaked fingers and uses them to grip your mouth. 

There it is. 

“I asked you a question. Whose pussy is this?” 

You’d bite your lip if he weren’t squishing your cheeks together, but your satisfied smile reaches your eyes, crinkling them. That causes him to relax his hold and give you a chance to give him the answer he seeks. 

Little does he know you’re about to manipulate him into giving you the sin that you desire. 

“This slutty little pussy is yours. Yours and no one else’s, Dada.” 

His brows twitch and light unrolls across his face, softening his features in a way you’ve never seen before. He curses, momentarily rolls his eyes back, and he plunges his wet fingers into his mouth before he seizes your mouth in a compulsive kiss that thoroughly shuts off your brain. You taste yourself on his tongue, and you comprehend he licked off his fingers and didn’t swallow only so you could get the treat he had himself—because he busies his fingers by burying them inside your fleshy heat. 

And he fucks you hard and doesn’t stop even when you begin to make intense little noises into his mouth. 

You struggle to kiss him back when he curls his fingers and pistons into you with rapid jerks from this angle. His other hand tugs your top upwards, finds its way into the cups of your bra just so he could pinch and rub your nipple in the way that you like. And when his tongue flicks against yours and his mouth purses softly against yours before he deepens the kiss, your orgasm hits you so unexpectedly that you’re as surprised as him once you come apart all over not just his hand, but the mirror, too. 

You splatter it with your little juice and even then, Jungkook doesn’t stop. Growling with heavy breaths, he strums your clit as fast as he can until there’s nothing left you can give to him. 

You slump against him, high on the complexity of yours and his aphrodisiac love. Specks of your glitter—your small shooting stars gravitate down to your flushed cheeks, and then his fingers are in your mouth, traveling far down and deep until you grace him with the sound he likes. You gag around them and he nods, pleased, smirking. 

“Good girl. Your slutty little juice tastes good, doesn’t it, baby?” he asks, and your stomach springs, your drunken feelings intensified by the fact you finally got what you yearned for. “Your mouth makes me fucking crazy. Dada, slutty pussy. I’m gonna lose my mind.” 

You mewl, your eyes heavy, but you want more—you want his cock, and he can feel it, he knows it. He knows it when he pulls out his fingers and kisses you as if the world was meant to end in the next minute. He knows it because he withdraws and he tells you. 

“Dada’s gonna fuck that slutty little pussy of his, hm?” Jungkook murmurs, and then his zipper is down, and just like the old times—he doesn’t rid himself of his clothes and gives you a brand new world with his strokes just the way he is. 

Fully clothed, with his hard drooling cock poking out of his unzipped jeans. 

He presses you against your wet juices on the mirror, spitting on his hand and lubricating the tip of his manhood. He enters you and you gasp, fogging up the mirror with your breath, and the hand that holds your head steady against the mirror buries into your hair while the other wraps around your hip. He sheathes himself inside you slowly whilst your eyes flutter shut at the feeling of finally being stretched out by him and once he bottoms out, it’s over. 

Your life is over.

“Dada’s pussy always so tight.” 

He pounds into you religiously—creating a new order for this brand new world. Hard, merciless strokes that scramble your brain and turn it into a mush. Your ass ripples with each collision and his noises melt into yours, a hymn for the utopia he’s fucking you into. And then he’s lifting you from the mirror and keeping you flush to himself, staring at you in the reflection while your tits spill out from your bra, bouncing, and Jungkook can’t get enough. Both of his hands drag down your straps, freeing your breasts, and he’s groping them, pinching your nipples without ever stopping the entrancing snapping of his hips. 

“Pretty princess getting fucked. Look at you. So pretty and all mine.” 

And then his Miffy-adorned finger is back on your clit, rubbing hard circles, and your personal world is finished—because your pleasure is his ultimate undoing. 

The smacking of skin quietens and his hips begin to roll—a languid, staccato version of his choreo that got you all needy and wet but an hour ago. Jungkook whimpers into your ear how much he loves you, over and over again, as he stuffs you full of his cum, and he doesn’t stop rubbing your swollen little clit until you come all over his twitching cock. 

And he doesn’t pull away. 

He holds you like this, panting into your neck, his grip still tight, still evoking a sense of safety you won’t find anywhere else. Your drowsy eyelids flit, consider yourself well-spent, and the thought begins to sing a celebratory song in your chest—because all that hard work paid off. 

You’re no longer greedy; you’re gratified after the first round. 

Jungkook kisses the nape of your neck. “We should go before Bunny and Vinny start wondering where we are.” 

The song wraps around your heart, which dissolves at his words. Jungkook pulls himself out of you, but you swivel around and throw your arms around him, catching him off guard. His still erect and wet length brushes against your thigh—and the contact makes you quiver in his arms.

“I feel good,” you explain into his ear. “I don’t need more.” 

Jungkook chuckles. Wants to look at your face and he smooths your hair back, grinning at you. “I’m proud of you, princess, but look,” he says, glancing down. You follow his gaze down and perceive he’s talking about his private parts. “I’m still hard.” 

His cock twitches at his words and twitches once more at the sound of your giggles—happy, happy giggles because the stigma behind your neediness withers and completely disappears, never to be found again, only because Jungkook isn’t embarrassed or afraid to show you he needs more. Your chest becomes light, light enough that you think you grew a pair of wings to fly around the room with.

“Gym, Gguk. You have to hit the gym more often,” you joke, knowing his work out schedule transcends beyond the five days you spend at the place. 

The corner of his mouth curls as mischief twinkles in his eyes, divulging to you that he likes the way you challenge him. 

“Oh yeah?” he questions, lifting his arm, pulling back the oversized sleeve of his T-shirt to flex his biceps. Your cheeks heat up at the strong mountains that appear and your hand can’t help but to knead it. “These aren’t big enough for you, huh?” 

You scoff and shush him at the same time, leaning over to plant a singular kiss to his muscles. Jungkook uses the opportunity to hide you in his embrace and you both sputter into laughs and giggles. He pecks your hair, but something interrupts your sweet moment. 

“Look at the mess you made,” he says, pointing at the mirror, and you gasp when you turn around. 

An imprint of the side of your face is left behind on the reflection. Foundation, mascara and glitter amidst the little pearls and rivulets of your juices. You worry what you look like now if your make-up is smeared to this extent, but it soon is washed away from your mind when Jungkook crawls forward and makes a heart on the wetness of your slick. 

He takes a picture of it and then he cleans it off with his gym towel. The floor, too. 

At home, you fuck him hard for it. 

With his Taro boba in his arm, Vinny on his chest and Bunny in the crook of his other arm, you ride him until your thighs burn and he resembles the prettiest rose you’ve ever laid your eyes on. Having come more than enough on his cock, you jerk him off while you flick your tongue on his tip, and he moans, flushes and convulses until he spills all over your hand and his stomach. Ropes of him cum reach the plushies, too, as he can’t stop coming and, growing feignedly jealous, you swallow him, longing for him to drip down your throat. 

He comes so much that your belly is full and he’s as gratified as you were in the practice room. 

And after a quick shower, you both drift off to your brand new world unexpectedly, the events of the day having exhausted you enough that you fall asleep within the next heartbeat. Vinny and Bunny tumble on in the washing machine while you and Jungkook dance in the new paradise, having stepped into the role of parents having a date without the kids. No stress, no stigma—just the freedom of being loved right. 

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──𐙚 safeword (smut+comfort)

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content: daddy!jungkook and sub oc, "bunny, doll, sweet girl , baby, princess", usage of safeword "melon" , doggy, choking(?)/ face into pillow, spanking, rough, soft make up care, praise, very sweet dom JK, size kink, oc has pink tones in her skin, crying

note from cherry: so soft for daddy jk, he's living in my head rent free

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Something about Jungkook being so big compared to you made his cock stand stiff without any touch, the way he can tower over your petite frame fully, how your sweet tummy bulges with his entire girthy cock burried deep into you,

"bunny, you're so fucking sweet" he mumbles, words suffocated by your lips that move on his carefully, as though he is the one that could break,

Hands finding your small breasts, he tugs on your pink buds, feeling how delicate the fat feels beneath his hands, how he squeezes them softly just to hear you whimper

His rough, large palms cup your sides, almost entirely covering your stomach as he manhandles you effortlessly,

audibly, he groans, feeling up the dip of your waist

"so tiny, look at that little pussy drooling" his eyes glisten with excitment as they land on your slick hole, thighs pressed together with your back arching, chest stuffed into the mattress, your messy hair flowing around your sides and delicate back

To him, nothing can ever come close to how beautiful your vulnerablity is

Jungkook eyes up the hickies he left along your inner thighs, palms now rounding your flesh in his hands, spreading your cheeks to show him more of what's dripping just for him,

"daddy please, need your cock" you whine impatiently, dropping your head with your cheek squished against your pillow much like you'd always done in this position,

until, without the usual gentle nature, Jungkook thrust his huge length into your greedy centre, throbbing with need as he messily fucks into you, hands digging into your hips,

you cry out underneath him, moaning mindlessly at how he stuffs every inch of you, stretches you delicously

"Yeah? My little doll needs cock so bad? Fucking take it then" he rasps, spanking your sweet skin harshly,

the sheer force of his hips force you to rock into the matteress more, knees digging into the soft sheets and your pussy clenches with each rough thrust, the pain is so good- so good and so overwhelming,

Sex with Jungkook is usually nothing but sweet- gentle, intense, he's so occupied with pleasing you, making you cum again and again before he even dares to let you touch him

Although he is sweet, that's not all,

you quickly learned that much like most doms, Jungkook has untamable passion- that tinge of roughness he sometimes needs to use, and fuck does it feel good

To feel how helpless you truly are, but the submission makes you feel safe, loved even

"yes daddy- need it so much" you mumble, trying to grasp onto the sheets beneath you, he spanks you again, harsher than last time,

"oh fuck bunny, you're so good, so fucking good" jungkook looses himself, his head spins lightheaded at how good you feel around him- squeezing him, warm, so wet,

mindlessly, his hips grow harsher, faster, one of his hands reaches to gather a fistful of your hair, tattooed finger laced into your head, his eyes long shut because the pleasure is so much he can feel any resolve crumble within seconds,

until he hears it, broken, muffled

"melon"

the world almost stops and so does his heart, eyes opening in shock

his hand loosens, while his doe eyes brim with concern, it's only now that he sees just what he'd done in his haze,

"oh sweet girl, my baby.. i'm so sorry, daddy's sorry" he mumbles, trying as best as he possibly can to soften his voice,

gently, he pulls out, wrapping his muscular arms around your shaking frame to lay you into his arms,

"i'm so sorry bunny, so so sorry" he whispers, listening to the little sobs that fall from your wet lips, tears staining that pretty, flushed face of yours,

Jungkook's soft lips pucker kisses all over your shoulder, neck, cheek while his fingers ghost over your naked body, caressing your skin with a silent apology,

you're so vulnerable, so gentle and he'd forgotten just how easy it is to break that,

He can feel his heart clench, reminded by how fragile you are compared to his strength, to his animalistic need for you,

Even more so he has a primal need to protect you, keep you safe and whole in his grip

"daddy's so terribly sorry, i got so lost sweet girl, i'll never hurt you like that again okay?" he says, cradling your face in his big hands, you nod slowly, round eyes full of love for him while the tears slowly stop rolling

Even if that pushed your limit, it wasn't fear- you could never be scared of your boyfriend for the sole fact that he is home, he's your safety blanket,

And once your eyes made contact with the worried frown on his features, his gentleness engulfed you fully,

"never gonna hurt my little princess like that okay? I promise bunny" sealing it with a kiss to your forhead, Jungkook strokes your hair and covers your shaking frame with a real blanket

he attempts to calm down your racing heart, scratching your head, letting the silence heal your jumbled up state

"thank you.. just, when you pushed my head face first into the pillow i- i got to scared i - i don't know-" you stutter, in between apologizing and explaining yourself but he's having none of it,

"shhh.. it's okay bunny, it's okay, you're perfect and you did nothing wrong hm?... you're safe hm? All safe with daddy" he soothes, kissing your lips reassuringly

You can't help but kiss back, the smile returns to your worn out features, wrapping your frame around him, his muscles tighten, squeezing you gently into his firm hold

"prettiest girl, my sweet, sweet girl.. so brave for using your safeword" he hums, pecking your head repeatedly,

the string of little giggle you let out slowly relieve the aching sensation inside his heart

"Gonna spoil you now, yeah? Gonna wash your pretty hair... run you a nice bath.. let you sit in my lap and we watch whatever you want.. eat whatever you want.. i'll make anything" he mutters, rubbing the tip of his button nose to yours, and your eyes immediately flutter shut in appreciation

"you're the best, thank you daddy" you say, kissing his cheek softly,

"anything for my girl" he responds, you know he means it, since he's already wrapping your soft thighs around his hips, carrying you to the bathroom in the secure hold of one of his arms

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fucking you right— j.jk

pairing— alpha!jungkook x omega!reader

genre— abo, dubcon, smut, stepcest, MDNI!

word count— 6400

warnings— fondling/body inspection, slut shaming, mentions of being drugged(not by jungkook), somnophilia, size difference, big dick jungkook, degradation, unprotected sex, rough sex, squirting, breeding

‘Watch over your sister for me, yeah? I really didn’t want you brats to come along on my honeymoon but her mom insisted.’

‘Step-sister.’

Jungkook curses under his breath, lathering his chest with sun protection from the pool chair he’s been glued to while silently watching you prance around flirting with every damn Alpha in sight.

This is fucking ridiculous. 

He tried to argue with his father, exclaiming loudly that he’s no one’s babysitter. He’s too old for this shit, you are too old for this shit. Only to get shut down immediately and reprimanded for being so insolent. 

It’s only been 3 months since your parents mated and decided to take the traditional human route. An absurdly overpriced wedding ceremony and luxury cruise honeymoon, one that he had zero interest in being a part of, and yet here he is. Against his will.

‘Not everyone can be lucky enough to bring their kids along on a once in a lifetime vacation like this.’ Your mom had said with a huge smile, squeezing you against her side while Jungkook’s father grimaced and forced a pleased grin onto his unenthused face. 

Kids? He’s a fucking grown ass man. Not his fault that piled up student loans have screwed him out of the opportunity to move out sooner. He’s not the one that insisted on becoming a doctor. 

‘No son of mine will embarrass my name with some bullshit nonsensical career. Medical school is the only option unless you plan to find your ass on the street in a few weeks.’ 

God, his dad can be such a fucking dickhead.

The last thing Jungkook wanted was to spend a week stuck on a cruise ship with you of all people. Even worse when he found out you’d be sharing a room together. At least he got to claim the bed closest to the window, not that looking out of a cruise ship did much other than make his stomach turn upside down. 

This is seriously miserable. And of course you managed to pack nothing but the skimpiest summer outfits. If your parents weren’t so busy holed up together likely fucking like rabid newlyweds(disgusting), he’s sure that your mother would have some choice words for your attire.

“Should you really be wearing that?” He snickered at you this morning. Still laying in bed when you exited the bathroom with your hair and face all dolled up. Nothing but a string bikini and sheer sarong hung on your hips. “It’s 9 in the morning.”

“We’re on a cruise and it’s mid-August. Just because you like to create a sauna for your balls in those baggy sweats doesn’t mean the rest of us can’t enjoy summer.” You shot him a glare before sliding on a pair of sunglasses. Flicking your hair over your shoulder and exiting your shared room without another glance. “Later loser.”

Really, he should slap you. Right on the ass. It’s not as if you have any problem showing it off. Especially not around the hungry unmated Alphas that have started to swarm around you at the pool currently. His father would probably pat him on the back for putting you in your place, someone has to. Who knows when the last time was that you had a real Alpha in your life that corrected this foul behavior for you. Heaven knows your mother is much too clueless to bother punishing you for acting like such a..

“Slut.” He scoffs quietly, rolling his eyes. Another young, unmated, handsome Alpha approaches you, easily gliding an arm around your waist with a huge grin on his face that you reciprocate. This has to be the seventh guy that’s approached you in only the last 2 hours now. It can’t seriously be this easy..

It’s annoying more than anything to listen to you squeak out little playful screams, soft breathy giggles, utilizing your loose hands to grab onto the many different bulging biceps attempting to latch around you. Jungkook can’t help but to feel more and more enraged the longer he sits here watching. God, you haven’t even noticed him. 

He can’t stand to watch this bullshit for much longer. His dad had bribed him with limitless spa visits and bar access anyway for agreeing to come.

He sighs and hesitantly gets up, sauntering his way over to you. Taking a hold of your elbow from behind, he pulls you against his chest. “Hey you.” He says flatly, tone low and serious.

“Huh? Ew, get off of me!”

Jungkook’s ready to tell you off, only to be stopped by 2 large Alphas that shove him back. “Hey man! You heard her!”

“Stop stop!” You intervene before they can pummel him into smithereens. “He’s my step-brother.”

A silent ominous dread passes between the two of you, catching each other's gaze for only a few fleeting seconds before looking away. “Whatever.” He mutters, carelessly waving you off. “Hope they do something unforgivable to you.”

He’ll regret whispering that if any of these brutes touch you without your consent. They shouldn’t. They don’t even know or care about you. Not that he does either.. but he knows you well enough to know that these aren’t the Alphas you should be wasting your time with.

The bar calls to him, charging his way towards the one far away from the pool area. His march slows down, coming to a halt mid-hallway to shove his head inside of a dark room full of neon lights and rapid clicking sounds.

“Gaming room?!” Leave it to his father to fail to mention this ship has a huge fucking arcade. He’s always hated Jungkook’s lifelong gaming addiction. Knowing his son, he’d predict for him to be holed up in here the entire trip instead of enjoying his vacation.

Hours and hours fly by as he competes with the other losers holed up in the ships arcade. Young men with no interest in burning off their first layer of skin out on deck. He plays well into the evening until his hand starts to cramp up and he envisions a clear future of himself 50 years down the line with a permanently claw shaped grip.

“I should head out.” He announces. Bowing before parting ways with the new group of shipmates he befriended while playing, mentioning to catch up with them tomorrow. He walks out toward the room he’s sharing while rubbing at his stomach. Definitely missed dinner while lost in an intense brawl in Street Fighter, room service would have to do.

He’s starving actually, the more he thinks about it. You had a lot of snacks when you unpacked, maybe he could sneak something for himself. By now you’re probably locked up in some Alphas room doing what he refuses to let his mind imagine.

The last thing he’d expect to see when unlocking the door is you laid out in bed, flat on your stomach and fast asleep. Still in your tiny bathing suit, curled up like a kitten breathing softly. It takes him aback for a few seconds, gripping onto the door frame as he takes in your manicured toenails, smooth waxed limbs, and the pert round of your ass jutted out so nicely. Locking the door behind him, he recalls his father’s words to watch out for you, make sure you stay out of trouble.

Something about how a pretty little Omega like you is susceptible to dangerous Alphas wanting nothing more than to bite into your supple flesh. To mark you as theirs.

Jungkook should check, make sure his dads worries have not come true. That’s the only reason he gingerly lifts your ankle up and smooths his palm up your calf. Slowly tracing up the muscle in search of any markings that could indicate an Alpha attempted to claim you as theirs.

It’s amazing how silky soft your skin feels, not a single bump or even a slight hint of stubble. You really must have gotten waxed before venturing out on this trip, which only makes him wonder if you opted for a full body service. That would only make sense, what with the 10 different stringy bikini sets he watched you pull out of your luggage. 

“Hmm,” pushing your thighs apart, he climbs onto the bed. Knees sinking into the mattress between your spread open legs. 

Inner-thigh would be a prime area for any Alpha to leave a mark. Something not too obvious that reeks of ownership. “Nothing.”

Not a single mark on your smooth skin, so easily rippling under his touch. Sinking and kneading his fingertips into the meaty flesh lining your upper thigh, he can’t stop the sigh that exits his mouth. Leaning down closer to untie your sarong.

You must have come back from the pool all heat exhausted and knocked out. Good thing, because any Alpha would be too tempted around an Omega so innocently vulnerable like this. Not Jungkook though, he’d never do anything to hurt you. That’s why he has taken it upon himself to watch after you, his precious baby step-sister. Because who better than him to make sure a bratty Omega like you knows her place? 

Oh what’s that? Is that..

“Bite marks.” He sneers, pushing your buttcheeks open to get a full look at what looks like indentations left behind on the top of your left ass cheek. Who the fuck have you been allowing to mark up your otherwise flawless complexion?

Right on your ass? You fucking slut. 

He licks at his teeth out of hunger, sitting back on his haunches and bending in even closer for a real magnified look. Cupping your ass and pushing your butt apart, he buries his fingers into your buttcheeks. The tip of his round nose brushes along the backs of your thighs. Squinting at your rim covered only by a small teenie lycra material that flexes with each rough massage from his hands.

They could be teeth marks, maybe a light scratch. Maybe his heated up brain is playing tricks on him. Either way, one thing is for certain, no one should be leaving a mark on you. No one except him.

“Jungkook?” Your groggy confused voice opens his eyes wide and full. Looking up over the roundness of your bottom, he catches your gaze momentarily. “What are you doing?”

“What I should have done weeks ago.”

Jungkook gulps, shaking his head rapidly with his back pressed to the door. He hasn’t moved an inch since entering your room. Swallowed up by the scent of you spread between these four walls. He has to work to control his breathing, reaching up to physically cover his eyes and push away the thoughts filling up his head. 

He shouldn’t be imagining such things. Thinking up the different ways he could touch you so inappropriately..

No. He shouldn’t be salivating over his step-sister passed out in bed half nude. Vulnerable for any deplorable Alpha to take advantage of. It’s his job to protect you, to make sure your precious womb remains untouched from any unworthy Alpha scumbag.

“Jungkook?” You ask out sleepily, voice all tired from screaming and laughing with random Alphas. 

“Yeah.” He says through gritted teeth, forcing himself away from the door.

“Smelled you.”

“Oh yeah.” Stiffly sitting down on his bed, he squeezes at the tops of his thighs. Pushing his legs together tightly to quell the warmth building up in his ballsack. “Tired?”

“Mmmph..” mumbling something incoherent, you roll over until you reach the edge of the bed. Pushing yourself off to stand clumsily and furiously blink sleep away from your eyes. “I d-don’t even know why.” You slur, swaying from foot to foot.

Jungkook frowns, observing your lazy hunched forward posture. How you can’t stabilize yourself, how your hands flail in search of something to grab onto. “Hey, what’s going on?” He says, mildly concerned. Standing back up to rush over and grab a hold of you before you collapse back onto the bed. 

Lazy eyes struggle to blink up at him, spending extra time attempting to fully open them and get a look at his face. You almost look..

“Are you drunk? Did you take something??”

“N-no..” you gargle, easing into his hold more comfortably. “Feel dizzy..”

Fuck. He knew it. Those fucking untrustworthy Alphas must have slipped you something. “What did you take?”

“W-water..” clutching your hands onto his biceps, you squeeze down to keep yourself standing. Scuttering on the balls of your feet and toes trying to stay steady.

“Water?!” He practically shouts, moving around to set you down on your bed. He sits you up right, grabbing a hold of your face to get a better look at your eyes. “Fuck, don’t you know better than to accept drinks from strangers?!?”

“Stop yelling at me!” You whine, scrabbling at his abdomen. “I f-feel.. nothing. Can’t feel anything at all.”

“God, just—hold on.” Letting go of his grip on you, he spins around quickly to the bathroom. Searching for a small cloth towel to immerse in cold water while slamming open a cabinet that had complimentary water bottles stowed away inside when you arrived. 

Fuck, this wouldn’t even be happening right now if you’d just listened to him in the first place. If you’d just let him stick around to watch those assholes you were hanging out with. How could you let this happen?!? He’s going to have to keep you under a tight watch for the rest of this stupid cruise.

“Alright, you need to drink this.” He instructs walking back into the room. Halting dead in his tracks when he sees you knocked out once again. 

Only on your back this time, legs slightly spread open. Leaving him no choice but to gawk at how smooth your inner thighs are. How your tiny little bikini clings to your pussy. He stumbles back against the door frame and forces his eyes shut to catch his breath, has to pinch himself to make sure he’s not hallucinating again. 

At least you’re safe with him now, here in this room you’re sharing. Safe with the pounding heat between his legs growing larger by the second. Every ounce of worry he had dissipates quickly in favor of once again taking in your legs hanging off the bed. The way your chest slowly rises and falls back down with each easy breath you inhale and exhale. 

“You’re impossible.” He says to himself, pushing off from the door. Dragging his feet across the floor, he plops down next to you, reaching to move the strands of hair away from your face that cover your cheek. You’re really out of it, eyes open enough to see some of the whites, breathing so softly and calmly. Completely unaware of your step-brother’s internal struggle. So innocently naive to his gaze burning down your body.

He shudders a little bit, bouncing around the cooled down wash cloth in his other hand. He should place it on your head.. should try to wake you back up. Yes, because he knows that’s the right thing to do.

“You need to wake up.” He struggles to say through wads of saliva collecting in his mouth. Laying the towel against your forehead gently, he traces down your cheek to your parted lips. Lightly tapping the middle of your plump bottom lip. “And drink water.” Letting out a sigh, he continues to brush tendrils of hair away from your neck. Smoothing them back past your shoulders and chest.

That’s when he sees it, a jagged little mark on the side of your neck. It’s light, as if a set of teeth tried to dig in and failed. A smidge of blood, barely a hint of it, dried up along the peeled skin. 

Anger rushes through him rapidly, clutching his hand into a tightly balled up fist. He sits up fast and hooks onto your shoulders. Hoisting you off the bed to press his nose in close to the barely-there wound. The scent of Alpha hits him first before your savory sweetness can. Instantly causing his blood to boil. He snarls at the hint of another Alpha trying to claim you against your will.

Trembling hands pull you up the bed, shaking as he moves to stand and looks over you. If those brutes could get this close to your scent gland, who knows where else they could have left a mark. He can’t calm down enough to rationalize whether or not this is a bad idea. Every inch of him screams to lick you clean. Clean off the unwanted and unpermitted scent of trash lingering to your skin.

It’s what your parents would want.. your mother would lose her mind if she knew you’d let any old Alpha touch you improperly. 

This is his duty as your older brother. 

Step-brother.

He sinks back onto your bed, knees digging into the mattress by your side. Licking over his lips as he hunches over your limp body, drained of energy by whatever was slipped into your drink. He has to get closer, get a good look at every inch of your precious skin. 

Starting at your neck, he checks behind your ears. Along your nape, down to your collarbone, lift your arms up to drag his nose along the inside of your forearm down to the crook of your elbow.

Unknown scents of Alpha continue to swarm around him, furiously moving faster to find something he may have missed. It’s nothing like his fantasy this time, he can’t control himself anymore the stronger your delectable sugary sweetness infiltrates his senses. Throwing a leg over your hips, he mounts your lower half and proceeds to reach for the triangles covering your breasts. Groaning as he pulls them down and your fat tits bounce out so freely. “Fuck.” He salivates, licking at his sharp canines.

No marks, nothing to ruin your perfect breasts. Your nipples pointed up taut and hard from the cool air filling up your room. The wrinkled skin of your aureoles a few shades darker, tempting his hungry mouth the longer he examines the skin between your chest. “They could have gotten you here, huh?” Sucking at his teeth, he smooths up your stomach and cups under your natural heavy tits. Pushing them up with a groan. His hips roll down against yours instinctively without a second thought. The marks of your bikini top indentations line up above your rib cage, pushing more saliva to swallow up his tongue. 

“Fuck, see, this is where I would have marked you.” He mutters raspily, hips jerking again. The tent in his pants poking at your mound. “Mom and dad would never be able to notice, not with these big pretty titties. They’d sit just right on any mark, cover them up perfectly.”

He hisses, lapping at the drool leaking from the corners of his lips. Who is he kidding? He’d have to leave bite marks all over you. Needs to make it clear that you belong to him only. Your flesh, your sex, every centimeter of your body is his. It’d be for the best, such a stupid Omega like you, so easily impressed by Alphas far beneath you. Jungkook would make sure you’d act proper, that your eyes would never roam away from him.

As tempted as he is to do just that right now, he has to keep looking. Desperate to ensure that the rest of your flawless skin hasn’t been fucked with, he scours lower. Dragging the tips of his fingers down to your waist, digging into the dips there. “You’re so pretty, it’s no wonder they were all over you out there. Should have let me put them in their place and set the rules down.” Gruffly speaking, he continues to venture lower, reaching the strings of your bikini.

“You didn’t..” raising an eyebrow, he pulls at the bows tied up on your hips. Gingerly lifting the straps up to unveil your mound. Hairless, absolutely hairless, and so God damn smooth. It’s unbelievable that you could be even prettier between your thighs, your most hidden area. “None of them would deserve it, you know that right?” He goes on conversing with himself like a man gone mad, scooting back to barely place his weight on your knees. 

“I would keep my Omega satisfied.” He nods to himself, revealing the rest of your cunt with a deep inhale. “Fuck.”

You’re perfect, absolutely perfect in every way. Twitching his cock to full size against his pelvis, he can’t stop his hips from jumping forward. Dropping the strings of your bathing suit just to sit back for a moment to drag his eyes all over your body. From your supple rounded breasts lifting up on top of the rise from your lungs expanding, to the dip in your waist trailing down to your curved hips encasing the cutest little pussy he’s ever seen. 

It wouldn’t be right for any other Alpha to have you over him. He’s the only one who would treat you right.. keep you safe and give you a good life. You’d never have to work, only worry would be to keep your Alpha pleased. Wouldn’t be hard at all judging by the way his cock can’t stop throbbing, pushing against his bottoms to be let out. 

Looks like those creeps weren’t around your thighs, that’s good.. maybe one of them got too bold while sniffing around your throat. Unless..

Sinking down lower with his stomach pressed to the bed, he nudges your knees apart more. Slipping in closer until his face is right in front of your core. “Did you let any of them touch you here?” He asks almost mindlessly. Tongue heavy and mind blanketed with a thick haze.

The Jungkook you’ve come to know as your step-brother is long gone by now, fully taken over by his Alpha instincts that crave to feel you from the inside. To stuff himself so deep inside of you so that you only taste him for weeks to come. “Let me get a look at you baby.” Sucking at the saliva pooled in his mouth, he parts your thighs open even more with a muffled groan. 

He’s not one to use terms of endearment with you ever, overcome by his desire to leave his own marks behind, he can’t stop the words from coming out of his mouth. “Just like that.” Huffing through his nose, he grabs onto your knees to press the sides of your thighs against the bed. Spreading you completely open for his curious and hungry gaze. 

Fuck. You’re already wet, so wet. There’s no way you didn’t let one of those pigs touch you here. That simply won’t do, Jungkook can’t let their scent stain your gorgeous Omegan aroma. Can’t let remnants of those Alphas remain inside of you. 

You’d let them fill you full of his seed, wouldn’t you? So desperate to be loved by anyone. You’d let them use you like nothing but a cheap Omega whore.

A twitch up your thigh under his caressing palm snaps him out of his mental despair. Shaking off his anger to squint and get a good look at your parted open labia folds. They glisten so fucking pretty. 

Looks normal, tight little hole pulsing lightly. Continuously streaming a line of slick down to the crevice between your squished buttcheeks. But maybe he needs to do a more thorough check. Really get in there.. who knows. Asshole Alphas are capable of anything.

Shifting himself into a better position for his face to hover near your cunt, he swipes a thumbs gently between your puffy outer folds. “Fucking hell..” he whispers, sucking drool once more before leaning his face in even closer. Getting his nose close enough to suck up a deep greedy inhale of your sweet slick without actually touching you, yet. 

Slick won’t stop trickling out even now, raising one of Jungkook’s eyebrows with interest as he purses his lips and blows at your exposed clit. That earns tremor through your limbs, bouncing under his hand that’s still laid on top of one of your thighs. Each small touch from his thumb moving your folds from side to side to get a look at every inch of you seems to ignite another shiver. Clenching your tight entrance each time trembles work through your body. He curses under his breath with fixated large eyes stuck on your hole, grinding his teeth together to not let out another obscene compliment about how pretty your pussy is.

It’s too much for him, already dizzied by only looking at your wet cunt. He almost caves when your thighs begin to snap around him, forcing his hand to slide off as your stomach folds in and you let out one of the sweetest pitchiest moans he’s ever heard. 

There’s no way.. no way all it took was some barely there touching to make you cum. “Did you really just—“

In full awe, he grabs onto your trembling thighs once again to set them against the bed. Returning his hand back to your pussy to stroke between your sensitive lips. “That really all it takes to get you off baby? Cause I have so much more for you.” 

Jungkook contemplates how much longer he can continue to inspect you before his dick suffocates and dies inside of his pants. Using two of his digits to hold you open, his other hand smooths up your thigh. Flicking his thumb out teasingly at the small hood hiding your clit. 

“How many Alphas have had their way with you baby?” He asks desperately. Fearing that you haven’t had many, if any at all. No slutty Omega could ever cum this easily, only one so touch deprived and needy.. “My baby sister..” he hisses, licking at his teeth. “You’re really too sweet and innocent, aren’t you?”

Stretching your slicked up folds apart again, he slowly blinks and sighs. Tapping your fluttering hole. “I’m way too big. I’ll break you.”

And that’s exactly what you need, to be broken. No other Alpha should have this chance with you. Jungkook’s doing you a favor, really. He’s doing this as a man with your best interest who cares about you and loves you.

“You’ll thank me later.” 

Settling between your thighs, he strips the strings of your swimsuit away. Sliding the material out from beneath you to leave you completely nude for his lust filled eyes. His hands itch again, slowly dragging from your ankles, up your smooth calves, to your knees and thighs. Pinching and kneading the skin lining your inner thighs as he swallows down another breathy groan and reaches for his pants. 

It’s hot as fuck inside of his boxers, sticky with precum and the heat radiating off of his skin from keeping his cock trapped for so long. He deserves an award for taking this much time to appreciate and admire you like the piece of art you are before hanging you up on his walls for no one other than himself to enjoy.

He’d bury his face between your thighs if not for the way his dick smacks against his abdomen, leaving a stream of wet above his navel. He’s shocked he didn’t cum from that alone. Softly grunting as he peels off the rest of his clothing and works simultaneously to kick and toss aside the damp materials coated with his sweat.

“That’s better.” He whispers, pulling the backs of your thighs onto his bare ones. It’s only right with the way your pussy hasn’t stopped dripping down onto the bedding that he assists your needs. Even if you were to wake up now, you wouldn’t stop him. You’d moan and beg for more. For Alpha to somehow get deeper inside of you than he already plans to.

You really are too small now that he slaps his cock down onto your mound. Rubbing his lips together as he drags the tip past your bellybutton and stays still to take in how fucking big he looks against your stomach. With his dick fully sheathed inside of you, he’ll practically be fucking between your lungs.

How is he supposed to even get his cockhead inside of your tiny little pussy? Let alone far enough inside of you to paint your cervix white with his hot cum. 

Reaching under the weight of his heavy length, he spreads your cunt open again with his digits. Struggling to hold you wide open with the amount of slick that’s gathered between your pussy folds. He shifts back letting out a wet gasp as he slides the head of his cock down to your hole. 

It’ll hurt if he fucks you already, you might even wake up. Might thrash around and shout that it’s too much, it’s too damn much for your sweet tight cunt to take. A few more thrusts and he’d have you singing a different tune. It’s just too tempting to not try, to stop himself from pushing in a mere inch of his thick girth. To watch your hole expand past the slit of his tip, fight against the wide stretch that splits you open.

Supple soft thighs twitch around him as he does just that and teases at your entrance. Biting down on his lips with wrinkled eyebrows, he can’t stop the pleasured moan that escapes. He knew you’d love it, the small bit of contact from his cock already jolting your hips up for more.

Popping the little bit of tip out that he got inside, he lets out a winded gasp. Clutching onto the base of his cock before dragging it through your folds, prodding the chubbed up flesh from side to side. “Fuck, you’re so wet. Probably thinking about me. All the ways you want Alpha to ruin your pretty fucking cunt.”

He’s delirious now, muttering nonsense the more he fights against himself to not glide his cock inside of you. A moment of silence washes over him as he takes you in one more time. How God damn pretty you look, all peaceful with shiny drool on your lips, parted open quietly panting but still loud enough for his ears to pick up on. Nipples erect, hard and pointed at him begging to be nibbled on.  

So perfect in every way. His little step-sister, his Omega. 

A quiet breathy moan draws him back, shaking his head rapidly before staring down at you with huge wide eyes. He scoops around your thighs, tugging you over his hips completely. “I know baby, I know.”

Swiping his cock between your folds again, he gets himself nice and wet. Slick dripping down to his balls before placing his cockhead against your hole again. Slowly inching closer, he stuffs the tip against your resisting hole, groaning deep as he pushes in more than just that half inch he teased you with. Getting the fat tip of his size further in until your cunt hole snaps around him and your breath catches. Chest rising faster from the intrusion of a thick size you’ve never taken before.

Wedging himself even deeper between your legs, he finds the perfect angle to start rolling his hips forward. The first thrust of his cock inside of you still struggles against how tight you are even with the amount of slick pouring out of your hole around his size. It takes a few more attempts before he finally feels himself sinking inside of your wet heat. Jaw dropping at the suck around his cock, how your walls throb against his penetrating girth and try to push him out and pull him in at the same time. It’s fucking mind numbing, rolling his eyes back as he gets the rest of his dick slotted inside of you until he’s filled you to the brim.

“Fuck baby.” A loud deep groan bursts out of him, unbothered by how loud he’s being anymore. If you wake up, then fucking wake up. He’d love to see you try to deny how good this feels, how right this is. “So warm, wet..” he rambles, going on to himself about how tight you are. How good you suck him in, clenching even tighter around him on his next thrust inside. He can’t stop groaning now, shaking sweaty strands of hair away from his face as he reaches for your waist for better leverage. Using his rough grip on you to build up speed and pin you to the bed.

“Fuckfuck!” Jungkook gets too rough too fast, stealing broken sobs out of you. Bouncing your body higher up the bed with each violent thrust until the top of your head meets the wall and he has to grab onto your shoulders to keep you in place for his cock to take and take.

“Yeah, that’s it sweetheart.” He says breathily, eyes wrinkling shut when you tighten up around him so much that he’s forced to slow down. Using extra strength to fuck in past how tight you’ve gotten, how much your pussy sucks around him indicating how close you are to release. He can’t hold back the string of curses that scream out between his grinding teeth. Pounding his cock in harder as your hips rise up from the bed like you’re offering yourself to him. Even asleep you’re such a fucking slut.

“T-too good, feel too good for me.” He nearly whimpers. Hips stilling when your thighs quiver on his and a hot stream of clear liquid shoots out around his hidden cock. Powerful enough to make him stop, out of breath and slumped over in awe watching as slick fountains out around him.

“God sweetheart, no way you seriously j-just fucking squirted.” Gasping for air, he has to tear his gaze away from where his dick begins to slide halfway out of you. Gritting his teeth to tone down the dragged out moan that slips out. Slick completely covers his groin, filthy and clumped up in his pubic hair. Wetting his cock enough for his next thrust to cram the entirety of his size inside of you seamlessly. “You’re taking me so good now. My pretty fucking Omega learns so fast.”

Jungkook hooks around your thighs, fully slotted inside of your tight delicious cunt as he props his feet hard against the mattress for better force. Throwing the fronts of your thighs to your chest, he draws out to the tip only to slam his lower half back down and pretzel you into a brutal mating press position. Determined to stuff your pussy to the brim with his seed, he pummels down harder. Building up a fast and steady rhythm from the start despite the sweat that drips down into his eyes. 

“That’s it, take it.” Curling in his upper lip, he sucks at the sweat trickling down. Dropping his body against your limp one. He sinks you deeper into the cruise ship bed that will never be the same again once he’s done with you. “Take it so fucking good, gonna fuck you full of my pups. Make you my breeding bitch.”

Lost to his Alphas desires, he continues to plow into you. Eyes heavy with sweltering body heat and sweat, failing to notice your own fluttering open. You under him, finally awoken by the overstimulating sensitivity shooting from your core.

“J-Jungkook..” you whisper helplessly. Blearily staring up at the beast on top of you having every bit of his way with you.

“Fu-fuck!” He cries out, digging into the backs of your knees. Pushing at them until they meet your shoulders and he can push his cock inside of you balls deep. The deep growling call of Alpha rips out of him, face scrunched up as hot semen ripples its way out of his heavy balls pressed to your ass. Shooting out violent streams of hot cum to coat your cervix with as he promised himself. 

Slowly heaving for breath and blinking, you meet his ravenous gaze. Opening and shutting your mouth to get some saliva on your dried tongue. Pathetically squeezing around his cock for the last bits of cum.

“Y-you came inside of me..” you say confused, sounding drowsy. Straining your neck to watch as he pulls out, releasing a loud wet pop as his softening length slaps against his upper thigh. Gleaming in remnants of your slick mixed with his seed. The feeling of emptiness between your thighs immediately sinks down your chest. Letting out a soft complaining whine, having to calm your Omega from embarrassing you and begging to be stuffed full of cock again.

Jungkook grabs onto your thighs, cupping the backs of them and hauling them up to expose your gaped cunt. The size of his thick cock leaving you stretched open, angling your hips up to watch his cum glide deeper inside of you. “I did.”

“I’m not on the pill.” You say quietly and ashamed. Turning your face to the side to bury into a pillow. 

A groan rumbles up his chest, licking at his bottom lip with a pleased hum. The visual of your pussy swallowing down his future pups and your confession shoots through his cock. “Your mom would be so proud, getting pupped by your step-brother. You could only ever pray to every deity to be so lucky.”

“You can’t..” you sigh. More exhausted now after climaxing over and over again. “They’d disown us.”

Jungkook throws your thighs down onto the bed, stroking his cock back to its fully hardened size. “Let them then.” Grabbing onto your hip, he pushes you onto your stomach. Wrapping one of his hands along the back of your neck before you can break out of the position he’s got you into. “You’re mine now Omega. Won’t stop fucking you until you’re bred full of my pups. Gonna keep you stuck on my knot from now on.”

“Jungkook..” mild fear sounds in your voice, shifting your face to plant your cheek to the bed. Peering back at him from the corner of your eye. 

“Beg for it.” He says dangerously. Slapping his full hard size against your ass. Hissing from the way your skin ripples upon contact. Soft and supple under the weight of his heavy cock.

A silent moment of curiosity and anticipation passes between you. Blinking long and slow at him before pouting. “Alpha..”

“Say it.”

“Alpha, please,” shoving your stomach against the bed, you arch out. Presenting your bottom to him. “Knot me.”

[bts-ruu]

The Price of Desire

Summary: You had unknowingly stirred a storm the previous day, and Jungkook's calm demeanour had masked his growing frustration. This morning, your actions had reignited the flames, and Jungkook's mind began to wander to the consequences of your behaviour. Unbeknownst to you, he had started pondering on a matter that would make you realize the gravity of your actions. Little did you know, keeping secrets from your boyfriend and testing his patience would soon catch up with you.

Pairing: AngryBf! HardDom! Jungkook x reader

Genre: One shot. Smut with fluff. Minders DNI.

Warnings: established relationship, explicit language, confusion, Confrontation, Betrayal, Secrets, Oral sex (m,f), Some biting, Marking, Angry Jungkook, HardDom!Jungkook, Daddy kink, Spanking, Dumbification if you squint, Use of Strength, Punishment, possessiveness, Jealousy, Orgasm denial, Nipple play, Choking, Bondage, Dirty talk, Use of sex toy, Manhandling, Deep throat, MIRRORS!, Unprotected sex between established relationship, missionary, backshots, cowgirl, Creampie, Squirting, Multiple orgasm, Improper use of bench, Fluff, Aftercare.

A/N: Aahh! This has been in my thoughts ever since I saw Jungkook working out bare chest. It drove me crazy. He is so hot. I have been working on it for months to capture all my thoughts. Just writing my filthy thoughts. Idk just leave me alone!

Hope you like it. Please share with your friends if you like it & please interact with it as well.

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Jungkook walked through the door, exhausted from his non-stop schedule of his dance studio. Taking off his shoes and wearing house slippers, his eyes scanned the room, searching for his love, and his heart skipped a beat when he spotted you standing in the kitchen, phone pressed to your ear. He was busy for a few weeks continuously is an understatement. But so were you, maybe less, but still, you were.

"Hey, baby," he said, wrapping his arms around you in a brief hug, his lips brushing against yours in a gentle kiss.

You smiled, your eyes sparkling, and replied, "Hey."

Jungkook couldn't quite put his finger on it, but you looked radiant, glowing even? Maybe it was the soft lighting in the kitchen or the way your hair fell in loose waves down your back. Whatever it was, he couldn't help but feel drawn to you.

As you continued your phone call with your colleague, Jungkook took a moment to appreciate the warmth and comfort of your home. You two had built a life together, one filled with love, laughter, and passion. Your chemistry was undeniable, and your relationship had only grown stronger with each passing day. Well-settled, and you both had successful careers.

But what made your bond truly special was your incredible sex life – or at least, that's what Jungkook thought.

Until today.

Jungkook couldn't shake the feeling that something was different, something that went beyond the surface level. He pushed the thought aside, attributing it to his own exhaustion.

Jungkook's exhaustion melted away as he entered their shared bedroom, seeking fresh clothes for a well-deserved shower. His gaze drifted toward the closet, but his attention was hijacked by the nightstand.

He froze, eyes widening in shock.

Your favourite sex toy lay there, gleaming in the soft light. Jungkook's mind reeled. "Did you? Did you play with yourself?" The thought trailed off, quickly dismissing the idea. 'No, you would never pleasure yourself without him.’

Maybe, just maybe, you were hinting that you were in the mood?

But then, his eyes locked onto the dampness on the toy. His legs moved on their own accord, drawing him closer, his heart racing. He picked up the toy, bringing it to his nose. The scent hit him like a tidal wave.

"Fucking hell," he muttered, his groan stuck in his throat.

The aroma was unmistakable – your scent, your essence. Jungkook's body responded, desire coursing through his veins. Yet, a spark of irritation flared within him. Jungkook was torn – aroused yet infuriated.

Why would you do this? He had one rule: Never touch yourself without his permission. If you had asked him, he would never deny you. Hell! He would pleasure you himself - If you were that needy. He would let you do anything, would always satisfy your needs and fulfil your every desire.

Jungkook's thoughts swirled, conflicting emotions warring inside him.

'Why did you do this without me?'

'Did you need it that badly?'

'Why didn't you ask?'

He recalled the countless times he'd pleasured you, the ways he'd made you scream with delight. His pride stirred, mixed with a dash of possessiveness.

As he stood there, frozen in turmoil, the sound of sizzling vegetables and gentle humming drifted from the kitchen. You were unaware of the storm brewing within him.

Jungkook's grip on the toy tightened, his mind racing with questions and emotions. He knew he had to confront you, to understand why you'd broken his rule.

The dinner preparations continued, oblivious to the tension building in the bedroom.

Jungkook's thoughts swirled as he stood frozen, the toy still clutched in his hand. He felt a mix of emotions: desire, possessiveness, and a hint of hurt. Why did you do this without him? The thought kept repeating in his mind.

He took a deep breath, attempting to calm himself. Maybe there was a reasonable explanation. Maybe you were just...

The sound of your laughter carried from the kitchen, followed by the clinking of dishes. Jungkook's head snapped at the bedroom door and his heart skipped a beat. Eyes unfocused, moving around in bedroom, he couldn't shake the image of you, alone in their bedroom, pleasuring yourself.

As Jungkook replaced the toy on the nightstand, his mind still reeled from the discovery. With a newfound sense of determination, he turned on his heels, intent on confronting you, as he neared the kitchen, he heard you saying your goodbye on the phone,

"Good timing," he muttered to himself.

But the doorbell rang, interrupting his thoughts.

You were still in the kitchen, wrapping up your phone call. Jungkook didn't spare you a glance, his eyes fixed on the door. He opened it to reveal Jin, holding a basket of freshly picked fruits.

"Hey, Junkookie!" Jin said, beaming. "I brought some goodies from my garden."

Jungkook invited Jin in, and they settled onto the couch. You emerged from the kitchen with a glass of water for Jin.

"Ahh, thank you, Y/N-ah," Jin said, accepting the glass.

Jungkook's gaze drifted away, playing with his lip piercing, his mind still consumed by the toy. Jin's chatter brought him back to the present.

"...and then I realized I had to prune the trees sooner," Jin said, chuckling.

You excused yourself, asking Jin if he'd stay for dinner. Jin declined, citing another engagement.

"Okay, no worries," you said, smiling. "I'll get back to cooking."

As you re-entered the kitchen, you suddenly remembered the toy. Your heart skipped a beat.

Shit!

SHIT!

Panic set in your chest. Before you could hide the evidence, your phone rang, distracting you. You forgot about the toy momentarily.

Glancing back at the living room, you saw Jungkook laughing with Jin. You breathed a sigh of relief. He might haven't seen it yet.

You quickly slipped into the bedroom, snatched the toy from the nightstand, and rushed to the bathroom. Your hands trembled as you washed and wiped the toy clean. As you dumped it in the bottom drawer of the sink cabinet where it belongs, you caught your reflection. Flushed and panting, you looked like you'd committed a crime.

Why was I so scared? He didn't even see it. If he had, he would've said something.

You shook your head, laughing at your own paranoia. Promising yourself you'd confess later, you composed yourself and headed back to the kitchen.

Jin's goodbye to Jungkook drifted from the living room. You timed your entrance perfectly, pretending you'd been in the kitchen all along.

Closing the door behind Jin, Jungkook walked towards the kitchen, his eyes locked onto your back. He pushed his messy hair back with his tattooed hand a habitual gesture that betrayed his turmoil, and shoved his left hand deep into his pants pocket.

Pausing for a moment, he seemed to consider speaking up, but his lips remained sealed.

Tonguing his cheeks, Jungkook continued walking towards the bedroom. His mind replayed the events of the evening, particularly the moment he saw you sneaking into the bedroom while he was engrossed in conversation with Jin.

He was convinced that you had hidden the sex toy.

As he entered the bedroom, Jungkook's gaze swept the room, searching for any sign of the toy. His suspicion was confirmed: your sex toy was nowhere to be seen. Expertly hidden.

The nightstand, where he had last seen it, was now empty and the surface was spotless.

Jungkook's eyes narrowed, his thoughts swirling.

You had clearly tried to conceal the evidence.

But why?

Was it guilt or embarrassment?

Or was it something more?

Jungkook's mind raced with questions, his emotions oscillating between frustration and curiosity.

He knew he had to confront you about this.

But how?

And when?

For now, he decided to keep his discovery to himself, observing your behaviour, waiting for the perfect moment to address the issue.

Fishing new clothes from his closet, he headed towards the bathroom, stripped off his clothes, stepping into the shower he placed his palms on the tiled wall and hung his head low in the water stream. Warm water cascaded down his body, but his mind remained tense.

‘Why would you hide that toy? Why did you feel the need to use it in the first place?’

‘Was he not enough for you?’

‘Did he neglect you somehow?’ eyes snapping up, his expressions changed to shock.

‘Did you try to communicate your needs, but he was too busy?’

‘Is he lacking somewhere in satisfying you?’ his eyebrows furrowed.

‘Do you not feel safe with him to talk about your needs with him?’ face changed from shock to pained expression.

Self-doubt and anger mingled within him. He punched the tiles in frustration, the sound echoing through the shower area. The pain radiating from his fist was nothing compared to the turmoil brewing inside him.

Taking a deep breath, Jungkook tried to calm himself down.

Washing off the remaining soap, he turned off the water and stepped out of the shower cabin. Grabbing a towel, he began to dry himself, his movements brisk and efficient. As he stood in front of the mirror, he gazed at his reflection. His eyes were still blazing with anger, his jaw clenched.

"Whatever it is," he muttered to himself, "you still shouldn't have done it."

The words hung in the air, a reminder of his unresolved emotions.

Jungkook took another deep breath, trying to shake off the lingering frustration.

He put on fresh clothes – a simple white shirt and black pants – and headed towards the kitchen.

The aroma of dinner wafted through the air, enticing his senses.

But his appetite was dampened by the thoughts still swirling in his mind.

As he entered the kitchen, Jungkook's gaze lingered on you, searching for any sign of awareness. Did you know what he'd found? Did you intentionally leave it out?

When you turned around, Jungkook's gaze fell upon you once more, his eyes locking onto the phone clutched between your ear and shoulder. Your bright smile and gentle humming only added to his growing unease.

You caught his eye and said, "Yes, he is. He's as amazing as he always is with me," accompanied by a playful wink.

Jungkook's heart clenched, a pang of hurt and betrayal shooting through him.

If you felt that way, why didn't you tell him about your needs?

You placed the pan beside your dishes and covered the phone's mouthpiece with your hand.

"This is my best friend," you explained, noticing Jungkook's intense stare.

He nodded curtly, trying to mask his turmoil.

Pulling out a chair, Jungkook sat down, but his appetite had vanished.

Bubbling with anger and frustration.

He needs to talk to you. But you seemed too busy, too content without him. You didn't even need him now.

He forced down a few spoonful of food, the taste bland in his mouth.

As dinner progressed, Jungkook's silence grew more pronounced. His mind raced with questions, and his body ached with desire, he felt suffocated.

Suddenly, he stood up, startling you.

Your confused expression and mouthful of food only added to Jungkook's agitation.

You gestured with your hands, asking, "What?"

"I have some work to do with Jimin," Jungkook said abruptly, referencing the task Jin hyung had mentioned during his visit.

Without giving you a chance to respond, Jungkook swiftly departed, leaving you bewildered and concerned.

The door closed behind him, leaving you wondering what had just happened.

Needing solace, Jungkook got into his car and began driving without a specific destination in mind. The winding roads and soothing hum of the engine helped clear his thoughts.

Letting the window down, the cool breeze swept through his still-damp hair, carrying the scent of the night.

As he drove, Jungkook's mind wandered back to you and the events of the evening.

After an hour of driving, he found himself at a familiar spot – the overlook where the entire city sparkled like diamonds.

This was your spot, a place where memories lingered.

It had been too long since you both came here together, lost in each other's eyes.

Recalling those moments, a gentle smile crept onto Jungkook's face.

Ruffling his hair, he thought, "Coming here was a good decision."

The peaceful atmosphere calmed his racing thoughts.

With both hands, Jungkook swept his hair back, securing it behind his head.

He sighed, feeling the tension ease from his shoulders.

Gazing out at the city lights and starry sky, Jungkook's thoughts began to untangle.

The stars above twinkled like reminders of the love you shared. Jungkook's heart still ached, but the pain was now tempered by nostalgia. He remembered the laughter, the whispers, and the promises made under these same stars.

Closing his eyes, Jungkook let the night air envelop him.

For the first time since the discovery, he felt his emotions balancing.

Jungkook knew what he needed to do. He would confront you, but calmly, with a clear mind.

The darkness surrounding him was no longer suffocating. Instead, it felt like a blanket, wrapping him in comfort. He was ready to face whatever lay ahead.

It was past midnight when Jungkook returned home, resolved to give you a chance to confess first.

Opening the main door with his keys, the darkness enveloped him.

He checked his phone, still on silent mode, and saw three missed calls from you and several messages.

One from Jimin caught his eye: "You're with me, but busy? Where the hell are you?"

Jungkook sighed, locking his phone.

Sneaking into the bedroom, he found you asleep, clutching your mobile in your hand. Your peaceful face and gentle grip on the phone made Jungkook chuckle. You must have been worried. His heart softened, he felt a pang of guilt for leaving abruptly.

But he refrained from pulling you close.

Slipping under the sheets, Jungkook rested his hands behind his head, gazing at the ceiling.

The urge to pull you close and kiss you was strong. But his lingering anger and desire for answers kept him still.

You stirred in your sleep, whispering without opening your eyes, "Where were you?"

"Working," Jungkook replied curtly, avoiding eye contact. "Go back to sleep. We'll talk tomorrow."

You settled back into slumber.

Jungkook turned his back to you, his mind racing. He contemplated your punishment if you didn't confess tomorrow. A sly smile spread across his face.

"You'll pay for keeping secrets from me," he thought, as he fell into the slumber.

Jungkook woke to an empty space beside him, the morning light illuminating your absence. He heard the sizzle of breakfast from the kitchen, signalling your early rise.

Freshening up, Jungkook joined you, his footsteps quiet on the tile floor. No greeting escaped his lips as he sat at the dining table. You had already poured him a glass of juice, and he picked it up, taking a sip.

You turned, startled, hand on your heart.

"Gosh, baby, you scared me!"

Usually, Jungkook would tease and laugh at this, but today he remained silent.

His eyes didn't meet yours.

He focused on the pancakes. He dug into the pancakes you had put in front of him, his hunger finally satisfied after last night's minimal dinner.

Seating on a chair opposite him, you greeted him with a nervous "Good morning, love." filling the silence.

Jungkook hummed, nodded, still avoiding eye contact.

"Jungkook?" you said, voice laced with concern.

His gaze snapped up.

You never called each other by name, especially when alone.

You looked nervous, fidgeting with your hands.

Jungkook's heart softened slightly, thinking maybe you'd confess.

Explain why you sought solo pleasure.

Without him.

Without his permission.

His eyes locked onto yours. Anticipation hung between you. The moment teetered.

Your nervous chuckle grated on Jungkook's ears. "Are-are you angry at me or something?"

Straightening his lips, he replied, "No, why? Should I be angry at you?"

His raised eyebrow, daring you to confess. The silence between you was palpable, heavy with unspoken words.

Your lips moved.

Jungkook's eyes locked onto yours, searching for any sign of guilt or explanation.

But your gaze darted away, avoiding his.

Biting your lips you shook your head, and said, "No," avoiding eye contact.

You missed Jungkook's fleeting disappointment. His jaw ticked. His expression turned neutral. You didn't notice the subtle change. Jungkook decided against confrontation. If you wouldn't confess, he wouldn't reveal his knowledge. Punishment would come, but not now. He'd maintain normalcy.

Finishing breakfast, Jungkook helped clean the table. At the sink, he took the dishes from you. "Let me." You didn't suspect a thing; Jungkook was always helpful.

Jungkook missed how you stopped at the kitchen exit, hesitating. Looking back at Jungkook's bent head, you thought, "I should tell him." But work beckoned. You pushed the thought away. Getting ready for office, and Jungkook followed suit.

At the main door, Jungkook pecked your lips.

"Goodbye, princess. See you in the evening."

You smiled, unaware of the unspoken tension. Only when you were apart did you realize: Jungkook hadn't said "I love you."

A hollow feeling settled in. Was everything okay? You pushed the doubt aside. Focus on work. You would confess him tonight. Tonight would bring clarity.

Or so you hoped.

Jungkook's troubled mind couldn't focus on dance moves, so he left his studio early, arriving home around 3 pm.

He swiftly changed into comfortable clothes, his thoughts still consumed by you.

At the bar, Jungkook poured whiskey over ice, the clink of glass a stark contrast to his turbulent emotions.

Sitting on the couch, he contemplated your punishment, scenarios unfolding in his mind.

As the whiskey warmed his chest, a sly smile spread across his face. A plan took shape. Finishing his drink, Jungkook rose, determination etched on his features.

In his bedroom, he gathered necessities for his plan.

Next stop: the home gym.

He tucked everything into a hidden drawer, ensuring secrecy.

The clock read almost 5 pm. Your return was imminent.

Jungkook shed his shirt, opting for gray sweatpants. He began working out with weights, sweat dripping as his intensity grew.

Each rep forged resolve. His mind focused on the impending confrontation.

The door would soon open.

Jungkook's grip on the weights tightened. 

You pulled into the driveway, surprised to see Jungkook's car already parked in the garage. After weeks of late nights, his early return thrilled you.

You envisioned a relaxing evening together. Stepping into the house, silence enveloped you.

No Jungkook in the kitchen or bedroom. Your curiosity piqued.

A faint grunting noise drifted from the home gym. Rolling your eyes, you smiled.

"Of course, Jungkook would spend any free time he have in the gym."

You headed toward the gym. The door was already open, revealing Jungkook's focused form.

Sweat-drenched, muscles tensed, he lifted weights with precision.

Your presence remained unnoticed.

His concentration was solely on his workout. Jungkook's eyes, fixed on his reflection

You leaned against the doorway, mesmerized by Jungkook's beauty. His intensity drew you in. Sitting on a bench, bicep curling weights, his muscles flexing. His thick thighs manspread in his gray sweats. His side profile faced you. Grunting, lips bitten, looking at his reflection, your eyes locked onto his sweat-glistened torso making your core tingle.

‘Gosh, how does he look so hot?’ you thought.

"Hey baby," you said, announcing your presence stepping inside the room.

Jungkook's gaze remained fixed on the mirror.

No response.

No acknowledgment.

Just: "You're back. Good. Get undressed."

His voice was low, commanding.

You froze, mid step.

Eyes wide.

"Huh?" you stuttered.

Jungkook repeated, voice firm:

"You heard me. Get naked. Don't make me repeat myself."

Still, no eye contact. Your mind reeled.

The weights clinked as Jungkook continued his workout.

His reflection showed a determined face.

Your heart pounded.

Uncertainty mixed with excitement. "Oh! Oohhh... So he's in that mood." You thought, a thrill running through your veins. You always loved it when Jungkook got like this - intense, commanding, and unstoppable. It’s not your first time to engage in such kind of erotic play.

Without hesitation, you started unbuttoning your shirt, your fingers trembling slightly. The sound of the weights and Jungkook's steady breathing filled the air, heightening the tension.

As you revealed your skin, inch by inch, Jungkook's focus remained on his workout. His determination was palpable, his muscles rippling beneath his sweat-drenched skin.

You couldn't help but admire him, his raw power and authority drawing you in. Your heart pounded faster, anticipation coursing through your veins.

The shirt slipped off your shoulders, pooling on the floor. You stood there, exposed, waiting for Jungkook's next command.

The Lat Pull Down Cable Machine creaked as Jungkook pulled the weight down, his biceps flexing. His eyes remained fixed on the mirror, his reflection a testament to his unwavering focus.

Your breath caught in your throat. What would he ask of you next? Would you be able to keep up with his demands?

The silence between you was electric, heavy with expectation. You knew that once you crossed this threshold, there would be no turning back.

Jungkook's voice cut through the tension, firm and unyielding: "Continue."

Jungkook's tone left no room for discussion.

The air was charged with anticipation.

Your eyes locked onto Jungkook, engrossed in his workout, his hair falling over his intense eyes. Your gaze lingered, sensing something different. But Jungkook's expression remained neutral.

Hands shaking, you wondered why. Unzipping and removing your skirt, you glanced up at Jungkook.

Panting, sweat-drenched hair, and body glistening with perspiration.

Your heart racing, chest heaving, cheeks flushing pink.

You reach behind you and unclasp your bra, removing it. Your nipples hardening in the cool air.

Jungkook continued his workout, unfazed.

Confusion crept in.

Standing near the counter, you cleared your throat.

Jungkook's gaze met yours through the mirror. He released the cable, weights thudding down.

You flinched.

"What part of 'get naked' didn't you understand?" he asked sternly.

His forearm rested on his thighs, eyes burning with intensity.

Mumbling apologies, you hastily hooked your thumbs in your panty’s waistband and pulled them down, finally removing everything.

Goosebumps spread across your skin under Jungkook's shameless gaze.

To avoid his intense stare, you bend down to gather your clothes.

But Jungkook stops you with a firm "let it be."

He instructs, "Get on the counter."

You look at the counter behind you, then back at Jungkook, stunned.

This is so unexpected.

With a huff, Jungkook gets up and strides towards you.

Your breath hitched as you shift nervously on your legs.

Standing before you, Jungkook towers over you.

"I said," he repeated, grasping your hips. He lifts you up and sets you on the counter. With a firm, ungentle touch. “Get, on the counter.” With a gruff voice. Unaccustomed to this rough handling, you gasped.

Jungkook's eyes blazed with determination.

Jungkook's towering figure loomed over you, lips whispering against yours.

You tilted your head, closing your eyes, anticipating a kiss.

Instead, Jungkook grabs you by knees and spreads your legs.

Gasping, your eyes snapped open.

He's shamelessly looking at your core.

You should be embarrassed at how wet you've become. Jungkook hasn't even touched you yet.

Your body trembled. Heart pounding.

Jungkook's grip remained firm. His next move hung in the balance.

Jungkook's gaze locked onto your core, shamelessly drinking in the sight.

Your embarrassment was palpable. Wetness betrayed your arousal.

Jungkook's eyes sparkled with knowledge. He stepped between your thighs, biting his lip.

"Ooh, princess, what do I do with you?" he whispered.

Tilting your head, you looked up at his face confused.

But Jungkook doesn't let you process.

His hands slid up and down your thighs, kneading. He trails wet kisses down your neck and across your collarbone, living marks. Your breath hitched, head falling back as you surrendered to the sensations Jungkook was creating. Your confusion was lost in the sensation.

His veiny hands roamed over your body, exploring every inch, his fingers tracing the curve of your waist, caressing up and down your spine, he groped your butt making you let out a throaty moan. Holding both of your breasts, his fingers pinched your nipples, rolling them between his fingers. Making you whine.

Jungkook's mouth claimed your left breast.

Rough, urgent.

You whimper and shudder at his behaviour. Jungkook's being so rough, yet you're getting wetter. Jungkook nibbles on your nipple, teeth grazing, lips sucking. You moan, arching your back, as Jungkook's rough ministrations sends shivers down your spine.

Running his hands down your thighs, your knees, your calf, he holds your ankles and hoists both of your leg’s heels on the edge of the counter. Moving his hands back to your core he stops sucking at your nipple. Jungkook's gaze drops to your core, and he growls.

"So wet...without even touching you."

Humming he spreads your vertical lips with both of his thumbs. You bite your bottom lip looking up at him waiting for him anticipating what he would do next. Jungkook runs his tattooed pointer finger in between your lips. Moving towards your entrance he gathers your wetness and rubs it on your clit.

"Fuck," you cursed, closing eyes.

Your hand instinctively grasped his shoulder.

He gently holds your wrist and removes your hand from his shoulder pinning it on the counter.

"Kook...baby..." you whisper, unsure what's gotten into him.

He doesn't respond, he looks at you. His mouth moving to your right breast, sucking your nipple while running his finger back in your pussy lips. His finger danced within. Smearing wetness, on your clit. Teasing.

He is touching you but not touching you to get you off. Your pleasure built.

Jungkook released your nipple with a pop, covered with his saliva & red marks. With a satisfied hum, he stands straight and retracts his hand away from your core. Your whine was met with silence.

Pulling a drawer open from beside your left leg. He fishes out a red rope. Your eyes widen in excitement, core pulsing.

Jungkook's gaze lingered on your face then down to your heaving chest. Unlooping the rope, he wrapped it around your waist.

Ok! You are way too confused. He has not discussed anything about this to you prior, like he usually does. No warning. In fact he hasn’t talked much to you. And he had definitely never tied a rope around your waist. You thought he was gonna tie your hands or legs or something.

Jungkook’s silence and unexpected actions left you bewildered.

Deciding to voice your confusion "Koo—" you began.

His finger on your lips silenced you.

"Shuuu..."

A gentle shake of his head. Expressions unreadable.

"It’s daddy, princess," he whispered.

You gulped and bite your lips to keep your mouth shut.

Letting him continue, your mind raced.

Looping the rope under your thighs, crisscrossing your pubic area. Making you unable to put your legs down.

Each twist heightened your anticipation.

Once done, Jungkook nodded, satisfied.

You glanced down, curious.

Jungkook's finger lifted your chin.

"Eyes on me," he commanded.

Jungkook's gaze held yours, his hand disappearing into the drawer beside the first one and fishes something out, you cannot see it. Too scared to look away.

The sound of a plug being inserted heightened your anticipation.

He watches at you one last time, his eyes burning with intensity. Breathing shallow. You feel something cold & stiff touched inside of your thigh; making you gasp.

With a sly smirk jungkook glides the object up nearing your core.

You feel before you hear a hum of a vibrator pressed on your pussy lips, sending shivers all over.

Jungkook moves the vibrator in between your pussy lips drenching it in your wetness. He moves it to your entrance teasing you. You moan, eyes threatening to close. Jungkook teased your entrance, then positions the vibrator onto your clit.

"Fucckkk!" you cursed, head thrown back.

Jungkook holds you roughly by your jaw, forcing you to look directly at him.

Commanding "Keep your eyes on me," gritting his teeth.

Half-lidded, you obeyed.

Vibrator buzzing, lips parting. Your hips move on their own. Jungkook looks down where the vibrator is pressed seeing your essence flowing down your ass.

He curses, eyes snapping back to your face contoured in pleasure. Biting your bottom lip, you are looking at him with half lidded eyes. He knows your high is near. He knows your body like the back of his hand. As you get closer you move your hand to hold him by his shoulders.

He growls “Keep your hands off of me.”

Your eyes open with a shock because of his tone. He is angry. You doubt if you read him wrong. Is this your punishment? Did you do something? You try to think with your fuzzy brain.

Your thoughts are wiped off as he puts a tattooed finger in you. “Oh my god, daddy.” He growls with satisfaction hearing you moan.

His lips roam your body, teasing and sucking your nipples, kissing your neck.

You're lost in the sensations, your mind foggy.

"Daddy, please..." you beg, unsure what you're asking for.

He pulls back, eyes blazing with intensity.

"Please what, princess?" he asks, voice low and husky.

You swallow hard, unsure how to respond.

He pulls his finger out of you, his other hand still holding the vibrator on your clit. His fingers brush against your folds, and you shudder.

"Daddy!" you cry out.

Holding the bottom lip with his upper teeth, he pushes two fingers inside you with force, making you gasp and moan and arch your back at sudden intrusion. Your hips bucking against Jungkook’s hand.

"You're so tight...and wet."

His face so close to you. You can feel his breath on your cheeks.

"Tell me, princess...why did you play with yourself?"

His voice is laced with a hidden edge. Observing you closely.

You freeze, realization dawning. Your eyes widen in shock.

He knows!

Lifting his eyebrows he says “Oh, yes I know.” With smirk.

"Oh, No. Da.Daddy...I—"

"Don't lie to me," he interrupts, eyes narrowing.

"I saw the toy."

Your face burns with shame.

"I'll tell you...later..." you stammer.

Jungkook's expression darkens.

"Now," he demands.

His fingers continue their sensual assault. Thrusting his fingers in and out of you with speed. Your wetness making them glide smoothly. Vibrator circling on your clit.

You're torn between pleasure and guilt.

"Please...Daddy..." you plead, voice trembling with desperation.

He leans in, lips inches from yours.

"Tell me," he whispers, watching your reaction closely.

You couldn’t even look at him because of guilt, averting your eyes. Sensing you won’t be answering him, He brings the said fingers out of your core drenched in your essence eliciting a whimper from you and brings them towards his mouth sucking at them moaning around his fingers.

Your fall back on the wall unable to hold much longer, clutching the edge of the counter with your hands desperately, you buck your hips on vibrator and urge “Please, daddy.” Your voice breathless and needy. You didn't even have to complete a sentence and yet he understood what you wanted. Looking down at your pussy picking some more of your essence to lick, he curtly says 

“Not yet.” 

Your body trembles, yearning for sweet release.

Jungkook flips the vibrator upside down and nestling it with in the crisscross pattern he made on your pubic, with ropes. It sits precariously above your clit, barely touching it, yet making it buzz with pleasure. Giving you not enough but still keeping you on edge. You gasp and look down at what he just did. You cannot grasp what just happened. Looking up at jungkook you ask “Daddy?”

Jungkook just smirks at you. Stepping back he looks at you up and down. Admiring his handiwork. Playing with his lip piercing.

He again puts his hand in the same drawer and fish out a remote control and holds it beside his face with tattooed hand and makes a show off flicking his wrist by clicking a button and the vibration on your clit intensifies, making you hiss.

He stands in front of you, crossing his hand over his broad chest. Smirking, looking at you shamelessly, and licking his lips, happy with his work.

Leaving the edge of the counter your hand extends towards him “Daddy.”

He doesn't say anything, tonguing his cheeks Jungkook keeps looking at you, you bring that hand towards your waist. He is quick to tell you to ‘keep your hands on the counter.’ You keep your hand back on edge of the counter dejectedly.

Leaving you there on the counter panting and on edge Jungkook goes back to his work out to complete his set. 

Jungkook continues to change the vibrator's speed, alternating between high and low, while simultaneously working out and repeatedly grunting as he lifts weights, his sweat-glistened Greek God physique on full display.

When you move your hand even an inch closer to your core from the counter, he orders you to “Hands on the counter.” and continues his work out looking at you. Usually he would enjoy a good music while his workout, but today, he will be enjoying your moans and suffering while doing his workout.

And you sit there writhing, watching your gorgeous boyfriend repeatedly grunting out as he lifts his weights, and it was the sexiest thing you could’ve ever witnessed. 

The light glow of sweat on him didn’t help at all, not to mention the huffs and puffs and tempting way he bit down on his lip as he continued his reps. His grey sweatpants still weren’t man spread friendly, and you now gained an all-exclusive view.  

You were growing more desperate by the second, his biceps repeatedly flexing, arms decorated with veins and tattoos that attractively ran down his skin as he worked out his already broad sweaty bare chest, Fuck he looks so hot and it’s not helping you when you are not allowed to touch or cum. Unfulfilled desire vibrates through your veins. You mewl because of it.

Jungkook looks at you through the mirror & asks “What's wrong princess?” As if he didn't put you through this misery.

You beg him “Please daddy. Aaah please mmh. s.so.oh.rry.. please, l.let me cum. I am ss..so close.” He gets annoyed by your constant pleading.  Abandoning the weights Jungkook gets up and comes towards you. 

Your heart races with eager expectations, thinking, now you will get what you want. But confusion decorates your face when instead of coming towards you, jungkook walks past you to the last drawer of the counter, he opens a drawer and pulls out a ball gag. Your eyes go big and jaw drops as you gasp. With a smirk jungkook walks to you and taking advantage of your surprise puts a gag on your open mouth and clasps it behind your head.

He steps back and gives you a once over and warns with a stern face “Whine more and I will double your punishment.” Unknowingly your thighs close to squeeze and Jungkook roughly pulls them apart.

“Keep your legs open princess, let me see that greedy pussy, I like the view while exercising.”

Walking back Jungkook sits on a bench & starts exercising again. Later he glances over, he watches you resting your head back on a wall, eyes closed, breathing heavy. Your desperation palpable. He extracts a remote from his pocket and adjusts the setting. The sensation intensifies.

Your muffled cries grow urgent. Your body stains, pleading for release. You couldn't stop your right hand moving towards your pussy when you heard him roar,

“Don't you fucking dare touch that pussy without my permission again. You did it yesterday and when I asked you in the morning, if you did anything to make me angry, you lied to me.”

He gets up & comes to you. Smirking Jungkook’s voice drops an octave a dark gleam in his eyes “You thought you could keep it a secret, didn’t you? Well, now you’ll pay the price.”

Your eyes widen. Your body trembling now with fear and embarrassment. Eyes tearing up in shame.

Jungkook’s eyes softens looking at your state. He cradles your face with his left hand and softly asks

“Oh princess, you should have come to me if you were that needy. You know I am always up to pleasure you. Do you not trust me now?”

A hint of sadness flickered in his gaze, a glimmer of distress, exposed the depth of his feelings.

You shake your head in no. And try to say through the gag “No daddy, I do trust you. Please forgive me. ‘m sorry.”

Shaking his head sideways “Sorry won't do princess you have been a bad girl, so you have to take your punishment. Now be a good girl & let me finish my workout. Ok?”

You sob "Please daddy."

Jungkook clicks his tongue "Patience princess just a few more minutes. If you behave and take your punishment I will give you everything you want."

You nod with teary eyes. Jungkook pets your head and goes back. He takes the plates of weight and putts them on the rod. He then proceeds to put that rod on his waist keeping his back on the bench and feet on the floor. He starts doing bridges looking straight at you.

You can’t help but remember all the times he had fucked you like this on your couch. You moan involuntarily. Your pussy clenching on nothing. Jungkook smirks and continues huffing and moaning purposefully. He knows what he is doing to you. Squeezing your eyes shut you throw your head back. Your legs trembling with need to cum. Frustrated arousal simmers down on below the surface. You can't look at him. Otherwise you are sure you would cum. He’s too fucking hot!

He barks “How many times do I have to remind you to keep your eyes on me princess?”

You look back at him with eyes filled with lust. Fuck! you look so hot & fucked out already.

The way you are behaving makes Jungkook’s chest puff up with pride. Boosts his ego to know watching him is making you hornier. He is going to lose his mind. He wants to fuck you so bad, but he also has to teach you a lesson.

He gets on the floor & starts doing push-ups keeping eyes locked on you. Looking at your flushed face, messy hairs, your heaving chest, your nipples, your contracting stomach, your weeping pussy - clenching on nothing, trembling thighs. Hands clenching the edge of a counter. Toes curled in. Hearing your moans, your whimpers, the way your eyes have tears flowing down your cheeks from desperation to cum. Your lips drooling saliva. “Fuck” He curse under his breath. He puts one knee on the floor and moves his hips like he is thrusting in you.

You again moan. Your legs threatening to close. Mumbling something behind the gag. Hips moving desperately to get the feel of the vibrator more on your clit.

He chuckles and comes up to you again. You see his sweaty body and a bulge evident in his sweats. Proof that it's affecting him just as much as you. Unknowingly you spread your legs for him as he gets closer to you.

Your sobs echo with desperate desire. “Daddy, pleeease.”

Jungkook decreases the speed of vibrator to the lowest, he wipes your drool bellow your bottom lip with his thumb and sucks on it. You stare at his lips with hooded eyes.

“Did watching me workout make you drool princess?”

You get embarrassed but still nod, staring at his chest, unable to look in his eyes.

He keeps his thumb & forefinger on your chin making you look up “Words princess.”

“Yes daddy.”

“Hmmm? Did it make you wanna cum just by looking at daddy?”

You whimper, a breathy yes leaving your lips and ball gag.

“You do?”

You shake your head in yes and say “Yes. Please daddy.”

Jungkook mocks you pouting “But you look so pretty like this.”

Tears of frustration stream down your face. Sobbing you say “Pleasepleaseplease daddy, ‘m sorry. Pleaseee” Hiccupping “let me cum.”

“Hmmm?” tilting his head jungkook asks “What do you want princess? You wanna cum on this vibrator? Or you want daddy to play with you?”

Immediately you say “YOU! Want you daddy.”

With a playful smirk and teasing tone, feigning deafness and raised eyebrow jungkook tilted his head, ear inclined,

“Hmm? What was that? What do you want? Speak up princess.”

You try harder to talk through the gag “I want you daddy. Want you to play with me.”

“Hmmm. See it wasn't that hard to ask daddy to play with you, now, was it?”

You shake your head. Messy hair moving along. Looking down ashamed you apologise for the nth time tonight. “Sorry daddy.”

Jungkook again pinches your chin to make you look up.

“Hey, never be ashamed to ask me what you want, alright?”

You nod “Yes daddy.”

Jungkook clicks off the vibrator pulling it out of rope from over your clit and puts it on a counter. He then unties and discards the rope on the floor. And removes the gag. He cups your face & kisses you on the lips tenderly. But moves away too fast for your liking. Making you chase his mouth.

Keeping his palm on just below your waist, jungkook moves away giving you space and says “Hop” gesturing with eyes to the floor.

You groan when you stretch your legs, then jump but stumble. Jungkook catches you and leads you towards the bench he was working on by keeping a hand on your lower back. You walk on wobbling legs towards the bench.

He makes you lie on the bench and kisses your forehead and enquires “You good?” you nod.

He captures your lips in a heated kiss, you while softly rubbing your arms & thighs making you relax a bit. Breaking the kiss he straightens one side of the bench to make you sit up. He straddles you.

Tapping your lips he says “Open” and when you do, he holds your jaw open with his fingers and pushes his cock in your mouth, ordering you “Don't close.”

You didn't even realize when he removed his pants.

Panting he instructs “Tongue out.”

You obey eagerly looking up at him. His smell enveloped you, masculine and enticing. His warmth lingered on your tongue. His precum beckoned. A subtle tang of salt and skin. With fluttering eyes, you savoured the taste.

A deep exhale, eyes closed, Jungkook’s face contorted in pleasure. His pent-up desire of you, finally unleashed. A low rumbling growl escaped his lips, as he savoured the moment. His muscles unwound. His chest heaved, lungs filling with air and a contented sigh leaves his lips.

Jungkook’s eyes locked onto yours, he guides you with slow, deliberate strokes, allowing you to adjust. With gentle yet firm hands he cradles your face, as he moves with increasing intensity, you surrender, trusting his dominance. His strokes deepens in your throat, fucking your mouth as if you are nothing but a fleshlight.

He knows your limits, and you’ve explored them together. You can take it. He knows it, he has trained you to take him deep and rough like this. Holding your face with both hands, with the bench pressed on the back of your head, you have nowhere to go, but take whatever he is giving you. He is fucking your throat so rough you gag on him and can’t help but close your mouth.

He snarls and pulls your mouth open with his thumb “Keep it open.”

God you love it when he gets so rough with you. You are rubbing your thighs and clenching your pussy walls on nothing. You are sure you're getting wetter and wetter with each thrust of his hips. He keeps thrusting, hitting the back of your throat. Holding you by hair. Hissing he throws his head back enjoying the warmth of our mouth. When he looks down, a silent check-in, you are already looking up at him, trusting, eyes filled with tears. Some tears streaming down your cheeks. Chin and chest wet with your saliva.

Jungkook can't help but moan “Fuck Princess, looking so gorgeous with my cock in your mouth baby. Crying over it. Drooling for it. Fuck!”

Mh..m.. You moan around his girth, sending vibrations and a shiver down Jungkook’s spine, making him twitch inside your throat. You whine & gag on him swallowing him as a result and he grunts. He pushes all the way in your throat, and holds, your nose touching his pubic.

“Fuck princess.” His grip on your hair tightened, his body bending forward with pleasure. He almost came.

You hum around him intensifying his pleasure. Jungkook pulls out of you and again roughly enters your throat holding the back of your head says “That's it choke on it.” cursing. Repeating the action a few times. You are gagging and crying. He pulls out and bends down holding your jaw and kisses you roughly. Humming. You are panting for air when he lets go.

“So good for me.”

You cough and sniffle as Jungkook's hands slides from your jaw to your neck, towards your shoulder till your fingers, he entangles them and moves your hands above you making you hold the bench and instructs you “Hold on.”

He push down the bench making you squeal in surprise. You almost lie down but your head side slightly tilted so you can see him. All this still kissing you. He is so used to these benches, having spent so many hours here making that jaw dropping body, he doesn't even have to look at the bench to adjust it.

Jungkook cups your face with both hands tilting his head he sucks on your lips. His tongue swipes over yours and you open up to give him access, jungkook pushes his tongue in your mouth, exploring your mouth, dominating the kiss. Licking inside your mouth he plays with your tongue, and sucks on your tongue making you moan, body squirming with need.

Breaking the kiss jungkook descends kissing your jaw, your neck, kneading your breasts with both hands, sucking nipples, giving shocks to your core. Jungkook kneels down. Your legs naturally falling open on both side of bench, spreading.

Jungkook groans looking at your core “Fuck princess you are drenched. Sucking me off got you this wet? What a whore! Making such a mess. Don't worry daddy will clean you up.”

With a flat of his tongue, he licks your inner thighs, smeared by your essence, coming up he licks your labia moaning “mmmhhhh.. so sweat.”

Your body trembled with pleasure, breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. Jungkook avoids your clit thinking you must be sensitive. Licking around your entrance, he enters your core with his tongue. Pushing it inside he starts fucking you with it. Curving his tongue trying to reach the depth of your vagina. Your legs shake as you cry in pleasure. Humming he moves up to suck your pussy lips. You almost move your hands to hold his hairs. The intensity in jungkook’s eyes when he looks up at you while sucking your pussy lips, makes your hand stop midway.

He growls, plopping his lips off of your pussy lips “Keep your hands up. You don't deserve to touch me yet.”

Neglecting your whines, he continues licking inside your pussy lips, flicking his tongue on your clit making you hiss. The touch so light, but it still gave you shocks. Spreading your pussy lips with his tattooed fingers he flats his tongue and laps at your clit up n down. You curse holding the bench tighter. You cry closing your eyes throwing your head back. Your legs automatically closes around his head. You are sensitive but the urge to come wins over and you buck your hips up to get his touch more. The way you are moaning, you can't even recognize your own voice. Jungkook circles your opening with two fingers making you whimper.

You beg to feel them inside “Please.” He listens this time and slides his fingers in your core with speed so slowly you get impatient. You again buck your hips to get more pleading “More daddy, please.”

Hooking his finger inside he moves them in come hear motion while sucking on your clit, making your legs shake, sparks flying. You cried “Dadddyyyy”

“Cum.”

The dam bursts, resistance shattered. Curses tumble from your lips, Uninhibited, raw, and primal.

Your hips buck wildly, shameless abandon, seeking release.

Your stomach clenches, muscles contract, Body goes rigid, your back arching in ecstasy. Throwing your head back, you exposed your throat, tears stream down your eyes, a river of pleasure.

Intense sensation overwhelms you. Your climax explodes.

A shuddering, soul-deep release. Warm fluid gushes out of you, squirting, your essence splashes everywhere, Jungkook's face remains buried, drinking in your ecstasy.

His other hand grasp your hips, holding tight, helping you ride the wave.

Jungkook's eyes blaze with primal intensity, Growling, his desire unleashed. He comes up with a sharp inhale, his lips curl, teeth sinking in his bottom lip, Fingers plunge deeper, harder, and faster, at a furious rhythm. He drives you higher, relentlessly, prolonging your ecstasy.

You fall down on the bench Spent, entwined, and sated.

Whining you push at his hand. Jungkook stops as if he came out of trance, Jungkook's gaze locks onto yours, hunger burning in his eyes.

Eyes closed, you try to swallow. Breathing uneven. Still flinching and shaking with the aftershocks of your high. Whimpering.

Jungkook couldn’t help but think ‘Fuck! The things he wants to do to you.’

His erection pulses with urgency, throbbing veins, swollen with desire. He wraps his hand around the base, Fingers closing like a vice. A gentle squeeze at the base of his dick, his breath catches, a sharp inhale, as he struggles to contain his passion.

Still kneeling on the floor beside bench, Jungkook’s passion-saturated gaze lingers, allowing you a moment’s respite. His chest heaves, restraint evident, patience wearing thin, and his desire to feel you engulf him intensifying. He craves the warmth of your embrace to feel you envelop him, snugly. But he waits.

Your eyelids flutter open, gazing down at Jungkook's intense face. His eyes blaze with fervent desire, melting your heart, and stirring passion.

You moisten your lips, invitingly, hands reaching out, beckoning him closer. Your voice, husky and barely audible, calls out to him, longing to reconnect.

Jungkook springs upright, grasping your hand, supportive and gentle, yet electrified.

Fingers cradle your face, thumbs tracing. Concern etched on his features. "You okay?"

You nod, affirming your readiness,

"Can you take me?" he asks, seeking, confirmation of your consent.

"Yes, daddy," you whisper with a soft smile, conviction, yearning to surrender to his love.

"Wanna feel you so bad," you confess honestly, hearts beating faster.

Jungkook's eyes flash with excitement, face lights up with a radiant smile, warmth spreading, as he grasps under your knees. He pulls you in, gentle yet firm,

Unprepared for the sudden movement, your squeal of surprise echoes, delightfully making him laugh with you.

Jungkook seamlessly adjusts, hands push your thighs around him, commanding silently, your legs wrap around his waist, naturally. Locking ankles behind him, secure, Pulling you up by wrapping his hands around your waist, your bodies entwined.

With effortless strength, he turns, cradling you, protective and caring. Gently, he lowers you to the matted floor,

You lie there, surrounded by his presence, anticipating the intimacy to come.

Jungkook's eyes never leave yours, connection palpable, love shining bright.

Jungkook's hardness presses against your core in his heist making you both hiss and moan.

Your hands grasp his shoulders, anchoring yourself.

Jungkook's hand envelops both of yours, pinning them above your head with one hand, a gentle restraint.

You pout, playfully in resistance.

Jungkook's smile, a sly, sensual reply.

“Bite my arm, if its too much, because I’m not gonna hold back.” Jungkook drops as he whispers against your ear. His warning sends shivers down your spine. With a deep breath, you nod, granting permission.

Going between your bodies he guides his length, teasing your entrance, rubbing it in your essence making you moan.

Jungkook's gaze locks onto yours, burning. Baring his teeth, with one swift motion, he plunges, halfway in, stretching you.

Your head tilts back, lost in sensation.

He withdraws, then drives deeper, fully sheathed into your core.

Jungkook growls, a primal, pleased sound of finally being inside you. Your warm, wet walls envelop him, a haven of bliss, finally he stakes his loving claim.

“Fuck daddy”

Jungkook hums “I know baby.”

Jungkook grants you a brief moment, allowing your body to adjust.

Slowly, he begins circling his hips, stretching you.

Your moans escalate, hips bucking upward, craving more.

Jungkook's gaze holds yours, intense focus, witnessing your pleasure, fuelling his own.

He pulls back, then thrusts again, watching your face contort in delight.

Repeatedly, he drives into you, building rhythm, his speed increases and intensity of his stokes grows.

Your cries, music to his ears.

With each stroke, your pleasurable cries and moans grows. Each thrust sending waves of pleasure though both of you.

Jungkook's eyes burn brighter, desire raging, your pleasure, his ultimate goal.

Every thrust, bringing you closer to your sensual bliss.

"Mhhhmmm... Feel me inside you, baby?"

Jungkook's husky voice resonates, vibrations sending shivers down your spine.

"You feel how deep I am? How good I stretch you?" he grinds his hips on you to emphasis.

His words weave a spell of sensual delight, heightening your sense and pleasure.

"God! Yes, daddy. You feel so good. So big." Your nails dig into your palm wanting to feel him.

Your whispered confession ignites Jungkook's passion. Tattooed fingers encircle your neck, gentle yet firm, possessive and sweet. 

His thrusts intensify, deep and unrelenting, unhinged passion unfolding, primal and free. Your hips meeting each thrust with increasing urgency.

“Harder daddy” you gasp.

Jungkook obligated, increasing his pace, his movements becoming more urgent and desperate.

As you felt the pleasure built, your muscles clench around his cock, groans escape Jungkook’s lips, a guttural sound.

You turn your face into your arm hiding, trying to muffle your moans.

"Why hide this from me?" he growls,

Resentment simmering, emotions raw, longing to hear you.

"Look at me," he demands, urgent, eyes locking.

"Let me see your pleasure," he whispers, hungrily devouring each expression.

Your release nears.

Jungkook senses, by your clenching muscles, escalating cries, mouth open, legs lock around him tighter, drawing him deeper, your face contorts in ecstasy.

Suddenly memories intrude his mind, unbidden and vivid, you, self-pleasuring secretly. Hiding from him.

Jungkook's anger reignites, possessiveness and jealousy fuels his actions, pulling out, Jungkook grasps your arm, pulling you up. With authority and dominance in his movements, he guides you to the bench, now his seat,

"Straddle me," he commands, low and husky,

Eyes burning with intensity and desire.

You obey, legs parting, you settle around him,

He holds his cock, offering it to you, invitation to reclaim lost intimacy.

Holding you by the side of your hips "Ride me," he growls, urgency in his voice, to hurry your slow imbalanced movements. Longing to reconnect.

You sit on his cock, feeling it stretch your walls again, you move your hips, resuming previous rhythm,

Jungkook's passion intensifies, guiding your movements, helping you bounce on his cock.

His hands travels up to your jiggling breasts kneading the flesh with both hands, his fingers pinch your nipples, he moves forward to take one in his mouth to suck on it moaning around it. He fucking loves your tits and he loves the fact that you have such sensitive nipples.

You mule by the sensations. “Please daddy, want more.”

Looking up at your face he slaps your ass “Show me.” He commands.

You look down. Before you could speak, he continues “Show me how you made yourself cum yesterday.”

You confess, "I can't, daddy, please help." Grinding on him, trying to reach your high.

His frustration grows, “Why? You were able to do it yesterday! You didn't need my help then, Right? So I won't help you now. Now, prove it," he challenges, his anger simmering. “Common show me how you made that slutty cunt cum.” he demands, testing your limits.

You shake your head, tears welling, "No, daddy, I didn't." your hips slow down, you didn’t realise.

Jungkook's face darkens, slapping your ass, he hisses, "Don't you fucking lie to me, Y/N."

He recalls the evidence, his voice stern, "I saw signs of your pleasure. I smelled your cum on that toy. You think I don’t know how your pussy smells?”

His vulgar language sends a surge of heat to your face with embarrassment turning your flushed cheeks crimson.

You explain, trembling, "No daddy, I promise, I didn’t cum. I was interrupted by a work call."

Jungkook's anger simmers, "But you were on the brink, weren't you?"

Your silence confirms his suspicions.

He holds you by your cheeks with his fingers firmly, making your lips form a pout, his eyes commanding, “Common now, don't waste my time. Show me, how you dared to pleasure yourself without my permission.” His gaze pierces, accusation sharp.

His voice cracks with displeasure. “Or you want me to bring you that toy? Since my cock is not enough to pleasure you. My love wasn’t enough? You needed more?” Jungkook asks shaking his head, anger and hurt mix in his tone.

Your hips completely halts, realising the depth of his hurt. Tears well up in your eyes as you shake your head, "No, daddy, want only you, please."

You reach to hold his face in your small hands gently, trying to kiss him, seeking forgiveness and show him how much you need him. Only him.

Jungkook's sudden grip on your hair halts you, pulling you back by them, cranning your neck, guiding your hands away with his other hand. His face hardens, voice firm, “You should have thought about it before touching this pussy without my permission. If you want me to forgive you then make yourself cum on my cock.” he advises, holding your both hands behind you. His furious eyes locked on yours. “You wanna be my cumslut so bad?  Prove it.” 

You tremble, desire and longing evident.

Jungkook waits, tonguing his cheeks, he just seats their waiting for you. His patience a silent prompt.

Your legs quiver, you have been jumping on his cock for so long already.

The air thickens with anticipation. You adjust your position, seeking optimal connection.

Aligning your body with Jungkook's, adjusting yourself so that his cock would rub against your G-spot and your clit would rub against his pelvic, sparking electric sensations all over your body.

You start grinding your hips against him, moving your hips in forward and back in circular motion, tightening your inner walls against him. Your breast sway and your nipples rub against his chest. Puffs of your breathing fanning on his face. Your messy hair swaying sensually with your movements, tickling his arms. Your cries of pleasure fuelling his desire to fuck you. Gritting his teeth, he resists the urge to move.

To prove yourself, you will do anything. You need only him, nothing else matters.

You push yourself against the pain in your legs, fucking him in fervent, chasing after your release.

Your thighs tremble, moans escalating, inner walls tightening, you still keep your half lidded gaze on him not wanting to upset him anymore.

He recognizes the signs, "You're close, baby."

"Let go," he encourages, "Cum on my cock."

Your pleasure builds, you moans increasing with each thrust of your hips.

Jungkook promises, "Once you cum, I'll show you."

"What you've been missing by playing with that cunt alone by yourself." he whispers into your ear, “I’ll teach you to crave only me.”

Your body shuddered. His promise ignites a flame within. Your heart races, anticipating the unknown. The tension builds, and your body responds. The band snaps, releasing a torrent of pleasure. For the second time tonight, you surrender to ecstasy.

Screaming you cum around his cock, moaning his name, your voice raw and filled with ecstasy. Your essence pooling at his base, flowing down on his balls. Your head falls on his shoulders.

Jungkook’s eyes darkens with desire, he lets go of your hands, grabbing you by your hips, pulling you even closer, deeper, unable to hold back any longer, he thrusts up fucking into you, sending sparks of pleasure through you, helping you ride your high. Cursing at the feeling of your wetness, your pussy walls clenching around him in a vice grip. Jungkook’s body tenses, his muscles staining as he battles to hold back his release. Every fibre of his being screams for surrender, yet, he delays his pleasure, savouring the moment.

As the wave of ecstasy subside, jungkook envelops you in a gentle embrace, lovingly holding you close to him. Your limp body relaxes into his warmth.

“Good girl.” He whispers, his voice dripping with affection. “Such a good girl. My pretty pretty baby.” brushing your hair back.

His lips graze your face, neck and shoulder, leaving trails of tender kisses. His hands cradle your back, and soothing your trembling thighs.

“You did so well baby.” He murmurs.

As Jungkook's praise fades, desire consumes him, his eyes burn with renewed need. His touch ignites a fire within. “Now,” he growls, “I need you.” With a swift motion, sweeps you up by the hips, lifting you effortlessly. Your squeal of surprise fills the air as he sets you down on the matted floor.

He flips you onto your stomach, his hands guiding your hips. Your face presses against the floor, his weight pinning you down.

A sharp slap on your ass makes you gasp. "Fuck! This ass" Jungkook growls, his voice husky with desire.

Another spank follows, sending shivers through your body.

In one swift motion, he pushes into you, filling you completely. Setting a furious pace. You cried out, body arched, the intensity takes your breath away.

Jungkook claims you, his passion unleashes unrestrained, wild and untamed. He holds your hips in the air, grip possessive and strong. His movements deep and steady, hitting your sweet spot with every thrust. Your body yields to his primal desire. Each thrust ignites a fire within.

His caresses turn more insistent, demanding. His grip on your hips tightens, surely leaving marks. Jungkook's thrusts send ripples through your ass cheeks, driving him wild. His balls slapping against your clit with each snap of his hips, making you wetter, and cry in pleasure. You were completely at his mercy, every nerve ending alight with pleasure and overwhelming bliss.

He throws his head back, eyes locked on the mirrored wall.

The reflection reveals your entwined figures, lost in passion.

"Look," he growls, grasping your hair, pulling you up.

His gaze burns into yours. "See how good I make you feel?"

Your eyes meet in the mirror, the connection electric.

His hand claims your neck, possessive yet gentle, pulling you back.

Your body surrenders, your back arcs, as it meets his chest. Head resting on his shoulder.

His tattooed hand trails down, His fingers dance across your skin, seeking sensitive spots. Electric sparks fly where his touch meets your skin. He dips  ring and middle fingers in between your legs, between your pussy lips, feeling your wetness, he drags them up onto your clit.

His touch sends shivers through your body.

Jungkook senses your impending climax and asks,

“Does your toy makes you feel like this?” thrusting hard he continues,

“Can your toy make you cum hard like I do?”

Jungkook's breath caresses your ear, sending shivers. Your senses ignite, nerve endings tingling.

You try to shake your head, struggling to speak through his grip on your neck.

"N-no...only you, Daddy," you whisper.

Jungkook’s growl deepened, his thrusts growing even more fervent. "That's right, baby. Only me." He hissed

His voice is low, husky, and full of emotion.

"Only I can make you feel this way."

“Only I get to pleasure you like this.”

Jungkook’s voice was a deep rumble, eyes blazing with intensity, His touch possessive.

"Your pleasure is mine," Jungkook growls, his movements intensifying.

“You're mine, completely. Mine alone," Jungkook rasped.

“Your pleasure belongs to me. You're mine, body and soul.” Voice rough and possessive.

Your senses soar, body trembling, on fire.

His possessiveness ignites your passion.

"Yess, Fuck! Yes Daddy," your voice breaking with need,

Jungkook's intensity ignites, fuelled by your response.

“Fuck” Jungkook curses, his hips moving at an animalistic pace. His hold on your neck tightening, his fingers moving in fast circles on your clit, his mouth moved to your neck, your shoulder, your back, sucking and biting until the skin was filled with his marks.

You scream “Daddy, gonna cum.” Seeking permission.

"Hold it" he whispers, his eyes locked on yours.

You cry out, nails digging into his arms.

Your body yearns for release. Your only coherent thought the overwhelming desire.

"Please, Please, Please Daddyyy," you beg, eyes squeezed shut, tears streaming down your cheeks.

Jungkook's grip on your neck tightens, his fingers pressing into your skin, the room is filled with the sounds of your joined pleasure-moans, skin slapping on skin, gasps and the slick sounds of your pussy. Jungkook pounds into you with a relentless, almost feral intensity.

Shaking you he growls, "Open your eyes," his breath hot against your ear. "Look how I make you cum around me."

You comply, gasping, your lids fluttering open.

In the mirror, your reflection reveals flushed skin and parted lips, face twisted in pleasure, his hand on your neck, other in between your legs, your body covered in marks given by him, his intense, lustful gaze on you. It’s too much, everything is too much. You feel him everywhere.

"Oh my God" you wail, awestruck.

Jungkook's smirk reflects in the mirror, his eyes burning with desire. His thrusts hard and relentless, driven by the primal urge.

Jungkook squeezes his fingers around your neck tighter making it hard for you to breath, increasing your pleasure. Your walls clench on him, you teeter on the edge of your high. Jungkook thrusts become almost frantic, his body driven by urge to cum.

Your vision blurs and darkens, eyes almost going cross.

"Cum," he growls with low voice, his urgency palpable. "Cum with me."

Your eyes lock on him, the connection electric.

Your back arches, head tilting, your nails digging into his arms, mouth going slack, as waves of pleasure crash over you.

Your body trembles, shudders, surrendering to the storm. Jungkook's passion fuels yours, you lose control, Lost in the torrent of pleasure. White light exploding behind your closed eyes.

Jungkook's grip eases, intensifying your climax.

You cries of pleasure grow louder, voice croaked because of the intensity of euphoria. Your body trembles, barely holding on.

Together, you both reach the pinnacle.

Jungkook's body shudders, his muscles tensing, his thrusts become more erratic, each one deeper and more forceful than the last, with final powerful thrust Jungkook roared releasing his seed filling your insides with warmth, his cock vibrates inside you, painting your wall white.

You follow him over the edge, squeezing tight. Your walls clench, milking every drop of Jungkook’s seed. Your release streaming down on the floor.

Blacking out you collapse, overwhelmed by the intensity of sensations crashing over you.

Jungkook swiftly wraps his arms around your waist, supporting you.

He gently turns you both onto your sides, lowering himself to the floor.

Jungkook's arms envelop you, holding you close. His chest pressed against your back, holding you snug. Your bodies tremble, breathing shallow, entwined in ecstasy. His cock still deep buried in you, he showers your neck with tender kisses. Praising you, saying sweet nothings in your ear, caressing your body, his touch soothing and gentle helping you ease through the aftershocks of your intense pleasure, professing his love for you. Safe in his arms.

As Jungkook’s breathing slows, he gently withdraws, and your shared release follows making him groan at the sight.

He gazes at you, his eyes filled with Love and adoration.

You drift, lost in a haze of bliss.

Vaguely, you recall:

Jungkook scooping you up, cradling you bridal-style.

A warm bathroom, gentle cleansing, fragile sensations, soothing touches & kisses, sweet praises.

Next, you're nestled in bed, surrounded by comfort. Jungkook's arms envelop you, a haven of warmth. Jungkook's chest cradles your face, holding you close, his heartbeat soothing. Your heartbeat synchronizes with his, a soothing rhythm.

Soft kisses rain down.

"I love you," he whispers, reverence in his tone.

"You're amazing, baby. So good to me."

His words weave a tapestry of devotion.

Together, you both surrender to sleep's sweet embrace.

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The Price of Desire

Summary: You had unknowingly stirred a storm the previous day, and Jungkook's calm demeanour had masked his growing frustration. This morning, your actions had reignited the flames, and Jungkook's mind began to wander to the consequences of your behaviour. Unbeknownst to you, he had started pondering on a matter that would make you realize the gravity of your actions. Little did you know, keeping secrets from your boyfriend and testing his patience would soon catch up with you.

Pairing: AngryBf! HardDom! Jungkook x reader

Genre: One shot. Smut with fluff. Minders DNI.

Warnings: established relationship, explicit language, confusion, Confrontation, Betrayal, Secrets, Oral sex (m,f), Some biting, Marking, Angry Jungkook, HardDom!Jungkook, Daddy kink, Spanking, Dumbification if you squint, Use of Strength, Punishment, possessiveness, Jealousy, Orgasm denial, Nipple play, Choking, Bondage, Dirty talk, Use of sex toy, Manhandling, Deep throat, MIRRORS!, Unprotected sex between established relationship, missionary, backshots, cowgirl, Creampie, Squirting, Multiple orgasm, Improper use of bench, Fluff, Aftercare.

A/N: Aahh! This has been in my thoughts ever since I saw Jungkook working out bare chest. It drove me crazy. He is so hot. I have been working on it for months to capture all my thoughts. Just writing my filthy thoughts. Idk just leave me alone!

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Word count: 11.7K

Jungkook walked through the door, exhausted from his non-stop schedule of his dance studio. Taking off his shoes and wearing house slippers, his eyes scanned the room, searching for his love, and his heart skipped a beat when he spotted you standing in the kitchen, phone pressed to your ear. He was busy for a few weeks continuously is an understatement. But so were you, maybe less, but still, you were.

"Hey, baby," he said, wrapping his arms around you in a brief hug, his lips brushing against yours in a gentle kiss.

You smiled, your eyes sparkling, and replied, "Hey."

Jungkook couldn't quite put his finger on it, but you looked radiant, glowing even? Maybe it was the soft lighting in the kitchen or the way your hair fell in loose waves down your back. Whatever it was, he couldn't help but feel drawn to you.

As you continued your phone call with your colleague, Jungkook took a moment to appreciate the warmth and comfort of your home. You two had built a life together, one filled with love, laughter, and passion. Your chemistry was undeniable, and your relationship had only grown stronger with each passing day. Well-settled, and you both had successful careers.

But what made your bond truly special was your incredible sex life – or at least, that's what Jungkook thought.

Until today.

Jungkook couldn't shake the feeling that something was different, something that went beyond the surface level. He pushed the thought aside, attributing it to his own exhaustion.

Jungkook's exhaustion melted away as he entered their shared bedroom, seeking fresh clothes for a well-deserved shower. His gaze drifted toward the closet, but his attention was hijacked by the nightstand.

He froze, eyes widening in shock.

Your favourite sex toy lay there, gleaming in the soft light. Jungkook's mind reeled. "Did you? Did you play with yourself?" The thought trailed off, quickly dismissing the idea. 'No, you would never pleasure yourself without him.’

Maybe, just maybe, you were hinting that you were in the mood?

But then, his eyes locked onto the dampness on the toy. His legs moved on their own accord, drawing him closer, his heart racing. He picked up the toy, bringing it to his nose. The scent hit him like a tidal wave.

"Fucking hell," he muttered, his groan stuck in his throat.

The aroma was unmistakable – your scent, your essence. Jungkook's body responded, desire coursing through his veins. Yet, a spark of irritation flared within him. Jungkook was torn – aroused yet infuriated.

Why would you do this? He had one rule: Never touch yourself without his permission. If you had asked him, he would never deny you. Hell! He would pleasure you himself - If you were that needy. He would let you do anything, would always satisfy your needs and fulfil your every desire.

Jungkook's thoughts swirled, conflicting emotions warring inside him.

'Why did you do this without me?'

'Did you need it that badly?'

'Why didn't you ask?'

He recalled the countless times he'd pleasured you, the ways he'd made you scream with delight. His pride stirred, mixed with a dash of possessiveness.

As he stood there, frozen in turmoil, the sound of sizzling vegetables and gentle humming drifted from the kitchen. You were unaware of the storm brewing within him.

Jungkook's grip on the toy tightened, his mind racing with questions and emotions. He knew he had to confront you, to understand why you'd broken his rule.

The dinner preparations continued, oblivious to the tension building in the bedroom.

Jungkook's thoughts swirled as he stood frozen, the toy still clutched in his hand. He felt a mix of emotions: desire, possessiveness, and a hint of hurt. Why did you do this without him? The thought kept repeating in his mind.

He took a deep breath, attempting to calm himself. Maybe there was a reasonable explanation. Maybe you were just...

The sound of your laughter carried from the kitchen, followed by the clinking of dishes. Jungkook's head snapped at the bedroom door and his heart skipped a beat. Eyes unfocused, moving around in bedroom, he couldn't shake the image of you, alone in their bedroom, pleasuring yourself.

As Jungkook replaced the toy on the nightstand, his mind still reeled from the discovery. With a newfound sense of determination, he turned on his heels, intent on confronting you, as he neared the kitchen, he heard you saying your goodbye on the phone,

"Good timing," he muttered to himself.

But the doorbell rang, interrupting his thoughts.

You were still in the kitchen, wrapping up your phone call. Jungkook didn't spare you a glance, his eyes fixed on the door. He opened it to reveal Jin, holding a basket of freshly picked fruits.

"Hey, Junkookie!" Jin said, beaming. "I brought some goodies from my garden."

Jungkook invited Jin in, and they settled onto the couch. You emerged from the kitchen with a glass of water for Jin.

"Ahh, thank you, Y/N-ah," Jin said, accepting the glass.

Jungkook's gaze drifted away, playing with his lip piercing, his mind still consumed by the toy. Jin's chatter brought him back to the present.

"...and then I realized I had to prune the trees sooner," Jin said, chuckling.

You excused yourself, asking Jin if he'd stay for dinner. Jin declined, citing another engagement.

"Okay, no worries," you said, smiling. "I'll get back to cooking."

As you re-entered the kitchen, you suddenly remembered the toy. Your heart skipped a beat.

Shit!

SHIT!

Panic set in your chest. Before you could hide the evidence, your phone rang, distracting you. You forgot about the toy momentarily.

Glancing back at the living room, you saw Jungkook laughing with Jin. You breathed a sigh of relief. He might haven't seen it yet.

You quickly slipped into the bedroom, snatched the toy from the nightstand, and rushed to the bathroom. Your hands trembled as you washed and wiped the toy clean. As you dumped it in the bottom drawer of the sink cabinet where it belongs, you caught your reflection. Flushed and panting, you looked like you'd committed a crime.

Why was I so scared? He didn't even see it. If he had, he would've said something.

You shook your head, laughing at your own paranoia. Promising yourself you'd confess later, you composed yourself and headed back to the kitchen.

Jin's goodbye to Jungkook drifted from the living room. You timed your entrance perfectly, pretending you'd been in the kitchen all along.

Closing the door behind Jin, Jungkook walked towards the kitchen, his eyes locked onto your back. He pushed his messy hair back with his tattooed hand a habitual gesture that betrayed his turmoil, and shoved his left hand deep into his pants pocket.

Pausing for a moment, he seemed to consider speaking up, but his lips remained sealed.

Tonguing his cheeks, Jungkook continued walking towards the bedroom. His mind replayed the events of the evening, particularly the moment he saw you sneaking into the bedroom while he was engrossed in conversation with Jin.

He was convinced that you had hidden the sex toy.

As he entered the bedroom, Jungkook's gaze swept the room, searching for any sign of the toy. His suspicion was confirmed: your sex toy was nowhere to be seen. Expertly hidden.

The nightstand, where he had last seen it, was now empty and the surface was spotless.

Jungkook's eyes narrowed, his thoughts swirling.

You had clearly tried to conceal the evidence.

But why?

Was it guilt or embarrassment?

Or was it something more?

Jungkook's mind raced with questions, his emotions oscillating between frustration and curiosity.

He knew he had to confront you about this.

But how?

And when?

For now, he decided to keep his discovery to himself, observing your behaviour, waiting for the perfect moment to address the issue.

Fishing new clothes from his closet, he headed towards the bathroom, stripped off his clothes, stepping into the shower he placed his palms on the tiled wall and hung his head low in the water stream. Warm water cascaded down his body, but his mind remained tense.

‘Why would you hide that toy? Why did you feel the need to use it in the first place?’

‘Was he not enough for you?’

‘Did he neglect you somehow?’ eyes snapping up, his expressions changed to shock.

‘Did you try to communicate your needs, but he was too busy?’

‘Is he lacking somewhere in satisfying you?’ his eyebrows furrowed.

‘Do you not feel safe with him to talk about your needs with him?’ face changed from shock to pained expression.

Self-doubt and anger mingled within him. He punched the tiles in frustration, the sound echoing through the shower area. The pain radiating from his fist was nothing compared to the turmoil brewing inside him.

Taking a deep breath, Jungkook tried to calm himself down.

Washing off the remaining soap, he turned off the water and stepped out of the shower cabin. Grabbing a towel, he began to dry himself, his movements brisk and efficient. As he stood in front of the mirror, he gazed at his reflection. His eyes were still blazing with anger, his jaw clenched.

"Whatever it is," he muttered to himself, "you still shouldn't have done it."

The words hung in the air, a reminder of his unresolved emotions.

Jungkook took another deep breath, trying to shake off the lingering frustration.

He put on fresh clothes – a simple white shirt and black pants – and headed towards the kitchen.

The aroma of dinner wafted through the air, enticing his senses.

But his appetite was dampened by the thoughts still swirling in his mind.

As he entered the kitchen, Jungkook's gaze lingered on you, searching for any sign of awareness. Did you know what he'd found? Did you intentionally leave it out?

When you turned around, Jungkook's gaze fell upon you once more, his eyes locking onto the phone clutched between your ear and shoulder. Your bright smile and gentle humming only added to his growing unease.

You caught his eye and said, "Yes, he is. He's as amazing as he always is with me," accompanied by a playful wink.

Jungkook's heart clenched, a pang of hurt and betrayal shooting through him.

If you felt that way, why didn't you tell him about your needs?

You placed the pan beside your dishes and covered the phone's mouthpiece with your hand.

"This is my best friend," you explained, noticing Jungkook's intense stare.

He nodded curtly, trying to mask his turmoil.

Pulling out a chair, Jungkook sat down, but his appetite had vanished.

Bubbling with anger and frustration.

He needs to talk to you. But you seemed too busy, too content without him. You didn't even need him now.

He forced down a few spoonful of food, the taste bland in his mouth.

As dinner progressed, Jungkook's silence grew more pronounced. His mind raced with questions, and his body ached with desire, he felt suffocated.

Suddenly, he stood up, startling you.

Your confused expression and mouthful of food only added to Jungkook's agitation.

You gestured with your hands, asking, "What?"

"I have some work to do with Jimin," Jungkook said abruptly, referencing the task Jin hyung had mentioned during his visit.

Without giving you a chance to respond, Jungkook swiftly departed, leaving you bewildered and concerned.

The door closed behind him, leaving you wondering what had just happened.

Needing solace, Jungkook got into his car and began driving without a specific destination in mind. The winding roads and soothing hum of the engine helped clear his thoughts.

Letting the window down, the cool breeze swept through his still-damp hair, carrying the scent of the night.

As he drove, Jungkook's mind wandered back to you and the events of the evening.

After an hour of driving, he found himself at a familiar spot – the overlook where the entire city sparkled like diamonds.

This was your spot, a place where memories lingered.

It had been too long since you both came here together, lost in each other's eyes.

Recalling those moments, a gentle smile crept onto Jungkook's face.

Ruffling his hair, he thought, "Coming here was a good decision."

The peaceful atmosphere calmed his racing thoughts.

With both hands, Jungkook swept his hair back, securing it behind his head.

He sighed, feeling the tension ease from his shoulders.

Gazing out at the city lights and starry sky, Jungkook's thoughts began to untangle.

The stars above twinkled like reminders of the love you shared. Jungkook's heart still ached, but the pain was now tempered by nostalgia. He remembered the laughter, the whispers, and the promises made under these same stars.

Closing his eyes, Jungkook let the night air envelop him.

For the first time since the discovery, he felt his emotions balancing.

Jungkook knew what he needed to do. He would confront you, but calmly, with a clear mind.

The darkness surrounding him was no longer suffocating. Instead, it felt like a blanket, wrapping him in comfort. He was ready to face whatever lay ahead.

It was past midnight when Jungkook returned home, resolved to give you a chance to confess first.

Opening the main door with his keys, the darkness enveloped him.

He checked his phone, still on silent mode, and saw three missed calls from you and several messages.

One from Jimin caught his eye: "You're with me, but busy? Where the hell are you?"

Jungkook sighed, locking his phone.

Sneaking into the bedroom, he found you asleep, clutching your mobile in your hand. Your peaceful face and gentle grip on the phone made Jungkook chuckle. You must have been worried. His heart softened, he felt a pang of guilt for leaving abruptly.

But he refrained from pulling you close.

Slipping under the sheets, Jungkook rested his hands behind his head, gazing at the ceiling.

The urge to pull you close and kiss you was strong. But his lingering anger and desire for answers kept him still.

You stirred in your sleep, whispering without opening your eyes, "Where were you?"

"Working," Jungkook replied curtly, avoiding eye contact. "Go back to sleep. We'll talk tomorrow."

You settled back into slumber.

Jungkook turned his back to you, his mind racing. He contemplated your punishment if you didn't confess tomorrow. A sly smile spread across his face.

"You'll pay for keeping secrets from me," he thought, as he fell into the slumber.

Jungkook woke to an empty space beside him, the morning light illuminating your absence. He heard the sizzle of breakfast from the kitchen, signalling your early rise.

Freshening up, Jungkook joined you, his footsteps quiet on the tile floor. No greeting escaped his lips as he sat at the dining table. You had already poured him a glass of juice, and he picked it up, taking a sip.

You turned, startled, hand on your heart.

"Gosh, baby, you scared me!"

Usually, Jungkook would tease and laugh at this, but today he remained silent.

His eyes didn't meet yours.

He focused on the pancakes. He dug into the pancakes you had put in front of him, his hunger finally satisfied after last night's minimal dinner.

Seating on a chair opposite him, you greeted him with a nervous "Good morning, love." filling the silence.

Jungkook hummed, nodded, still avoiding eye contact.

"Jungkook?" you said, voice laced with concern.

His gaze snapped up.

You never called each other by name, especially when alone.

You looked nervous, fidgeting with your hands.

Jungkook's heart softened slightly, thinking maybe you'd confess.

Explain why you sought solo pleasure.

Without him.

Without his permission.

His eyes locked onto yours. Anticipation hung between you. The moment teetered.

Your nervous chuckle grated on Jungkook's ears. "Are-are you angry at me or something?"

Straightening his lips, he replied, "No, why? Should I be angry at you?"

His raised eyebrow, daring you to confess. The silence between you was palpable, heavy with unspoken words.

Your lips moved.

Jungkook's eyes locked onto yours, searching for any sign of guilt or explanation.

But your gaze darted away, avoiding his.

Biting your lips you shook your head, and said, "No," avoiding eye contact.

You missed Jungkook's fleeting disappointment. His jaw ticked. His expression turned neutral. You didn't notice the subtle change. Jungkook decided against confrontation. If you wouldn't confess, he wouldn't reveal his knowledge. Punishment would come, but not now. He'd maintain normalcy.

Finishing breakfast, Jungkook helped clean the table. At the sink, he took the dishes from you. "Let me." You didn't suspect a thing; Jungkook was always helpful.

Jungkook missed how you stopped at the kitchen exit, hesitating. Looking back at Jungkook's bent head, you thought, "I should tell him." But work beckoned. You pushed the thought away. Getting ready for office, and Jungkook followed suit.

At the main door, Jungkook pecked your lips.

"Goodbye, princess. See you in the evening."

You smiled, unaware of the unspoken tension. Only when you were apart did you realize: Jungkook hadn't said "I love you."

A hollow feeling settled in. Was everything okay? You pushed the doubt aside. Focus on work. You would confess him tonight. Tonight would bring clarity.

Or so you hoped.

Jungkook's troubled mind couldn't focus on dance moves, so he left his studio early, arriving home around 3 pm.

He swiftly changed into comfortable clothes, his thoughts still consumed by you.

At the bar, Jungkook poured whiskey over ice, the clink of glass a stark contrast to his turbulent emotions.

Sitting on the couch, he contemplated your punishment, scenarios unfolding in his mind.

As the whiskey warmed his chest, a sly smile spread across his face. A plan took shape. Finishing his drink, Jungkook rose, determination etched on his features.

In his bedroom, he gathered necessities for his plan.

Next stop: the home gym.

He tucked everything into a hidden drawer, ensuring secrecy.

The clock read almost 5 pm. Your return was imminent.

Jungkook shed his shirt, opting for gray sweatpants. He began working out with weights, sweat dripping as his intensity grew.

Each rep forged resolve. His mind focused on the impending confrontation.

The door would soon open.

Jungkook's grip on the weights tightened. 

You pulled into the driveway, surprised to see Jungkook's car already parked in the garage. After weeks of late nights, his early return thrilled you.

You envisioned a relaxing evening together. Stepping into the house, silence enveloped you.

No Jungkook in the kitchen or bedroom. Your curiosity piqued.

A faint grunting noise drifted from the home gym. Rolling your eyes, you smiled.

"Of course, Jungkook would spend any free time he have in the gym."

You headed toward the gym. The door was already open, revealing Jungkook's focused form.

Sweat-drenched, muscles tensed, he lifted weights with precision.

Your presence remained unnoticed.

His concentration was solely on his workout. Jungkook's eyes, fixed on his reflection

You leaned against the doorway, mesmerized by Jungkook's beauty. His intensity drew you in. Sitting on a bench, bicep curling weights, his muscles flexing. His thick thighs manspread in his gray sweats. His side profile faced you. Grunting, lips bitten, looking at his reflection, your eyes locked onto his sweat-glistened torso making your core tingle.

‘Gosh, how does he look so hot?’ you thought.

"Hey baby," you said, announcing your presence stepping inside the room.

Jungkook's gaze remained fixed on the mirror.

No response.

No acknowledgment.

Just: "You're back. Good. Get undressed."

His voice was low, commanding.

You froze, mid step.

Eyes wide.

"Huh?" you stuttered.

Jungkook repeated, voice firm:

"You heard me. Get naked. Don't make me repeat myself."

Still, no eye contact. Your mind reeled.

The weights clinked as Jungkook continued his workout.

His reflection showed a determined face.

Your heart pounded.

Uncertainty mixed with excitement. "Oh! Oohhh... So he's in that mood." You thought, a thrill running through your veins. You always loved it when Jungkook got like this - intense, commanding, and unstoppable. It’s not your first time to engage in such kind of erotic play.

Without hesitation, you started unbuttoning your shirt, your fingers trembling slightly. The sound of the weights and Jungkook's steady breathing filled the air, heightening the tension.

As you revealed your skin, inch by inch, Jungkook's focus remained on his workout. His determination was palpable, his muscles rippling beneath his sweat-drenched skin.

You couldn't help but admire him, his raw power and authority drawing you in. Your heart pounded faster, anticipation coursing through your veins.

The shirt slipped off your shoulders, pooling on the floor. You stood there, exposed, waiting for Jungkook's next command.

The Lat Pull Down Cable Machine creaked as Jungkook pulled the weight down, his biceps flexing. His eyes remained fixed on the mirror, his reflection a testament to his unwavering focus.

Your breath caught in your throat. What would he ask of you next? Would you be able to keep up with his demands?

The silence between you was electric, heavy with expectation. You knew that once you crossed this threshold, there would be no turning back.

Jungkook's voice cut through the tension, firm and unyielding: "Continue."

Jungkook's tone left no room for discussion.

The air was charged with anticipation.

Your eyes locked onto Jungkook, engrossed in his workout, his hair falling over his intense eyes. Your gaze lingered, sensing something different. But Jungkook's expression remained neutral.

Hands shaking, you wondered why. Unzipping and removing your skirt, you glanced up at Jungkook.

Panting, sweat-drenched hair, and body glistening with perspiration.

Your heart racing, chest heaving, cheeks flushing pink.

You reach behind you and unclasp your bra, removing it. Your nipples hardening in the cool air.

Jungkook continued his workout, unfazed.

Confusion crept in.

Standing near the counter, you cleared your throat.

Jungkook's gaze met yours through the mirror. He released the cable, weights thudding down.

You flinched.

"What part of 'get naked' didn't you understand?" he asked sternly.

His forearm rested on his thighs, eyes burning with intensity.

Mumbling apologies, you hastily hooked your thumbs in your panty’s waistband and pulled them down, finally removing everything.

Goosebumps spread across your skin under Jungkook's shameless gaze.

To avoid his intense stare, you bend down to gather your clothes.

But Jungkook stops you with a firm "let it be."

He instructs, "Get on the counter."

You look at the counter behind you, then back at Jungkook, stunned.

This is so unexpected.

With a huff, Jungkook gets up and strides towards you.

Your breath hitched as you shift nervously on your legs.

Standing before you, Jungkook towers over you.

"I said," he repeated, grasping your hips. He lifts you up and sets you on the counter. With a firm, ungentle touch. “Get, on the counter.” With a gruff voice. Unaccustomed to this rough handling, you gasped.

Jungkook's eyes blazed with determination.

Jungkook's towering figure loomed over you, lips whispering against yours.

You tilted your head, closing your eyes, anticipating a kiss.

Instead, Jungkook grabs you by knees and spreads your legs.

Gasping, your eyes snapped open.

He's shamelessly looking at your core.

You should be embarrassed at how wet you've become. Jungkook hasn't even touched you yet.

Your body trembled. Heart pounding.

Jungkook's grip remained firm. His next move hung in the balance.

Jungkook's gaze locked onto your core, shamelessly drinking in the sight.

Your embarrassment was palpable. Wetness betrayed your arousal.

Jungkook's eyes sparkled with knowledge. He stepped between your thighs, biting his lip.

"Ooh, princess, what do I do with you?" he whispered.

Tilting your head, you looked up at his face confused.

But Jungkook doesn't let you process.

His hands slid up and down your thighs, kneading. He trails wet kisses down your neck and across your collarbone, living marks. Your breath hitched, head falling back as you surrendered to the sensations Jungkook was creating. Your confusion was lost in the sensation.

His veiny hands roamed over your body, exploring every inch, his fingers tracing the curve of your waist, caressing up and down your spine, he groped your butt making you let out a throaty moan. Holding both of your breasts, his fingers pinched your nipples, rolling them between his fingers. Making you whine.

Jungkook's mouth claimed your left breast.

Rough, urgent.

You whimper and shudder at his behaviour. Jungkook's being so rough, yet you're getting wetter. Jungkook nibbles on your nipple, teeth grazing, lips sucking. You moan, arching your back, as Jungkook's rough ministrations sends shivers down your spine.

Running his hands down your thighs, your knees, your calf, he holds your ankles and hoists both of your leg’s heels on the edge of the counter. Moving his hands back to your core he stops sucking at your nipple. Jungkook's gaze drops to your core, and he growls.

"So wet...without even touching you."

Humming he spreads your vertical lips with both of his thumbs. You bite your bottom lip looking up at him waiting for him anticipating what he would do next. Jungkook runs his tattooed pointer finger in between your lips. Moving towards your entrance he gathers your wetness and rubs it on your clit.

"Fuck," you cursed, closing eyes.

Your hand instinctively grasped his shoulder.

He gently holds your wrist and removes your hand from his shoulder pinning it on the counter.

"Kook...baby..." you whisper, unsure what's gotten into him.

He doesn't respond, he looks at you. His mouth moving to your right breast, sucking your nipple while running his finger back in your pussy lips. His finger danced within. Smearing wetness, on your clit. Teasing.

He is touching you but not touching you to get you off. Your pleasure built.

Jungkook released your nipple with a pop, covered with his saliva & red marks. With a satisfied hum, he stands straight and retracts his hand away from your core. Your whine was met with silence.

Pulling a drawer open from beside your left leg. He fishes out a red rope. Your eyes widen in excitement, core pulsing.

Jungkook's gaze lingered on your face then down to your heaving chest. Unlooping the rope, he wrapped it around your waist.

Ok! You are way too confused. He has not discussed anything about this to you prior, like he usually does. No warning. In fact he hasn’t talked much to you. And he had definitely never tied a rope around your waist. You thought he was gonna tie your hands or legs or something.

Jungkook’s silence and unexpected actions left you bewildered.

Deciding to voice your confusion "Koo—" you began.

His finger on your lips silenced you.

"Shuuu..."

A gentle shake of his head. Expressions unreadable.

"It’s daddy, princess," he whispered.

You gulped and bite your lips to keep your mouth shut.

Letting him continue, your mind raced.

Looping the rope under your thighs, crisscrossing your pubic area. Making you unable to put your legs down.

Each twist heightened your anticipation.

Once done, Jungkook nodded, satisfied.

You glanced down, curious.

Jungkook's finger lifted your chin.

"Eyes on me," he commanded.

Jungkook's gaze held yours, his hand disappearing into the drawer beside the first one and fishes something out, you cannot see it. Too scared to look away.

The sound of a plug being inserted heightened your anticipation.

He watches at you one last time, his eyes burning with intensity. Breathing shallow. You feel something cold & stiff touched inside of your thigh; making you gasp.

With a sly smirk jungkook glides the object up nearing your core.

You feel before you hear a hum of a vibrator pressed on your pussy lips, sending shivers all over.

Jungkook moves the vibrator in between your pussy lips drenching it in your wetness. He moves it to your entrance teasing you. You moan, eyes threatening to close. Jungkook teased your entrance, then positions the vibrator onto your clit.

"Fucckkk!" you cursed, head thrown back.

Jungkook holds you roughly by your jaw, forcing you to look directly at him.

Commanding "Keep your eyes on me," gritting his teeth.

Half-lidded, you obeyed.

Vibrator buzzing, lips parting. Your hips move on their own. Jungkook looks down where the vibrator is pressed seeing your essence flowing down your ass.

He curses, eyes snapping back to your face contoured in pleasure. Biting your bottom lip, you are looking at him with half lidded eyes. He knows your high is near. He knows your body like the back of his hand. As you get closer you move your hand to hold him by his shoulders.

He growls “Keep your hands off of me.”

Your eyes open with a shock because of his tone. He is angry. You doubt if you read him wrong. Is this your punishment? Did you do something? You try to think with your fuzzy brain.

Your thoughts are wiped off as he puts a tattooed finger in you. “Oh my god, daddy.” He growls with satisfaction hearing you moan.

His lips roam your body, teasing and sucking your nipples, kissing your neck.

You're lost in the sensations, your mind foggy.

"Daddy, please..." you beg, unsure what you're asking for.

He pulls back, eyes blazing with intensity.

"Please what, princess?" he asks, voice low and husky.

You swallow hard, unsure how to respond.

He pulls his finger out of you, his other hand still holding the vibrator on your clit. His fingers brush against your folds, and you shudder.

"Daddy!" you cry out.

Holding the bottom lip with his upper teeth, he pushes two fingers inside you with force, making you gasp and moan and arch your back at sudden intrusion. Your hips bucking against Jungkook’s hand.

"You're so tight...and wet."

His face so close to you. You can feel his breath on your cheeks.

"Tell me, princess...why did you play with yourself?"

His voice is laced with a hidden edge. Observing you closely.

You freeze, realization dawning. Your eyes widen in shock.

He knows!

Lifting his eyebrows he says “Oh, yes I know.” With smirk.

"Oh, No. Da.Daddy...I—"

"Don't lie to me," he interrupts, eyes narrowing.

"I saw the toy."

Your face burns with shame.

"I'll tell you...later..." you stammer.

Jungkook's expression darkens.

"Now," he demands.

His fingers continue their sensual assault. Thrusting his fingers in and out of you with speed. Your wetness making them glide smoothly. Vibrator circling on your clit.

You're torn between pleasure and guilt.

"Please...Daddy..." you plead, voice trembling with desperation.

He leans in, lips inches from yours.

"Tell me," he whispers, watching your reaction closely.

You couldn’t even look at him because of guilt, averting your eyes. Sensing you won’t be answering him, He brings the said fingers out of your core drenched in your essence eliciting a whimper from you and brings them towards his mouth sucking at them moaning around his fingers.

Your fall back on the wall unable to hold much longer, clutching the edge of the counter with your hands desperately, you buck your hips on vibrator and urge “Please, daddy.” Your voice breathless and needy. You didn't even have to complete a sentence and yet he understood what you wanted. Looking down at your pussy picking some more of your essence to lick, he curtly says 

“Not yet.” 

Your body trembles, yearning for sweet release.

Jungkook flips the vibrator upside down and nestling it with in the crisscross pattern he made on your pubic, with ropes. It sits precariously above your clit, barely touching it, yet making it buzz with pleasure. Giving you not enough but still keeping you on edge. You gasp and look down at what he just did. You cannot grasp what just happened. Looking up at jungkook you ask “Daddy?”

Jungkook just smirks at you. Stepping back he looks at you up and down. Admiring his handiwork. Playing with his lip piercing.

He again puts his hand in the same drawer and fish out a remote control and holds it beside his face with tattooed hand and makes a show off flicking his wrist by clicking a button and the vibration on your clit intensifies, making you hiss.

He stands in front of you, crossing his hand over his broad chest. Smirking, looking at you shamelessly, and licking his lips, happy with his work.

Leaving the edge of the counter your hand extends towards him “Daddy.”

He doesn't say anything, tonguing his cheeks Jungkook keeps looking at you, you bring that hand towards your waist. He is quick to tell you to ‘keep your hands on the counter.’ You keep your hand back on edge of the counter dejectedly.

Leaving you there on the counter panting and on edge Jungkook goes back to his work out to complete his set. 

Jungkook continues to change the vibrator's speed, alternating between high and low, while simultaneously working out and repeatedly grunting as he lifts weights, his sweat-glistened Greek God physique on full display.

When you move your hand even an inch closer to your core from the counter, he orders you to “Hands on the counter.” and continues his work out looking at you. Usually he would enjoy a good music while his workout, but today, he will be enjoying your moans and suffering while doing his workout.

And you sit there writhing, watching your gorgeous boyfriend repeatedly grunting out as he lifts his weights, and it was the sexiest thing you could’ve ever witnessed. 

The light glow of sweat on him didn’t help at all, not to mention the huffs and puffs and tempting way he bit down on his lip as he continued his reps. His grey sweatpants still weren’t man spread friendly, and you now gained an all-exclusive view.  

You were growing more desperate by the second, his biceps repeatedly flexing, arms decorated with veins and tattoos that attractively ran down his skin as he worked out his already broad sweaty bare chest, Fuck he looks so hot and it’s not helping you when you are not allowed to touch or cum. Unfulfilled desire vibrates through your veins. You mewl because of it.

Jungkook looks at you through the mirror & asks “What's wrong princess?” As if he didn't put you through this misery.

You beg him “Please daddy. Aaah please mmh. s.so.oh.rry.. please, l.let me cum. I am ss..so close.” He gets annoyed by your constant pleading.  Abandoning the weights Jungkook gets up and comes towards you. 

Your heart races with eager expectations, thinking, now you will get what you want. But confusion decorates your face when instead of coming towards you, jungkook walks past you to the last drawer of the counter, he opens a drawer and pulls out a ball gag. Your eyes go big and jaw drops as you gasp. With a smirk jungkook walks to you and taking advantage of your surprise puts a gag on your open mouth and clasps it behind your head.

He steps back and gives you a once over and warns with a stern face “Whine more and I will double your punishment.” Unknowingly your thighs close to squeeze and Jungkook roughly pulls them apart.

“Keep your legs open princess, let me see that greedy pussy, I like the view while exercising.”

Walking back Jungkook sits on a bench & starts exercising again. Later he glances over, he watches you resting your head back on a wall, eyes closed, breathing heavy. Your desperation palpable. He extracts a remote from his pocket and adjusts the setting. The sensation intensifies.

Your muffled cries grow urgent. Your body stains, pleading for release. You couldn't stop your right hand moving towards your pussy when you heard him roar,

“Don't you fucking dare touch that pussy without my permission again. You did it yesterday and when I asked you in the morning, if you did anything to make me angry, you lied to me.”

He gets up & comes to you. Smirking Jungkook’s voice drops an octave a dark gleam in his eyes “You thought you could keep it a secret, didn’t you? Well, now you’ll pay the price.”

Your eyes widen. Your body trembling now with fear and embarrassment. Eyes tearing up in shame.

Jungkook’s eyes softens looking at your state. He cradles your face with his left hand and softly asks

“Oh princess, you should have come to me if you were that needy. You know I am always up to pleasure you. Do you not trust me now?”

A hint of sadness flickered in his gaze, a glimmer of distress, exposed the depth of his feelings.

You shake your head in no. And try to say through the gag “No daddy, I do trust you. Please forgive me. ‘m sorry.”

Shaking his head sideways “Sorry won't do princess you have been a bad girl, so you have to take your punishment. Now be a good girl & let me finish my workout. Ok?”

You sob "Please daddy."

Jungkook clicks his tongue "Patience princess just a few more minutes. If you behave and take your punishment I will give you everything you want."

You nod with teary eyes. Jungkook pets your head and goes back. He takes the plates of weight and putts them on the rod. He then proceeds to put that rod on his waist keeping his back on the bench and feet on the floor. He starts doing bridges looking straight at you.

You can’t help but remember all the times he had fucked you like this on your couch. You moan involuntarily. Your pussy clenching on nothing. Jungkook smirks and continues huffing and moaning purposefully. He knows what he is doing to you. Squeezing your eyes shut you throw your head back. Your legs trembling with need to cum. Frustrated arousal simmers down on below the surface. You can't look at him. Otherwise you are sure you would cum. He’s too fucking hot!

He barks “How many times do I have to remind you to keep your eyes on me princess?”

You look back at him with eyes filled with lust. Fuck! you look so hot & fucked out already.

The way you are behaving makes Jungkook’s chest puff up with pride. Boosts his ego to know watching him is making you hornier. He is going to lose his mind. He wants to fuck you so bad, but he also has to teach you a lesson.

He gets on the floor & starts doing push-ups keeping eyes locked on you. Looking at your flushed face, messy hairs, your heaving chest, your nipples, your contracting stomach, your weeping pussy - clenching on nothing, trembling thighs. Hands clenching the edge of a counter. Toes curled in. Hearing your moans, your whimpers, the way your eyes have tears flowing down your cheeks from desperation to cum. Your lips drooling saliva. “Fuck” He curse under his breath. He puts one knee on the floor and moves his hips like he is thrusting in you.

You again moan. Your legs threatening to close. Mumbling something behind the gag. Hips moving desperately to get the feel of the vibrator more on your clit.

He chuckles and comes up to you again. You see his sweaty body and a bulge evident in his sweats. Proof that it's affecting him just as much as you. Unknowingly you spread your legs for him as he gets closer to you.

Your sobs echo with desperate desire. “Daddy, pleeease.”

Jungkook decreases the speed of vibrator to the lowest, he wipes your drool bellow your bottom lip with his thumb and sucks on it. You stare at his lips with hooded eyes.

“Did watching me workout make you drool princess?”

You get embarrassed but still nod, staring at his chest, unable to look in his eyes.

He keeps his thumb & forefinger on your chin making you look up “Words princess.”

“Yes daddy.”

“Hmmm? Did it make you wanna cum just by looking at daddy?”

You whimper, a breathy yes leaving your lips and ball gag.

“You do?”

You shake your head in yes and say “Yes. Please daddy.”

Jungkook mocks you pouting “But you look so pretty like this.”

Tears of frustration stream down your face. Sobbing you say “Pleasepleaseplease daddy, ‘m sorry. Pleaseee” Hiccupping “let me cum.”

“Hmmm?” tilting his head jungkook asks “What do you want princess? You wanna cum on this vibrator? Or you want daddy to play with you?”

Immediately you say “YOU! Want you daddy.”

With a playful smirk and teasing tone, feigning deafness and raised eyebrow jungkook tilted his head, ear inclined,

“Hmm? What was that? What do you want? Speak up princess.”

You try harder to talk through the gag “I want you daddy. Want you to play with me.”

“Hmmm. See it wasn't that hard to ask daddy to play with you, now, was it?”

You shake your head. Messy hair moving along. Looking down ashamed you apologise for the nth time tonight. “Sorry daddy.”

Jungkook again pinches your chin to make you look up.

“Hey, never be ashamed to ask me what you want, alright?”

You nod “Yes daddy.”

Jungkook clicks off the vibrator pulling it out of rope from over your clit and puts it on a counter. He then unties and discards the rope on the floor. And removes the gag. He cups your face & kisses you on the lips tenderly. But moves away too fast for your liking. Making you chase his mouth.

Keeping his palm on just below your waist, jungkook moves away giving you space and says “Hop” gesturing with eyes to the floor.

You groan when you stretch your legs, then jump but stumble. Jungkook catches you and leads you towards the bench he was working on by keeping a hand on your lower back. You walk on wobbling legs towards the bench.

He makes you lie on the bench and kisses your forehead and enquires “You good?” you nod.

He captures your lips in a heated kiss, you while softly rubbing your arms & thighs making you relax a bit. Breaking the kiss he straightens one side of the bench to make you sit up. He straddles you.

Tapping your lips he says “Open” and when you do, he holds your jaw open with his fingers and pushes his cock in your mouth, ordering you “Don't close.”

You didn't even realize when he removed his pants.

Panting he instructs “Tongue out.”

You obey eagerly looking up at him. His smell enveloped you, masculine and enticing. His warmth lingered on your tongue. His precum beckoned. A subtle tang of salt and skin. With fluttering eyes, you savoured the taste.

A deep exhale, eyes closed, Jungkook’s face contorted in pleasure. His pent-up desire of you, finally unleashed. A low rumbling growl escaped his lips, as he savoured the moment. His muscles unwound. His chest heaved, lungs filling with air and a contented sigh leaves his lips.

Jungkook’s eyes locked onto yours, he guides you with slow, deliberate strokes, allowing you to adjust. With gentle yet firm hands he cradles your face, as he moves with increasing intensity, you surrender, trusting his dominance. His strokes deepens in your throat, fucking your mouth as if you are nothing but a fleshlight.

He knows your limits, and you’ve explored them together. You can take it. He knows it, he has trained you to take him deep and rough like this. Holding your face with both hands, with the bench pressed on the back of your head, you have nowhere to go, but take whatever he is giving you. He is fucking your throat so rough you gag on him and can’t help but close your mouth.

He snarls and pulls your mouth open with his thumb “Keep it open.”

God you love it when he gets so rough with you. You are rubbing your thighs and clenching your pussy walls on nothing. You are sure you're getting wetter and wetter with each thrust of his hips. He keeps thrusting, hitting the back of your throat. Holding you by hair. Hissing he throws his head back enjoying the warmth of our mouth. When he looks down, a silent check-in, you are already looking up at him, trusting, eyes filled with tears. Some tears streaming down your cheeks. Chin and chest wet with your saliva.

Jungkook can't help but moan “Fuck Princess, looking so gorgeous with my cock in your mouth baby. Crying over it. Drooling for it. Fuck!”

Mh..m.. You moan around his girth, sending vibrations and a shiver down Jungkook’s spine, making him twitch inside your throat. You whine & gag on him swallowing him as a result and he grunts. He pushes all the way in your throat, and holds, your nose touching his pubic.

“Fuck princess.” His grip on your hair tightened, his body bending forward with pleasure. He almost came.

You hum around him intensifying his pleasure. Jungkook pulls out of you and again roughly enters your throat holding the back of your head says “That's it choke on it.” cursing. Repeating the action a few times. You are gagging and crying. He pulls out and bends down holding your jaw and kisses you roughly. Humming. You are panting for air when he lets go.

“So good for me.”

You cough and sniffle as Jungkook's hands slides from your jaw to your neck, towards your shoulder till your fingers, he entangles them and moves your hands above you making you hold the bench and instructs you “Hold on.”

He push down the bench making you squeal in surprise. You almost lie down but your head side slightly tilted so you can see him. All this still kissing you. He is so used to these benches, having spent so many hours here making that jaw dropping body, he doesn't even have to look at the bench to adjust it.

Jungkook cups your face with both hands tilting his head he sucks on your lips. His tongue swipes over yours and you open up to give him access, jungkook pushes his tongue in your mouth, exploring your mouth, dominating the kiss. Licking inside your mouth he plays with your tongue, and sucks on your tongue making you moan, body squirming with need.

Breaking the kiss jungkook descends kissing your jaw, your neck, kneading your breasts with both hands, sucking nipples, giving shocks to your core. Jungkook kneels down. Your legs naturally falling open on both side of bench, spreading.

Jungkook groans looking at your core “Fuck princess you are drenched. Sucking me off got you this wet? What a whore! Making such a mess. Don't worry daddy will clean you up.”

With a flat of his tongue, he licks your inner thighs, smeared by your essence, coming up he licks your labia moaning “mmmhhhh.. so sweat.”

Your body trembled with pleasure, breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. Jungkook avoids your clit thinking you must be sensitive. Licking around your entrance, he enters your core with his tongue. Pushing it inside he starts fucking you with it. Curving his tongue trying to reach the depth of your vagina. Your legs shake as you cry in pleasure. Humming he moves up to suck your pussy lips. You almost move your hands to hold his hairs. The intensity in jungkook’s eyes when he looks up at you while sucking your pussy lips, makes your hand stop midway.

He growls, plopping his lips off of your pussy lips “Keep your hands up. You don't deserve to touch me yet.”

Neglecting your whines, he continues licking inside your pussy lips, flicking his tongue on your clit making you hiss. The touch so light, but it still gave you shocks. Spreading your pussy lips with his tattooed fingers he flats his tongue and laps at your clit up n down. You curse holding the bench tighter. You cry closing your eyes throwing your head back. Your legs automatically closes around his head. You are sensitive but the urge to come wins over and you buck your hips up to get his touch more. The way you are moaning, you can't even recognize your own voice. Jungkook circles your opening with two fingers making you whimper.

You beg to feel them inside “Please.” He listens this time and slides his fingers in your core with speed so slowly you get impatient. You again buck your hips to get more pleading “More daddy, please.”

Hooking his finger inside he moves them in come hear motion while sucking on your clit, making your legs shake, sparks flying. You cried “Dadddyyyy”

“Cum.”

The dam bursts, resistance shattered. Curses tumble from your lips, Uninhibited, raw, and primal.

Your hips buck wildly, shameless abandon, seeking release.

Your stomach clenches, muscles contract, Body goes rigid, your back arching in ecstasy. Throwing your head back, you exposed your throat, tears stream down your eyes, a river of pleasure.

Intense sensation overwhelms you. Your climax explodes.

A shuddering, soul-deep release. Warm fluid gushes out of you, squirting, your essence splashes everywhere, Jungkook's face remains buried, drinking in your ecstasy.

His other hand grasp your hips, holding tight, helping you ride the wave.

Jungkook's eyes blaze with primal intensity, Growling, his desire unleashed. He comes up with a sharp inhale, his lips curl, teeth sinking in his bottom lip, Fingers plunge deeper, harder, and faster, at a furious rhythm. He drives you higher, relentlessly, prolonging your ecstasy.

You fall down on the bench Spent, entwined, and sated.

Whining you push at his hand. Jungkook stops as if he came out of trance, Jungkook's gaze locks onto yours, hunger burning in his eyes.

Eyes closed, you try to swallow. Breathing uneven. Still flinching and shaking with the aftershocks of your high. Whimpering.

Jungkook couldn’t help but think ‘Fuck! The things he wants to do to you.’

His erection pulses with urgency, throbbing veins, swollen with desire. He wraps his hand around the base, Fingers closing like a vice. A gentle squeeze at the base of his dick, his breath catches, a sharp inhale, as he struggles to contain his passion.

Still kneeling on the floor beside bench, Jungkook’s passion-saturated gaze lingers, allowing you a moment’s respite. His chest heaves, restraint evident, patience wearing thin, and his desire to feel you engulf him intensifying. He craves the warmth of your embrace to feel you envelop him, snugly. But he waits.

Your eyelids flutter open, gazing down at Jungkook's intense face. His eyes blaze with fervent desire, melting your heart, and stirring passion.

You moisten your lips, invitingly, hands reaching out, beckoning him closer. Your voice, husky and barely audible, calls out to him, longing to reconnect.

Jungkook springs upright, grasping your hand, supportive and gentle, yet electrified.

Fingers cradle your face, thumbs tracing. Concern etched on his features. "You okay?"

You nod, affirming your readiness,

"Can you take me?" he asks, seeking, confirmation of your consent.

"Yes, daddy," you whisper with a soft smile, conviction, yearning to surrender to his love.

"Wanna feel you so bad," you confess honestly, hearts beating faster.

Jungkook's eyes flash with excitement, face lights up with a radiant smile, warmth spreading, as he grasps under your knees. He pulls you in, gentle yet firm,

Unprepared for the sudden movement, your squeal of surprise echoes, delightfully making him laugh with you.

Jungkook seamlessly adjusts, hands push your thighs around him, commanding silently, your legs wrap around his waist, naturally. Locking ankles behind him, secure, Pulling you up by wrapping his hands around your waist, your bodies entwined.

With effortless strength, he turns, cradling you, protective and caring. Gently, he lowers you to the matted floor,

You lie there, surrounded by his presence, anticipating the intimacy to come.

Jungkook's eyes never leave yours, connection palpable, love shining bright.

Jungkook's hardness presses against your core in his heist making you both hiss and moan.

Your hands grasp his shoulders, anchoring yourself.

Jungkook's hand envelops both of yours, pinning them above your head with one hand, a gentle restraint.

You pout, playfully in resistance.

Jungkook's smile, a sly, sensual reply.

“Bite my arm, if its too much, because I’m not gonna hold back.” Jungkook drops as he whispers against your ear. His warning sends shivers down your spine. With a deep breath, you nod, granting permission.

Going between your bodies he guides his length, teasing your entrance, rubbing it in your essence making you moan.

Jungkook's gaze locks onto yours, burning. Baring his teeth, with one swift motion, he plunges, halfway in, stretching you.

Your head tilts back, lost in sensation.

He withdraws, then drives deeper, fully sheathed into your core.

Jungkook growls, a primal, pleased sound of finally being inside you. Your warm, wet walls envelop him, a haven of bliss, finally he stakes his loving claim.

“Fuck daddy”

Jungkook hums “I know baby.”

Jungkook grants you a brief moment, allowing your body to adjust.

Slowly, he begins circling his hips, stretching you.

Your moans escalate, hips bucking upward, craving more.

Jungkook's gaze holds yours, intense focus, witnessing your pleasure, fuelling his own.

He pulls back, then thrusts again, watching your face contort in delight.

Repeatedly, he drives into you, building rhythm, his speed increases and intensity of his stokes grows.

Your cries, music to his ears.

With each stroke, your pleasurable cries and moans grows. Each thrust sending waves of pleasure though both of you.

Jungkook's eyes burn brighter, desire raging, your pleasure, his ultimate goal.

Every thrust, bringing you closer to your sensual bliss.

"Mhhhmmm... Feel me inside you, baby?"

Jungkook's husky voice resonates, vibrations sending shivers down your spine.

"You feel how deep I am? How good I stretch you?" he grinds his hips on you to emphasis.

His words weave a spell of sensual delight, heightening your sense and pleasure.

"God! Yes, daddy. You feel so good. So big." Your nails dig into your palm wanting to feel him.

Your whispered confession ignites Jungkook's passion. Tattooed fingers encircle your neck, gentle yet firm, possessive and sweet. 

His thrusts intensify, deep and unrelenting, unhinged passion unfolding, primal and free. Your hips meeting each thrust with increasing urgency.

“Harder daddy” you gasp.

Jungkook obligated, increasing his pace, his movements becoming more urgent and desperate.

As you felt the pleasure built, your muscles clench around his cock, groans escape Jungkook’s lips, a guttural sound.

You turn your face into your arm hiding, trying to muffle your moans.

"Why hide this from me?" he growls,

Resentment simmering, emotions raw, longing to hear you.

"Look at me," he demands, urgent, eyes locking.

"Let me see your pleasure," he whispers, hungrily devouring each expression.

Your release nears.

Jungkook senses, by your clenching muscles, escalating cries, mouth open, legs lock around him tighter, drawing him deeper, your face contorts in ecstasy.

Suddenly memories intrude his mind, unbidden and vivid, you, self-pleasuring secretly. Hiding from him.

Jungkook's anger reignites, possessiveness and jealousy fuels his actions, pulling out, Jungkook grasps your arm, pulling you up. With authority and dominance in his movements, he guides you to the bench, now his seat,

"Straddle me," he commands, low and husky,

Eyes burning with intensity and desire.

You obey, legs parting, you settle around him,

He holds his cock, offering it to you, invitation to reclaim lost intimacy.

Holding you by the side of your hips "Ride me," he growls, urgency in his voice, to hurry your slow imbalanced movements. Longing to reconnect.

You sit on his cock, feeling it stretch your walls again, you move your hips, resuming previous rhythm,

Jungkook's passion intensifies, guiding your movements, helping you bounce on his cock.

His hands travels up to your jiggling breasts kneading the flesh with both hands, his fingers pinch your nipples, he moves forward to take one in his mouth to suck on it moaning around it. He fucking loves your tits and he loves the fact that you have such sensitive nipples.

You mule by the sensations. “Please daddy, want more.”

Looking up at your face he slaps your ass “Show me.” He commands.

You look down. Before you could speak, he continues “Show me how you made yourself cum yesterday.”

You confess, "I can't, daddy, please help." Grinding on him, trying to reach your high.

His frustration grows, “Why? You were able to do it yesterday! You didn't need my help then, Right? So I won't help you now. Now, prove it," he challenges, his anger simmering. “Common show me how you made that slutty cunt cum.” he demands, testing your limits.

You shake your head, tears welling, "No, daddy, I didn't." your hips slow down, you didn’t realise.

Jungkook's face darkens, slapping your ass, he hisses, "Don't you fucking lie to me, Y/N."

He recalls the evidence, his voice stern, "I saw signs of your pleasure. I smelled your cum on that toy. You think I don’t know how your pussy smells?”

His vulgar language sends a surge of heat to your face with embarrassment turning your flushed cheeks crimson.

You explain, trembling, "No daddy, I promise, I didn’t cum. I was interrupted by a work call."

Jungkook's anger simmers, "But you were on the brink, weren't you?"

Your silence confirms his suspicions.

He holds you by your cheeks with his fingers firmly, making your lips form a pout, his eyes commanding, “Common now, don't waste my time. Show me, how you dared to pleasure yourself without my permission.” His gaze pierces, accusation sharp.

His voice cracks with displeasure. “Or you want me to bring you that toy? Since my cock is not enough to pleasure you. My love wasn’t enough? You needed more?” Jungkook asks shaking his head, anger and hurt mix in his tone.

Your hips completely halts, realising the depth of his hurt. Tears well up in your eyes as you shake your head, "No, daddy, want only you, please."

You reach to hold his face in your small hands gently, trying to kiss him, seeking forgiveness and show him how much you need him. Only him.

Jungkook's sudden grip on your hair halts you, pulling you back by them, cranning your neck, guiding your hands away with his other hand. His face hardens, voice firm, “You should have thought about it before touching this pussy without my permission. If you want me to forgive you then make yourself cum on my cock.” he advises, holding your both hands behind you. His furious eyes locked on yours. “You wanna be my cumslut so bad?  Prove it.” 

You tremble, desire and longing evident.

Jungkook waits, tonguing his cheeks, he just seats their waiting for you. His patience a silent prompt.

Your legs quiver, you have been jumping on his cock for so long already.

The air thickens with anticipation. You adjust your position, seeking optimal connection.

Aligning your body with Jungkook's, adjusting yourself so that his cock would rub against your G-spot and your clit would rub against his pelvic, sparking electric sensations all over your body.

You start grinding your hips against him, moving your hips in forward and back in circular motion, tightening your inner walls against him. Your breast sway and your nipples rub against his chest. Puffs of your breathing fanning on his face. Your messy hair swaying sensually with your movements, tickling his arms. Your cries of pleasure fuelling his desire to fuck you. Gritting his teeth, he resists the urge to move.

To prove yourself, you will do anything. You need only him, nothing else matters.

You push yourself against the pain in your legs, fucking him in fervent, chasing after your release.

Your thighs tremble, moans escalating, inner walls tightening, you still keep your half lidded gaze on him not wanting to upset him anymore.

He recognizes the signs, "You're close, baby."

"Let go," he encourages, "Cum on my cock."

Your pleasure builds, you moans increasing with each thrust of your hips.

Jungkook promises, "Once you cum, I'll show you."

"What you've been missing by playing with that cunt alone by yourself." he whispers into your ear, “I’ll teach you to crave only me.”

Your body shuddered. His promise ignites a flame within. Your heart races, anticipating the unknown. The tension builds, and your body responds. The band snaps, releasing a torrent of pleasure. For the second time tonight, you surrender to ecstasy.

Screaming you cum around his cock, moaning his name, your voice raw and filled with ecstasy. Your essence pooling at his base, flowing down on his balls. Your head falls on his shoulders.

Jungkook’s eyes darkens with desire, he lets go of your hands, grabbing you by your hips, pulling you even closer, deeper, unable to hold back any longer, he thrusts up fucking into you, sending sparks of pleasure through you, helping you ride your high. Cursing at the feeling of your wetness, your pussy walls clenching around him in a vice grip. Jungkook’s body tenses, his muscles staining as he battles to hold back his release. Every fibre of his being screams for surrender, yet, he delays his pleasure, savouring the moment.

As the wave of ecstasy subside, jungkook envelops you in a gentle embrace, lovingly holding you close to him. Your limp body relaxes into his warmth.

“Good girl.” He whispers, his voice dripping with affection. “Such a good girl. My pretty pretty baby.” brushing your hair back.

His lips graze your face, neck and shoulder, leaving trails of tender kisses. His hands cradle your back, and soothing your trembling thighs.

“You did so well baby.” He murmurs.

As Jungkook's praise fades, desire consumes him, his eyes burn with renewed need. His touch ignites a fire within. “Now,” he growls, “I need you.” With a swift motion, sweeps you up by the hips, lifting you effortlessly. Your squeal of surprise fills the air as he sets you down on the matted floor.

He flips you onto your stomach, his hands guiding your hips. Your face presses against the floor, his weight pinning you down.

A sharp slap on your ass makes you gasp. "Fuck! This ass" Jungkook growls, his voice husky with desire.

Another spank follows, sending shivers through your body.

In one swift motion, he pushes into you, filling you completely. Setting a furious pace. You cried out, body arched, the intensity takes your breath away.

Jungkook claims you, his passion unleashes unrestrained, wild and untamed. He holds your hips in the air, grip possessive and strong. His movements deep and steady, hitting your sweet spot with every thrust. Your body yields to his primal desire. Each thrust ignites a fire within.

His caresses turn more insistent, demanding. His grip on your hips tightens, surely leaving marks. Jungkook's thrusts send ripples through your ass cheeks, driving him wild. His balls slapping against your clit with each snap of his hips, making you wetter, and cry in pleasure. You were completely at his mercy, every nerve ending alight with pleasure and overwhelming bliss.

He throws his head back, eyes locked on the mirrored wall.

The reflection reveals your entwined figures, lost in passion.

"Look," he growls, grasping your hair, pulling you up.

His gaze burns into yours. "See how good I make you feel?"

Your eyes meet in the mirror, the connection electric.

His hand claims your neck, possessive yet gentle, pulling you back.

Your body surrenders, your back arcs, as it meets his chest. Head resting on his shoulder.

His tattooed hand trails down, His fingers dance across your skin, seeking sensitive spots. Electric sparks fly where his touch meets your skin. He dips  ring and middle fingers in between your legs, between your pussy lips, feeling your wetness, he drags them up onto your clit.

His touch sends shivers through your body.

Jungkook senses your impending climax and asks,

“Does your toy makes you feel like this?” thrusting hard he continues,

“Can your toy make you cum hard like I do?”

Jungkook's breath caresses your ear, sending shivers. Your senses ignite, nerve endings tingling.

You try to shake your head, struggling to speak through his grip on your neck.

"N-no...only you, Daddy," you whisper.

Jungkook’s growl deepened, his thrusts growing even more fervent. "That's right, baby. Only me." He hissed

His voice is low, husky, and full of emotion.

"Only I can make you feel this way."

“Only I get to pleasure you like this.”

Jungkook’s voice was a deep rumble, eyes blazing with intensity, His touch possessive.

"Your pleasure is mine," Jungkook growls, his movements intensifying.

“You're mine, completely. Mine alone," Jungkook rasped.

“Your pleasure belongs to me. You're mine, body and soul.” Voice rough and possessive.

Your senses soar, body trembling, on fire.

His possessiveness ignites your passion.

"Yess, Fuck! Yes Daddy," your voice breaking with need,

Jungkook's intensity ignites, fuelled by your response.

“Fuck” Jungkook curses, his hips moving at an animalistic pace. His hold on your neck tightening, his fingers moving in fast circles on your clit, his mouth moved to your neck, your shoulder, your back, sucking and biting until the skin was filled with his marks.

You scream “Daddy, gonna cum.” Seeking permission.

"Hold it" he whispers, his eyes locked on yours.

You cry out, nails digging into his arms.

Your body yearns for release. Your only coherent thought the overwhelming desire.

"Please, Please, Please Daddyyy," you beg, eyes squeezed shut, tears streaming down your cheeks.

Jungkook's grip on your neck tightens, his fingers pressing into your skin, the room is filled with the sounds of your joined pleasure-moans, skin slapping on skin, gasps and the slick sounds of your pussy. Jungkook pounds into you with a relentless, almost feral intensity.

Shaking you he growls, "Open your eyes," his breath hot against your ear. "Look how I make you cum around me."

You comply, gasping, your lids fluttering open.

In the mirror, your reflection reveals flushed skin and parted lips, face twisted in pleasure, his hand on your neck, other in between your legs, your body covered in marks given by him, his intense, lustful gaze on you. It’s too much, everything is too much. You feel him everywhere.

"Oh my God" you wail, awestruck.

Jungkook's smirk reflects in the mirror, his eyes burning with desire. His thrusts hard and relentless, driven by the primal urge.

Jungkook squeezes his fingers around your neck tighter making it hard for you to breath, increasing your pleasure. Your walls clench on him, you teeter on the edge of your high. Jungkook thrusts become almost frantic, his body driven by urge to cum.

Your vision blurs and darkens, eyes almost going cross.

"Cum," he growls with low voice, his urgency palpable. "Cum with me."

Your eyes lock on him, the connection electric.

Your back arches, head tilting, your nails digging into his arms, mouth going slack, as waves of pleasure crash over you.

Your body trembles, shudders, surrendering to the storm. Jungkook's passion fuels yours, you lose control, Lost in the torrent of pleasure. White light exploding behind your closed eyes.

Jungkook's grip eases, intensifying your climax.

You cries of pleasure grow louder, voice croaked because of the intensity of euphoria. Your body trembles, barely holding on.

Together, you both reach the pinnacle.

Jungkook's body shudders, his muscles tensing, his thrusts become more erratic, each one deeper and more forceful than the last, with final powerful thrust Jungkook roared releasing his seed filling your insides with warmth, his cock vibrates inside you, painting your wall white.

You follow him over the edge, squeezing tight. Your walls clench, milking every drop of Jungkook’s seed. Your release streaming down on the floor.

Blacking out you collapse, overwhelmed by the intensity of sensations crashing over you.

Jungkook swiftly wraps his arms around your waist, supporting you.

He gently turns you both onto your sides, lowering himself to the floor.

Jungkook's arms envelop you, holding you close. His chest pressed against your back, holding you snug. Your bodies tremble, breathing shallow, entwined in ecstasy. His cock still deep buried in you, he showers your neck with tender kisses. Praising you, saying sweet nothings in your ear, caressing your body, his touch soothing and gentle helping you ease through the aftershocks of your intense pleasure, professing his love for you. Safe in his arms.

As Jungkook’s breathing slows, he gently withdraws, and your shared release follows making him groan at the sight.

He gazes at you, his eyes filled with Love and adoration.

You drift, lost in a haze of bliss.

Vaguely, you recall:

Jungkook scooping you up, cradling you bridal-style.

A warm bathroom, gentle cleansing, fragile sensations, soothing touches & kisses, sweet praises.

Next, you're nestled in bed, surrounded by comfort. Jungkook's arms envelop you, a haven of warmth. Jungkook's chest cradles your face, holding you close, his heartbeat soothing. Your heartbeat synchronizes with his, a soothing rhythm.

Soft kisses rain down.

"I love you," he whispers, reverence in his tone.

"You're amazing, baby. So good to me."

His words weave a tapestry of devotion.

Together, you both surrender to sleep's sweet embrace.

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Bonded

“You didn’t think that having Jungkook save you from an abusive arranged marriage by marking you would mean that you would have to marry him instead. Yet here you are. Bonded to him for life, with his father threatening to ban you if you fuck it up and with your marriage night one step away. It wouldn’t be that scary if you weren’t aware that his family doesn’t bond with omegas.”

- Sequel to Alpha -

Pairing: Alpha!Jungkook x f. omega!Reader

Genre: Werewolves!AU, forced marriage!AU, childhood best friends to lovers!AU, marriage night!AU, Angst, Romance, SMUT

Warnings: Hard Dom!Jungkook, happy sub!Reader, size & strength kink, he is a lot taller than her, angst & misunderstandings in the beginning, poor woman gets threatened left and right at her own bonding party, please protect her, Kook is hurt by her at first but the problem gets solved hihi, her brother is a dick tbfh, insanely protective!Jungkook, whipped Alpha in loveeee, lots of kisses and touches, he is really soft with her & just a lil nervous, he is so lethal tbfh no wonder she gets turned on by him so easily bahaha, kissing & biting of her scent spots, the spots are on her neck and her tits and her inner thighs, he accidentally stimulates them long enough that she goes into heat, which makes him go into his ruts <3, this is a really passionate bonding night for sureeee, intense and hungry nipple sucking, her poor omega tits swell and produce sweet liquid (not milk just idk omega liquid lmaloaooa listen I made this up as I was going and it's hot), Jungkook eats it upppp, sooooo much slick, lots of drool and tears hihih, rough penetrative sex with his big alpha cock, knotting, lots of orgasms for both, breeding with his hot cum mhmh, listen he fucks her roughly while he is knotted which means she repeatedly gets penetrated by his knot, she likes it cause she is so into him, stimulation of her cervix which feels really good for an omega, she is in heaven with him fr, he never felt as good before as well, sex in missionary then in mating press and then just tangled up in a mess of limbs, praise, hand holding, he calls her "baby" & "my love" & "princess", the cuddliest and safest and giggliest aftercare, they're not aware of it yet but they're true mates <3, oh yeah! they break the bed

Wordcount: 15.8k

a/n: YOU HOES (affectionately) ASKED FOR IT AND THIS HOE (me, derogatory) LISTENED!!! I FUCKING LISTENED!!! AND I AGREED!! We need more Alpha!Kook in our life and on this blog. This is the hottest smut ever like (tmi but) i need to jerk it afterwards, which rarely happens with my smut HFAHDSFH i need him to be my alpha husband and rearrange my guts daily tbfh 😔 have fun besties, i hope this is a worthy enough sequel to the first part 😩💛 ps: for all you omegaverse veterans, i'm still a newbie to this AU and this story is MY interpretation of the AU hehe any rule changes are done intentional to my comfort levels <3

If you knew that agreeing to Jungkook’s plan would mean This, perhaps you never would have agreed. Perhaps if the night hadn’t been so stormy and you so hopeless, you wouldn’t have said yes. 

But you did and now you are here. In front of the entire pack, in a long dress as your pack’s priest is talking about eternal faithfulness. You knew that being marked by an alpha would mean that you had to be with him, but didn’t think it would mean This. 

Your family is in the audience. First row, next to Jungkook’s family. Your brother stares at you with a look you can’t quite make out. You still can’t really stand his face. Jungkook’s father seems displeased and you don’t blame him. The little stunt you pulled made alpha Urquard furious and it was Jungkook’s father who had to take care of it. He wanted to trade another omega at first, but Jungkook stopped him before that could happen. You didn’t get to see Jungkook for two whole days after this incident and when he came back, his upper lip was chipped and he didn’t want to talk about what happened. 

“Urquard’s not gonna bother our pack again. That’s all you need to know”, he told you tiredly while you tried to nurse his lip. “And there’s something else. It’s about us”, he then continued.

“About us? What about us?”

“If we wanna keep living here, we have to do something.”

“What do we have to do?”

“And with this kiss, I may pronounce you husband and wife”, the priest says and howls. The rest of the pack follows. Everyone, except Jungkook’s father who is staring holes into you darkly. It is custom for werewolves to howl for a newly bonded couple. It is meant to bring luck and happiness into the marriage. Having the pack alpha refuse this ritual is not a good sign. 

You gulp down the heavy lump in your throat, shifting your nervous eyes to Jungkook. He seems nervous too, clasping your clammy hands. He closes the distance. Thankfully the howls are loud enough to mask your voices.

“He isn’t-”

“I know. Ignore him. He’s a stubborn idiot.” Jungkook cups your cheek. “Can I kiss you?” 

You hesitate, feeling dizzy from lack of oxygen in your lungs. His father isn’t howling. What if Jungkook doesn’t want this bond either? If you knew that your night with him would end in marriage, maybe you wouldn’t have said yes to him. He wants to kiss you, doesn’t he? His eyes are studying your lips. You want to kiss him too, but it is so scary to go for it. What if he doesn’t want this bond? You hesitate and hesitate. As a matter of fact, you hesitate long enough for the howls to die down. 

Heavy, thick silence follows. The pack stares. The priest stares. Jungkook’s father stares. Jungkook himself stares.

“Hey uhm, this is the part where you kiss me”, he whispers. 

“I know”, you whisper back.

The priest clears his throat. Jungkook licks his lips nervously, still waiting for your consent. Someone in the audience coughs.

If you knew that agreeing to Jungkook’s plan would lead to having to bond with him, perhaps you never would have agreed. He promised you that you would just have to pretend, that you wouldn’t have to be with him if you didn’t want to and yet here you are. You are now officially his mate. Well, not until you kissed him. You really want to kiss him, but it’s so scary. 

“You have to kiss for the bond to be sealed”, the priest whispers as well. 

You glance at the audience. Your family seems nervous. Jungkook’s father seems hopeful but also very angry. You look at Jungkook, whose eyes have darkened slightly.

“It seems that the bond is invali-”, the priest tries to announce loudly, but before he can finish his sentence, Jungkook silences him by pulling you into the kiss. 

You gasp, eyes wide open and body frozen. His big hand is on the back of your head, keeping you close. The priest sees it as a sign and begins the howling again. It fills the wedding house, almost sounding like melodies of joy. But you feel sick to the stomach. You are mated for life. Jungkook made sure of it and you made sure of how your marriage will be because you hesitated. You can see it in his eyes once he pulls back and they are as cold as ice. Holy fuck, you messed up.

The iciness of his stare continues long into the festivities. It is the duty of the newly  bonded couple to open the dance floor with a dance. You and Jungkook have to wait behind a curtain to be called to the floor. You arrive a little later than him because your mother wanted to talk to you before that. Something about being a good mate to him. You didn’t really listen because she pissed you off. 

Jungkook sends you an icy glare, tonguing his cheek.

“You”, you stomp to him. Your mother made you angry enough that you feel the need to take it out on him. 

He watches you with a cocked up brow. You shove at his chest. He doesn’t budge, but stares with widened eyes. 

“How dare you force the kiss onto me like this. You took away my choice”, you hiss.

“Tch.”

“Don’t tch me. You said that it was my choice. You forced me.”

He tenses his jaw, looking anywhere but you. You shove him again with no chance of moving him. 

“Did you hear me?”

“I don’t know if you already forgot the five prior conversations we had, but if we didn’t bond today, my dad would have banished us both. I made sure that this wouldn’t happen”, he answers you snappishly.

“This still doesn’t give you the right to kiss me like this”, you throw back, shoving at his chest.

He doesn’t budge, taking your hands to stop you from shoving him again. His grip is strong and possessive, but doesn’t hurt. 

“The priest was gonna renounce our bond. I had to act fast”, he hisses.

“Yeah well, I didn’t want to be forced into it.”

“I know that by now”, Jungkook spits and swipes your hands away, turning a cold shoulder to you. He crosses his arms in front of his chest so tightly it looks as if he is trying to hug himself.

“I want an apology for it”, you insist.

“I’m sorry.” 

You falter for a moment, not having expected it. 

“I’m sorry, okay? Just. Drop it now, please.”

“Drop it? Excuse me?” 

Jungkook turns his head away.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you.”

No eye contact.

“Jungkook?” 

“I’m done talking to you”, he grumbles.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“It means that you hurt me.”

You gawk at him, holding your breath. He turns to you, meeting your eyes with such urgency it feels as if he is trying to drown you in the connection.

“All this talk about not wanting me to hold back. You told me not to stop telling you that you’re mine. Was it just empty talk?” he asks.

His heartbroken scent makes you feel heavy in your chest. 

“What? I, I don’t- what?” you stutter.

“Did it ever mean something to you?” 

“Kook, I-”

“Don’t call me that”, he hisses and steps closer. The thing is, however, that you don’t feel the instinctive need to step back. He doesn’t feel dangerous to you. Not because he isn’t scary, because he definitely is, but because you know for a fact that he wouldn’t hurt you. “Don’t call me that after what you did today.”

You gulp. He puts his hand over his heart, eyes showing how hurt he feels. His voice quivers as he speaks.

“You made me have my first knot ever. You, you made me feel so good that I bit you. You had your first knotting orgasm through me. I was fucking alive inside you”, he say and puts his other hand on your stomach where you once allowed him to feel himself in you. 

You gasp and tense at the touch, putting your hand over his’. His touch seeps into you, reminding you how it was to carry his warmth inside you. Everything inside you wants him within the first touch. The connection is so intense that you draw closer to him instinctively.

“I thought that it meant something to you too. So why did you hesitate?” he stresses, eyes racing between yours.

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” Jungkook pulls his hand away from your stomach. “Wow, okay.”

“Kook, please.”

“Forget it. Let’s just get it over with”, he hisses and a second later, the curtains open and you have to pretend to be a happy couple.

He takes your hand, leading you to the dance floor while howls and claps cheer you on. He positions you and him in the middle of the dance floor, looking down at you with a tightened face. 

The music starts. So does the dance. 

Jungkook leads it, you follow. He holds you so close. He looks so deeply into your eyes. To anyone else it must seem as if he can’t get enough of his wife, but you are close enough to him that you know his true feelings. He wants this stupid dance to end as quickly as possible. 

You can’t bear to look up at him any longer, lowering your eyes.

“Don’t. Look up.” 

You obey instinctively.

“You’ve already fucked up the kiss, don’t fuck up the dance as well.” 

“I’m sorry.” 

“It’s already a little too late for that, isn’t it?” he says and leans you back as part of the dance. For just a second you see the world upside down before he lifts you again, holding you against his chest as he twirls over the dance floor with you. It makes your dress dance with you and blurs the world around you. He furrows his brows.

“Did it ever mean anything to you?” he asks. 

“I don’t know.”

“Yes or no? It’s a simple answer.”

“I was desperate and I-”

“Wow.” 

“I, I just meant that I don’t know if it meant what it meant to you.”

“Stop talking, seriously.”

You gulp. Jungkook looks away. 

“You have to look at me”, you whisper panickedly.

“Don’t worry, the dance is already fucked”, Jungkook says and coincidentally enough, the music switches just this moment. The rest of the pack fills the dance floor, but you barely notice them.

Jungkook steps back and leaves you in the middle of the dance floor. Your chest feels tight. You didn’t want it to come to this. Of course it meant something to you, but he cornered you right now and you tend to say the wrong things under pressure. You didn’t want to give him a dishonest answer, but didn’t have the full answer ready yet. Oh god, this isn’t what you wanted to happen.

Sudden fear fills you. You know instantly that his father is next to you. You force yourself to look at him, holding your breath.

“Ruin this bond, you and your family can look for a new pack. Understood?”

You nod your head fearfully.

“Speak up!” 

“Yes! Understood!” 

“That’s better. Fucking, bratty omega. Just because my son can’t keep his dick in his pants. I’ll teach him how to discipline you, be sure of that”, he says with a deadly glare and turns his back to you, leaving you in the middle of the dance floor.

You bite back tears. 

Alcohol. You need to forget this night. Yes, that’s the solution.

Werewolf bonding parties aren’t that different from human wedding parties. There is good music, delicious food, lots of dancing and even more laughter. There is also, of course, the occasional friendly fighting between two wolves, which may seem scary to a human but is perfectly normal to your species. There is even a saying that if a bonding party doesn’t have friendly fighting, the bond will not last. A part of you had hoped that your party would be such a party just so it wouldn’t be you who ruins the marriage and therefore has to carry the alpha’s wrath. But your wish wasn’t granted the moment you watched Yoongi and Hoseok start a friendly wrestling march next to the margaritas bar.

Speaking of margaritas, you are drunk on them by now. Way too drunk, barely able to stand on two feet. 

“Fuck, I need air”, you get out and turn to leave. You run your eyes over the crowd. Your family is by their table, your brother follows you with his eyes. You must be way too drunk because for a second it felt as if he was hunting you with them. You break contact, spotting Jungkook next. He is talking to one of the betas, Seokjin. He also seems terribly drunk. You look away quickly, stumbling past him on your way outside. He follows you with his eyes as you do, but you are too drunk to notice.

The night is cold. A welcome change to the stuffy air inside. Tonight is a new moon. You look up at the moonless sky. Weddings under a new moon mean that they will last long. That’s what the legends say. The new life together starts with the new cycle of the moon. First the fighting, now this. Your marriage seriously wants to last, doesn’t it?

You stumble to a quiet corner, resting against the wall. The music is blurred behind a veil of alcohol and the thick walls of the venue.

The thing is, it’s not that you had to bond with Jungkook which upsets you so much. It is the fact that it had to happen under such circumstances. You are sure that if he didn’t have to mark you in order to save your life, he would have never even thought about taking you as a mate. You know how his family thinks. A wolf with the alpha gen should mate with another wolf with the alpha gen. Bonding with an omega isn’t a thing in Jungkook’s family. And this is what scares you. You are an omega in a family of alphas and his father seems to fucking hate it. What if Jungkook hates it too? He talked about keeping you safe and not wanting to let you go, but he probably didn’t think that he would have to mate with you. He was probably high on his afterglow and talked without thinking.

“Urgh”, you let out, grinding your fangs. 

But then, why was he so upset that you hesitated? Was it because he wanted to own you as quickly as possible? But he smelled heartbroken. Someone who is merely upset about not owning you wouldn’t smell like this. This is confusing you so much. 

“Who knew that you would be married before me.” 

You turn your head to your brother. You must be really drunk because his eyes still seem so different.

“It’s crazy to imagine that you came back and got bonded”, he says. 

“Only because you fucked up and I almost had to die for it. Otherwise, Jungkook would have never had to step in and I would have never had to bond with him”, you throw back.

Your brother studies you with furrowed brows.

“Look, I said that I’m sorry and I am. It was an accident. I thought that she was a deer.”

“Tch, sure. I know you were into her. I watched you sneak away sometimes to see her. You got jealous and decided to kill her because you couldn’t bear the thought that she was to be with someone else. Admit it”, you challenge him because you know that it was bullshit. Your brother would never kill someone out of jealousy. 

Something changes in your brother’s face, however. Your brother disappears, the face of an ice cold killer stares back at you. The face of a killer who killed before and who would do it again. He steps closer and you instinctively step back. Fear and the desire to flee overcomes you. It is difficult however when he has you cornered. It is a dark corner and there are no people around.

“What, what are you doing? You, you are scary”, you stutter.

“You know, you were never supposed to come back.”

“What?”

“If I were you, I’d be careful with your words from now on”, he warns, dragging the back of his hand down your face, “are we understood, sister?” 

You whimper instinctively, avoiding his eyes. His touch feels like sandpaper on your skin. He comes closer. You are so scared. 

“Are we under-”, he stumbles back as a strong hand tugs him away from you. It is so rough in fact that he squeaks against his will.

“Do we have a problem here?” Jungkook growls, stepping between you and your brother. He is huffing his air, torso stretching the fabric of his suit because his protectiveness is making his body grow. Your brother tries to take a step closer, but instantly stops with just one deep growl of Jungkook. 

Your brother looks at you for a brief moment. The person you once knew is gone from his eyes. 

“I was already leaving”, he presses out and turns his back to leave. He knows better than to pick a fight with Jungkook. He gets as far as one step before the latter pulls him back. 

He tries to fight him in reaction, but gives up quickly when Jungkook renders him useless with a strong grip on his chin. His claws dimple his skin, threatening to break through. He is towering over your brother by now. 

“You are the one who is going to start picking his words carefully from now on. She is under my protection now. Is that clear?”

“Is this supposed to scare me?”

“Don’t test me.” Jungkook hisses, shaking him by his chin. “I’ll let you go tonight because you’re her brother and I don’t wanna break her heart, but you threaten her again and you’re dead. Are we understood?” he snarls his words, eyes dangerously golden and sharp fangs on full display.

“Yes”, your brother croaks out.

“Speak up!” Jungkook barks, shaking him.

“Yes! I’m sorry, yes!” 

“Good. Now leave, you’re ruining my wife’s mood”, Jungkook growls and pushes him away. 

The man, who was once your brother, stumbles back and runs off with his tail tucked between his legs.

Jungkook stares him down until he truly left and only then, he turns to you. He puts his hands on your upper arms, touching you so gently one might never know how roughly he handled your brother seconds ago. His features are clouded over with worry. His body is smaller again and his muscles shrunk back to their relaxed size.

“Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” he asks, studying you worriedly.

You shake your head, gasping for air in small, helpless breaths. 

“Hey, sshhh you’re okay now. You’re okay”, he says, hugging you against his chest. One hand is on your back, the other on the back of your head. The calming scent of him engulfs you, masking your own frightened scent.

“People need to stop threatening me tonight”, you get out, sobbing into him.

“You’re okay, baby. You’re okay”, he keeps repeating the words, placing little kisses all over the crown of your head.

The fight of earlier feels far away to both of you. Especially to him.

It wasn’t long after you stumbled past him, that he followed you outside. At first he followed you with the intent of confronting you again, but then he saw that you were talking to your brother and he stayed back. Because of his heightened senses, he heard everything of your conversation with him. He also smelled your fear even before hearing your whimper and it drove up his desire to protect you to such levels that he has to tremble now that he finally holds you safe and sound. 

“You’re okay. I’m here now. I’m here.”

You tilt your head up, meeting his eyes.

“This wasn’t my brother anymore.”

“I know, I’m sorry”, he says, wiping your tears.

“He murdered her. Kook, he is a murderer.”

“I heard everything. I’ll take care of it. I promise.”

“He looked at me as if he wanted to kill me too.”

“I wouldn’t have let him. He’d have been dead if he tried.”

“Kook”, you get out and hide away in his chest.

You smell so sad and heartbroken and scared. Jungkook feels parts of his body cramp from how much he trembles. He wants to protect you more than he already does. It is driving him insane that he can’t do more for you.

“Jungkook, I wanna go home but I don’t…” Your sad scent reaches its peak as tears roll down your cheeks. “I don’t even know where that is anymore”, you press out and sob. 

“Hey no, don’t cry. I’ll take you home”, Jungkook says and puts his arm around you to lead you away from the venue. You let your head fall against him, crying loudly because everything is just a lot for you. 

“Do we have to tell anyone? Can we just leave? What if they ask questions? I don’t know what to do anymore, I don’t-”

“Hey, everything is gonna be okay. We’re the bridal couple, they’ll just have to accept the fact that we left early.”

You nod your head in understanding. You are so glad that he took control right now. You would have been lost and overwhelmed without him.

You walk home side by side. It happens for comfort reasons that, after a while, you and he stop hugging so close. You are in nothing but your dress and he is in nothing but his suit. The streets are empty and quiet because the entire pack is currently at your wedding party. 

You already walked long enough that you managed to calm down from the initial shock. It is an unspoken truth between you and him that you don’t want to talk about what happened. This means, however, that your walk is silent and that feels really awkward.

The town you grew up in hasn’t changed much ever since you were a child. The same trees still grow along the same streets, except that they are a lot taller these days. The same houses are still home to the same people and bonding nights are still held in the town’s sports hall. 

Said sports hall is still close to the playground and the way home still leads through it. 

You and Jungkook slow down as you walk down a metaphorical memory lane. You scraped your knee on the slide when you were eight and he had to blow on it to make it better. Jungkook sprained his ankle jumping off the swing when he was nine and you had to hold his hand as his mother rubbed it better again. Under the weeping willow, you and your friends played the silly little dares and you had your first kiss with him. 

You look away from the tree, meeting Jungkook’s eyes. He looked at it as well. You turn your head away, feeling your throat tighten in panic. Jungkook feels his heart twist in reaction. The better voice in him says not to dwell on it, the love drunk idiot in him tells him to fight for it. He wins in the end. 

“Wanna sit on the swings?” he suggests.

“And do what?” 

“I don’t know. Swing? Sober up a little?”

You contemplate for a second, nodding your head in the end. 

You weren’t even aware of how much you needed to sit until you are on the swing, stretching out your legs. You hate heels. They’re the worst shoes ever invented. You swing back and forth slowly, Jungkook does the same. This is still the same swing set you and he played on twenty years ago. The chains still leave this weird metallic smell on your hands and the rusty hinges seem to creak even more these days. You look up at the sky. The stars are so clear without the moon hiding them in her shine. You know this view all too well. In your left vision there are some branches of a maple tree and in the right a electrical pole is peaking at you. The view is familiar to you because twenty years ago, you and Jungkook sat at the same swing in the same order like you do today. 

You dare to glance at him. He is looking at the sky, unaware of your eyes on him. His face is relaxed, his lips slightly parted in awe of the vast universe. His eyes are the darkest brown right now, reflecting the stars. The street lights behind him illuminate the edges of his silhouette, glimmering in parts of his dark hair as well. He is so beautiful when he thinks that no one is looking. 

To think that you subconsciously chose the same swing even after all these years. He broke your heart like this fifteen years ago and now you are back, bonded. Your heart feels heavy. You shouldn’t have hesitated. You don’t know how Jungkook feels about this bond, but you get a feeling that you shouldn’t have hesitated. 

A gust of wind sweeps through the playground and makes you shiver. Your teeth clatter and you wrap your arms around yourself to rub your freezing skin. He looks at you, studying you.

“Are you cold?” he asks. 

“It’s fine. I just wasn’t planning on being outside for so long. I only wanted to catch some air for a bit. I’m kinda drunk.”

Jungkook stands up from his swing.

You watch him, confused.

He shrugs off his suit jacket and closes the distance to put it over your shoulders. It is warmed up from him, instantly stilling your shivers. It also smells like him, making you just a little droopy. He hovers his hands over your shoulders because he doesn’t know if you want his touch, talking in a soft voice. 

“Is this better?” 

“Yeah, thanks”, you whisper, feeling your heart race. 

“Good. Keep it. I’m too hot anyway”, he says and leaves your side to sit down next to you.

He swings back and forth gently, watching some leaves dance on the ground as the wind carries them. Now is the perfect opportunity to talk, but he feels mute. He doesn’t want to fuck it up. Or perhaps he just doesn’t want to get hurt again. 

He dances his eyes over the playground, reminiscing on all the memories he shares with you here. You and he could have been so right and then his father fucked him up. Jungkook forces down the heavy lump in his throat.

“What’s wrong?” 

He looks at you with widened eyes.

“What do you mean?” 

“I’m an omega. I can smell when people around me are upset.”

“Ah. I don’t know. I guess, just thinking of old stuff”, he says and rubs the side of his neck. 

“Yeah. Lots of memories here”, you say and sigh.

Jungkook sees it as his cue to ask you what he had planned to ask you before he witnessed you with your brother instead. 

“Why did you hesitate?”

You almost fall off the swing in shock. Jungkook takes your hand, providing you with support. He feels vast of air when you instinctively squeeze him back and intertwine your fingers deeper. There they are again. Those mixed signals. You say one thing, but do the other. You do another thing, but say the complete opposite. Jungkook can barely take the confusion anymore, repeating his question again. 

“I get it that you were nervous, but it looked like you didn’t want to kiss me at all. Why?”

“I just…”, you pull your hand back, swinging gently to soothe yourself.

Jungkook swings as well, looking at you. 

“All of this is a lot for me. I went from a normal woman to a sex slave by a snatch to an omega marked, to a wife in the span of two weeks. This is a lot to work through.”

“Yeah, when you put it like this, it really is.”

“I didn’t think that our little stunt in the shed would lead to this.”

“Yeah honestly, neither did I. I thought that they would want us to date for a little and that’s it.”

“Yeah”, you agree and glance at him. “I’m scared that you are only doing this because your dad forced you. That’s why I hesitated. I saw the way he looked at me.”

“Don’t think about him. He is old and unhappy. He didn’t force me. Not when I…I dreamt of having you as my wife ever since I’ve known you.”

“What?”

You stop swinging. Jungkook stops as well, turning with the swing to face you.

“I think that’s why I kissed you. The priest wanted to announce that it’s invalid and I panicked and went in. I just needed to know that this wouldn’t be lost forever.”

“Oh my god, you dreamed of bonding with me?” you press out, eyes full of emotions.

“Ever since I’ve known you. Well, you know, ever since I knew what bonding meant. I always wanted it to be with you.”

“Kook…”

He rests his head against the metal chain, reaching his hands out for you. You turn with your swing and take his hands, feeling your pulse in your neck because of how high he raises it. His thumbs draw hearts on your skin, his eyes are so soft.

“Yeah, I guess it’s out there now”, he says, laughing softly.

“It is”, you whisper and squeeze his hands.

Jungkook squeezes them right back, smiling with his eyes before it washes over his lips as well. 

“I can’t believe you’re telling me this on the same swing set you best friend broke up with me when we were twelve.” 

He laughs, lifting his brows for it. It’s such a cute laugh, making you laugh with him. 

“Correction, where I was forced to best friend break up with you ‘cause my dad is a control freak.” 

“Right. I’m sorry that your dad sucks.” 

"Yeah, I guess I got used to it. He’s my dad, that’s how he is.” 

“I’m still sorry.”

“Thanks.” Jungkook says and lets go of your hands to twirl back to the front. He takes a deep breath and stands up.

“Where are you going?”

“If I remember correctly, you always loved the swing the most.” 

“I did, but what’s that got to do with anything?”

He walks behind you and puts his hands on the chain of the swing. 

“Hold on tight.” 

“Huh? Oh!” 

He pushes you, making you swing back and forth. You squeal, having to laugh afterwards. Jungkook snickers with you, pushing you a second time to make you swing higher. Your shared laughter dances through the playground and in this short moment in life’s series of moments, you and he feel like kids again. There are no responsibilities lingering in the back of your heads, no fears of the future, no stresses of past days nor dreams ruined by reality. You and he are twelve again, using the swings after a long day of playing adventurers in the forests. The stars shine brighter and the wind doesn’t feel that cold anymore. You are alive again, flying to the very stars with each push Jungkook gives you. 

“Not too high please, I’ll get scared”, you squeal, feeling tears of laughter run down your cheeks. 

“Don’t worry, I won’t push you too high. I never did, remember?” 

You and he talk as he continues to push you on the swing. 

“If I remember correctly, you sometimes pushed me way too high because you were a gremlin like that.”

“A gremlin? Wow, okay”, he laughs and pushes you extra hard as playful revenge.

“Hey! No, it’s too high!” you squeak, laughing way too much.

Jungkook does it again.

“Kook please! I’m gonna fall, ah!” 

And it happens. Your drunk ass falls off the swing. You squeal, preparing for impact which never comes. Instead he catches you in his strong arms, looking down at you with protective, caring eyes.

“Are you okay?” he whispers.

“Yeah, thanks”, you whisper, watching his lips move. You giggle, dropping your head on his shoulder, “fuck, I’m too clumsy for this.” 

“Hah, yeah.”

Jungkook noticed that you looked at his lips. For just a second, he wanted to kiss you. In the end, he didn’t. He won’t ever kiss you again without your consent. 

He sets you down gently, holding both your hands against his chest. You look up at him, feeling a little robbed of air. His eyes race between yours as if he trying to build connection between your souls with just one look.

“I promise to be a good husband to you. No harm shall ever come to you through my hands and if I should ever break this promise, it is your right to strike me down. You have my body as protection and my heart to find a home in, ___. You always have and you always will.”

“You keep saying that. Does it mean..?”

“It does. It means that I love you and that I’ll do anything to make you happy.” He exhales shakily. “I know that you don’t feel the same and I’m sorry again that I kissed you. Please, can you forgive-” 

You put your finger on his lips, silencing him. He whimpers a little because of it.

“Can I say something now? Please?” 

“Of course”, he says and steps back, fumbling with his own hands nervously. 

“I’m not mad at you anymore that you kissed me. I, I was planning to kiss you, I was. I just, I saw your dad and he wasn’t howling and then I thought that we’re only in this situation because you had to save me. And I panicked and I was scared that we’d regret it and yeah.” 

He nods his head in understanding, lowering his eyes sadly. You take his hand.

“It meant something to me too.” 

He meets your emotional eyes, feeling emotional himself.

“It meant something to me, maybe not the same as it did to you but it did mean something to me. I wanted to tell you this, but didn’t know how. I get nervous when I’m cornered and I forget my words and then say dumb stuff.”

“I get it. I’m sorry that I cornered you. I guess I have the tendency to be pushy when I’m nervous. I shouldn’t have cornered you, I’m sorry.”

“Yeah well, I should have said something. I liked what we did in the shed and it meant something to me.” You put his hand on your stomach. “You were alive inside me and it was the best feeling I ever experienced.”

Jungkook sighs your name, instinctively drawing closer to you.

“But we also barely know each other as adults. What if we realize that we’re not right as mates once we get to know each other?” 

“I don’t think that will happen. I’m still the same than I was before, just older.” 

“You’re an alpha these days.”

“I am and I’ll use this status to provide for you and to keep you safe. I promise.” 

“Really?” you whisper, looking up at him with those same puppy eyes you had in the shed. 

Jungkook feels weak in the knees. Those eyes are lethal to him.

“Yes, really. All I want is someone to provide for, someone to care for and protect. And for that someone to be you. I just. I wanna keep you safe, ___”, he says.

“Oh”, you let out and exhales shakily.

“Mhm, yeah”, he breathes and brushes the back of his fingers down your temple.

“But”, you begin.

“Yes?”

“But not too much. I don’t want you to get hurt”, you say and trace his upper lip. The cut healed by now, but the memory of how it looked is still in your mind. Jungkook chases your touch, closing his fingers around your wrists. He holds you tenderly, tracing the spots most sensitive with his thumbs. 

“Alright, not too much”, he whispers, smiling softly. 

You share silence, looking at the other. Jungkook is the one to break it. 

“We’ll get to know each other again and it’s gonna be nice. I want to make this work”, he whispers.

“I wanna make it work too. Not for the sake of my safety or anything, but because I wanna love you too.” 

“You do?” 

You nod your head.

Jungkook exhales shakily, closing the distance for a kiss. He stops just a breath away.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks.

You give him your answer by erasing the remaining distance, connecting your lips with his’. His knees buckle, his arms instantly fall around you to hold you close. The world around you seems non-existent as your lips are lost in the kind of kiss a bonded couple should exchange. It is epic. Jungkook feels so alive. He knows that if he tried hard enough, he could touch the stars. 

You feel the same. This kiss is your reminder that whatever you and he have is out of your control. It is a bond made by fate, formed under a new moon. This is how you felt in the shed when he was alive inside you. 

Those feelings are heightened because of the alcohol, forcing you closer to him. Which makes him lose control for just a second, ending in you pressed up against the swing set post and with his hand on your lower back. 

It knocks out a soft moan from you. Jungkook answers it in a deep purr, sliding his right hand to your cheek to tilt your head higher. He sucks on your lower lip, ending it with a gentle bite.

The effect is instant for you. Slick begins to gather between your legs, your head gets droopy and everything inside you screams at you to give yourself to him.

Breathing shakily, you break the kiss. He stays close, gazing at you with half-lidded eyes and parted lips.

“Oh my god”, you whisper, tracing your own lips. They’re tingling from what he did.

“Yeah. Right?” he agrees, scrunching his nose and stubbing your temple with his forehead in a gesture of adoration. “Who’d have known that we’d kiss like this here”, he says, gazing at you.

Your eyes soften in submission. Jungkook feels drawn to you beyond repair.

“Keep looking at me with those eyes and we won’t reach home tonight”, he rasps, touching your waist as he basically undresses you with his eyes. “I’d take you right here and now. Make you feel so good that you see new constellations.”

Drunk you cannot handle talk like this, breaking into giddy giggles and hiding away in his chest. 

“Are you laughing at me?” he gasps.

“No, oh god no. It’s just, nobody ever talked to me like this before”, you explain yourself between giggles, nuzzling closer.

Jungkook chuckles, rubbing your back. 

“Get used to it. I realised that I’m kinda outta control when it comes to you. Maybe it’s the alpha gen.”

“Maybe”, you look up at him with pretty puppy eyes, arms wrapped around his waist and chin resting against his chest. 

He stubs your nose with his own, hands groping your butt possessively. 

“Stop looking at me.”

“It’s hard. When you touch me, I also lose control. I think it’s the omega gen.”

“Maybe. Or maybe you’re just a lightweight.”

“Hah! So you’re saying I’m just drunk?”

“Basically, yeah.”

You snicker, Jungkook grins.

“Come on, let’s go home before I actually do something indecent to you.”

You gladly let him hold your hand now that his kiss triggered your affectionate instincts, following him in happy steps.

Your walk home ends at Jungkook’s house. Two stories high and with a big garden surrounding it, it was one of the more luxurious houses in town. 

“This is where we’ll live?” 

“If you want to. I figured, you know, given how you still live with your parents and I’m living alone, we could use my place. It’s totally fine if you don’t want to.”

“No, it’s okay.” 

“Yes? Great then we can get your stuff in the coming days. But for now, let me do this right”, he says and swoops you off your feet.

“Ah”, you let out, wrapping your arms around his neck tightly. “What are you doing?” 

“Carrying you over the threshold. Why?” 

“Nothing, it’s so”, you stop talking to giggle instead, nuzzling your nose against his cheek. “It’s so cheesy.”

Jungkook chuckles, heart racing in his chest. He kicks the door closed behind him and does a twirl in the middle of his hallway. 

“Wait! I’m too drunk for this! Eeek”, you squeak, hiding away in his neck. “Please stop, I’m too dizzy.”

Luckily for you, Jungkook listens. He stops and sets you down, holding you close as you sway. 

“This wasn’t funny. Oh god, I’m dizzy”, you laugh, dropping your forehead against his chest. He rests his cheek against your head, talking in a chuckle.

“See? Told you. Total lightweight.”

“I’m not a lightweight. You’re just a gremlin”, you say and shove at his chest. He laughs, holding your hands.

“You’re adorable. Come, dance with me”, he says, placing your left hand on his neck and holding the other.

“Dance? Right now?”

“Yeah. Just you and I. We’ll do it right this time.”

“But I’m dizzy.” You step on his foot, making him groan. “And I have two left feet when drunk. Sorry, are you okay?”

“I’m okay. I’m more than okay”, he says, smiling at you as your bodies move to silent melodies.

“Sorry.” 

“It’s fine, baby. Just look at me”, he whispers, right hand on your lower back. It is so warm. 

You look up at him. The pull is magnetic and fucking electric. You are so attracted to him. He has you feeling drunker than any amount of alcohol ever could. You are so fuzzy inside because of all the laughing you have been doing. 

“You have the most beautiful eyes ever”, Jungkook whispers, raising your pulse with it.

“Kook, I”, you begin, eyes flitting to his lips. Merely seeing the shape of them is enough to reignite the flames in your stomach. Dancing becomes a little harder now that you are so excited.

“What’s the matter?” he whispers.

“It’s embarrassing”, you confess with a heated face.

“Tell me.” 

“No, it’s so stupid. I don’t even wanna do it but it just happens.” 

He guides his touch from your lower back to your waist. Gentle and loving but insanely possessive at the same time. “I promise I won’t laugh.”

You hesitate.

“Promise.”

“I’m, uh, there is slick.” 

Jungkook draws closer, making you chase his kiss. 

“Shit. There is?” 

“Yeah”, you whimper.

He lowers his eyes, making you taste the idea of his kiss. It makes you so desperate for him.

“Is this normal for you or….” 

You shake your head, “it never happened before. Not like this. Or that easily. I don’t know, I’m sorry, I can’t stop it.”

“Holy fuck. Baby.”

“It’s so stupid.”

“No, it’s not. Just kiss me.” 

You kiss him. At least you try to because before your lips can touch, you step on his toes again. Vigorously.

“Ouch, hey”, he gasps, flinching back.

“Sorry! Oh my god, sorry. Are you okay?" 

“Ah fuck”, he laughs, “yeah, I’m okay. You’re a terrible dancer.”

“Hey”, you pout. 

He chuckles and pecks your cheek.

“I want to show you one thing before we make it official”, he says.

“Show me, please.”

“Follow me. You can leave your shoes by the door.”

Jungkook’s home is somehow exactly how you imagined it to be. It is neat and tidy, but doesn’t really have a lot of character. The rooms are spacious with little furniture filling them. The furniture is modern and there are barely any decorations present. It is the house of someone who doesn’t feel at home in it. The desire to make it cozy and homey for him becomes stronger and stronger within you. There are already a million ideas swarming your head.

“You’re quiet. Do you not like it here?” Jungkook asks you.

“No, it’s not that. I’m thinking.”

"About what?”

“It’s gonna sound silly.”

“Tell me.”

“I already have so many ideas on how to make it cozier here. Sorry, I know it’s your house and everything.”

Jungkook steps close and cradles your face, making you look up at him.

“And it’s your home. Make it as cozy as you want to”, he speaks softly, eyes warm and caring.

“Really?” 

He nods, kissing your forehead.

“This place never felt like a home to me anyway. It can use the caring touch of an omega.” 

You can’t explain how he makes you feel because you never experienced it before. The best way to describe it is cozy and safe. You want to curl up close to him and be yourself with him. This is how he makes you feel. As if you are allowed to be your truest You. 

“Speaking of cozy omegas, we’re here.”

“Here where?”

“My surprise for you. I worked hard on it these past few days.”

He opens the door for you, allowing you view of one of the coziest rooms you have ever seen. It is filled with soft surfaces to lie on. A bed, a big sofa, some bean bags, a window bench. Curtains frame the window and the bed. The floor is covered in soft rugs. There are pillows to sink into on every surface and he installed fairy lights on the wall and the bed frame. 

“What’s this?” you gasp.

“It’s your nest.” 

You look at him. He is clearly nervous, smelling of it as well.

“I’m still new to the entire omega heat thing. I know that they’re a thing, obviously, and I know that you like to get cozy for them. I looked up nest inspirations online. It told me that you like lots of pillows and blankets and that I should make it cozy and warm. You can totally change everything in this room, of course.” He touches the side of his neck. “I just thought that I’d try to make it comfortable for you. At least maybe? I don’t know, I just wanna make it nice for you.” 

Your lower lip trembles.

“Fuck, I’m sorry. I didn’t wanna make you cry. Is it that bad? I’m sorry, I suck at interior design.”

You shake your head and fall around his neck, “thank you.” 

Jungkook closes his arms around you, nuzzling his nose into your neck. You smell of happiness right now. 

“Does this mean you like it?” he asks.

“I love it so much. I never had a nest before. I’m so happy.” 

“You are?”

“Yes, so much.”

You step back, giving him a smile. Jungkook retorts it. You giggle and turn so you can hurry through the room.

Jungkook watches you, enjoying the droopy feelings in his chest. The longer you are in the room and the more details you spot, the stronger your scent of happiness gets. It almost fills up the entire room by now, making him feel so warm and complete. He feels at home in his house for the very first time.

“This is so cozy, oh my god. So soft, wow. I love this colour, holy moly. Wow. So cozy. Wow”, you gush and gasp as you inspect everything and anything. 

You end up dropping into one of the beanbags, nuzzling into it as deep as possible while you purr in contentment. 

Jungkook feels his knees buckle. He got you to purr. Holy fuck, he was seriously placed on this earth to treat you right. 

He closes the distance between you and him, kneeling down in front of you. He comes closer, putting his weight on his elbow which he rests on the beanbag above your head. He leans down to kiss your cheek. 

You stop your nuzzling, gasping quietly as his sudden closeness surprises you. You look up and can’t look away again.

“You’re the most beautiful bride I have ever seen”, he whispers, cradling your cheek with his other hand.

“Oh”, you let out, feeling dizzy. 

“No wonder I had to kiss you.” He furrows his brows. “I know I shouldn’t have done this and I’m sorry.” 

“I’m not angry anymore. You built me a nest”, you tear up, “Jungkook, please give me my bonding night. I want to be with you.”

“Really? Are you sure?”

“So sure, please. I can’t take it anymore.” You shiver. “I keep producing slick and I’m so cold without you and, and I wanna feel that good again. Like we did in the shed. I, I wanna feel like this again. Please.”

Jungkook closes his fist on the beanbag, trying to keep himself at bay. His instincts threaten to kick in when you beg like this.

“Do you want it here?”

“Yes, please.”

“And you know what I’ll do to you? What might happen again?”

You deepen the lethalness of your puppy eyes, taking his hand to put it over your stomach. You whisper your words, turning him into puddy.

“I want to feel alive again. Together with you.” 

“Holy fuck, ___”, Jungkook croaks and goes in for a kiss. He growls and stops himself. “I need you to say that you understand. Please, don’t make me do it without hearing it first.”

“Yes, Kook. I know what you’ll do to me. I need you to, please.” 

“Thank you. Oh my god baby, I wanna treat you so right”, he croaks out and finally falls into the kiss. “I’ll never ever force myself onto you again. Never. Fucking never. Holy fuck, baby”, he babbles between kisses, turning you into a weak, turned on mess. “Wanna treat you so right. My baby. Mine.” 

His touch is everywhere at the same time, unable to decide where to find its home. It feels so good. Each spot he touches, tingles and heats up. Whenever he changes spots, it leaves behind shivers and goosebumps before the entire process repeats itself again.

You want to keep kissing him, but soon have to stop because of his touch. You have to gasp for air, you would suffocate otherwise. 

Jungkook, barely holding onto the threat of humanity by now, doesn’t see any problem in being denied your lips. He kisses a path to your neck hungrily. Your aroused smell becomes stronger and stronger the closer he gets to your scent glands. He knows how good it feels when someone kisses his scent spots and he wonders if it is the same for you. 

He kisses the spot on your left side, forcing you to arch your back and gasp loudly. You instinctively grasp his back.

“Do you like this?” he rasps his words, nibbling on the sensitive spot. You smell so good. Jungkook has never felt such an obsession with another’s scent before. He needs it all over his body, melted with his skin so everyone can smell who his heart belongs to. He can’t stop kissing you, picking up more and more of your scent.

“Does this feel good?” he asks again because you were too busy gasping the first time.

“Ye-yeah”, you gasp out, staring at the ceiling in shock. Your fingers twitch and tremble on his back, claws threatening to come out and slice open his shirt. 

What is happening to you? You were kissed on your neck before, but this feels different. This feels lethal, fateful, like it is changing the way you view pleasure. You have never felt so electric before and so close to losing control. 

“You smell so good, I can’t get enough.”

“Wow, oh god, wow…”

Jungkook stays on your left side until he can smell your arousal on his lips. Only then, does he kiss a sloppy path to your right side. He moans when he witnesses you roll your head to the side willingly and he moans again when he goes in to worship your hard working scent spot. And it is working hard. Fucking hell, you smell like pure sex and arousal. Jungkook huffs it up hungrily, biting and licking at the delicious spot. 

All while you stare and gasp and lose control over yourself. The bites feel so good. You want to squirm and moan. Your head is fuzzy, your body so weakened. What is happening? What the fuck is happening to you? You can’t stop producing more slick. You are so hot. Seriously, so fucking hot. Oh god, you can’t think anymore. Anything you can think is how much you need him to fuck you. 

“Seriously, fuck”, Jungkook comes up for air, mouthing at your cheek drunkenly, “you smell so good. I feel high.”

“I wanna be naked”, you croak out, arching your back. You don’t have many thoughts except desire and sex. Being naked is all you crave right now. If you’re naked, Jungkook can potentially bite more parts of you. This is the logic of your fuzzy mind and it is driving you crazy that it isn’t your reality yet.

“Sit up then and let me open your dress.”

You obey gladly, almost dry heaving in desire. Jungkook reaches behind you and opens your dress. He wanted to pull it off slowly to make the moment romantic, but you shrug it off quickly for him. 

He meets your eyes. They are golden and clouded in desire.

“Are you okay with this?” he asks.

“Why not?”

“I never saw you naked before.” 

“Oh.” A little clarity returns to your eyes. “Right.”

He can smell hints of coyness in your scent. And a little bit of nervousness. 

“Wrap your arms around me.”

You obey his order and like this, Jungkook is able to lift you out of your dress and carry you to bed. He lays you down carefully, straddling your lap without sitting down. 

You are below him in nothing but your underwear, feeling small and fragile, but so safe. 

“Do you wanna take it slower?” he suggests.

“No, just nervous that’s all.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle. We can slow down whenever you need to.”

“Okay”, you whisper and make puppy eyes at him, “can you, uhm, can you bite me more?” 

“Yes. Wow this is…hah. Of course”, he lets out, “first, let me match you.” 

He is getting undressed. First his tie, then he opens his buttons. His shirt leaves him first, next his belt and last his slacks. He stays in his briefs, heavy cock straining the fabric as much as he soaks it. 

Now sharing in your state of undress, he leans down, taking your hands to pin them gently. He kisses you, blurring your thoughts into one big mess of arousal and safety. His thumbs caress your hands as he kisses you. Your scent is on his face, forcing even more slick to run out of you. Any sort of nervousness you felt is getting wiped out with each new kiss you share. He tastes so goddamn good. His lips are soft and the piercings on them are so exciting to feel.

The kiss breaks when air is sparse. Jungkook stays close to paint paths of worship down your body. He bites the softest spots and sucks marks of ownership on the firmer spots. And you are in heaven, wishing for him to never stop. Such heavenly feelings are unfamiliar to you. You had people mark you before, but it didn’t feel like this. With Jungkook, you need him to continue. You need to know that every single inch of you is marked by him in one way or the other. Whether it be a bite mark, a kiss spot or his scent, you need it on your body and each time he gives it to you, you leak more slick. It is out of your control, unfamiliar and amazing. So amazing. 

Jungkook is lingering over your sternum right now, hot breath tickling your skin. His strong hands are holding you under your armpits, reminding you that you were owned by the safest lover. 

“I know it’s difficult for you, but please stop me if I go too fast. I can’t stop myself once I let go, so I need you to yell it at me.” 

“Please. Don’t stop. Please, you feel so good”, you sigh, writhing.

“Wow, I….fuck, I want you”, he rasps, having to kiss every inch of you. “I want you. I want you so bad.” 

“Ah…please…don’t stop…”

Jungkook reaches your breasts. They are swollen and plumb from arousal. They aren’t always like this. When you are feeling normal, they also look and feel normal. They are how breasts are supposed to be, sagging from gravity and soft when lying down. Not right now. They stay in place. They are a little bigger, plumber and hot to the touch. They also smell like your arousal. Even through the fabric of your bra. It is so much sweeter and richer than it was on your neck. Jungkook moans like a druggy having found his drug, going in for a taste with an open mouth and way too much tongue. 

“Ah”, you whimper, following it up with a submissive mewl. You are losing control again and it feels so good. Why does everything he does feel so good? It is as if you are a virgin being touched for the very first time, which is insane because you definitely aren’t. 

“Your skin’s so soft and warm. I can’t get enough of you”, he mumbles between his hungry kisses, turning you into puddy. You lost sense of how much more you can still take before you burst. 

His masculine, possessive hands hold your breasts, kneading the sensitive flesh desperately. His spit soaks the fabric of your bra, leaving behind spots of coldness whenever he moves on to a new spot.

It happens again. You experience sensations you have never felt before. People played with your tits before, you played with them as well but it never felt like this. It never felt so otherworldly. They are so swollen. You can’t breathe because there is so much pressure building up behind your nipples. You throw your hand over your mouth to muffle the overwhelmed sob, twisting the sheets with your other hand. It hurts. The pressure really hurts not to be taken care of.

Jungkook doesn’t seem to hear your panicked whimper because he doesn’t slow down in his feast. 

“Your scent, I’m so high. It’s insane, holy fuck, so good…” 

It gets too much for you. The pressure hurts so much. You’re scared. What is happening to you? 

Jungkook squeezes your breasts and bites down gently. The pressure bursts. You wail, arching your back as warmth trickles out of your nipples, soaking your bra. 

The sweet scent of it hits his nose instantly. He tenses up and shudders, cock threatening to burst through his briefs.

“What the-”

Jungkook’s instincts tell him to rip your bra off and lick up the sweet scent, but he forces himself to be stronger than them. It is you who lies below him in such a vulnerable state. If he took advantage of that, he would never forgive himself. 

“Jungkook, help me. Please. I’m scared”, you beg him in a quivering voice. 

“Try to focus on me. Focus baby, right here”, he tells you, cradling your cheeks.

Your eyes search aimlessly for a moment, but soon find their home in his gaze. 

“Koo”, you whimper, grabbing his wrists, “I’m scared. What is happening to me?”

“I don’t know. It never happened to me before. My instincts tell me to clean it for you, but I don’t know if you want this.”

“Please, it hurts. Just make it stop, please.” 

“Are you sure?” 

“Yes, please”, you sob. 

“Sit up.”

You barely manage to obey. Jungkook supports you, using his other hand to open your bra and tug it off of you. He throws it to the side, helping you lie down again. 

Your breasts, normally victims to gravity, stay plumb and perky as you lie down. It is yet another proof that whatever he is doing to you is working beyond comprehension.

“Holy fuck, ___, your tits”, Jungkook gets out, gawking at them in total awe. They are seriously so swollen, your nipples are so hard and they seem to keep leaking pearlescent liquid. “You’re so beautiful, but holy fuck they’re so swollen. Baby, wow.,”

“I don’t know what’s happening. They’re so… so…there’s so much pressure.”

“I can’t. Oh god.”

If only you and he knew that this is happening to you because he stimulated your scent glands. If only you knew that simulation of said glands only works this well with your true mate. You could have a hundred other men play with your tits the same way Jungkook did, but your body would never fall into such helplessness with any of them. Only he will get you to such levels of pleasure. Because it is only his mouth which is destined to taste your sweet pleasure.

You and he are unaware of this fact however, because this is still new to both of you. 

“What, what do you need me to do?” He stutters, salivating.

“I don’t know. Your instincts, I don’t- ah.”

“Right.” His eyes glow golden. “My instincts”, he growls and gives in to the voices. “Stay still, I’ll take care of it.”

He picks up your tits and squeezes them together so your nipples are close to each other. He lowers his dripping mouth to them, taking in your right first but with the intention that your left will follow very soon. 

His instincts tell him to stimulate your nipples with soft bites first until they are throbbing and then change to sucking them. He listens to his instincts, getting you to moan so loudly that his cock throbs painfully.

“Is this working, baby?” he asks, drooling all over your sweet nipples.

“Oh god, yeah”, you croak, arching your back. You twist the sheets, curling your toes. “It doesn’t hurt anymore, Koo thank you…”

“Fuuuck baby, so hot”, he drags out his words until it turns into a growl instead, loving you oh so right.

He bites and bites, licks whenever you sob and bites some more, all while his strong fingers knead your plumpness. And then it happens. You arch your back and wail up as his stimulation finally forces your breasts to tighten and throb. Liquid shoots into his mouth and down his throat. It is the sweetest taste he ever had on his tongue, intoxicating him beyond saving. Jungkook’s eyes roll back, he thinks that for a second he blacks out before he comes back to be totally guided by his instincts. 

He gurgles and moans, sucking the sweet nectar from your right nipple while his fingers play with your left just to keep it ready for him. It is a messy business and whenever he changes sides, he has to lick up the mess he made before he can suck on your nipple. It is not a terrible fate. On the contrary, it’s heaven. For both. Jungkook has never felt this high before while you love his tongue on your body. He is so hot and soft, giving you the perfect contrast to the sharp bites his fangs give you.

“Kook oh god, Kook ah! Ah! A-ah!” 

You spill tears, grabbing your own face to muffle yourself and make sense of what is happening to you. This is life altering. You are in a constant state of genuine orgasmic bliss and it doesn’t want to die down. You can literally feel how Jungkook sucks the liquid out of you, relieving you of the painful pressure as he does it. It helps so much, while at the same time making everything worse.

He might help you with the nectar of your breasts, but your body still keeps producing slick. And it is getting dangerously full inside you. Your panties feel like imprisonment to your cunt. 

You twist a bundle of his hair, sobbing in ecstasy and desperation.

“Koo, I’m scared, it’s so good”, you sob, trembling. 

Your touch motivates him. He is starving for you even though he is currently feasting on you. He seemed to have sucked you dry. No matter how much he bites and sucks, your nipples stay dry. The starvation remains. He needs more of you. 

“More, give me more please”, he orders, growling his words between vigorous sucks.

“I, I can’t. Ah, Kook ah.” 

“Fuck, I can’t stop. You’re so sweet.”

He can’t take a break, he needs more of you. He lets your scent guide him. It gets stronger and stronger, the closer he comes to your cunt. Don’t be mistaken however, it is not your pussy which calls him, but your inner thighs. Your scent glands to be more specific. Working overtime to produce your arousing smell and begging for attention. They are the most sensitive of your scent spots, but you don’t know that yet. You had men kiss you there before, but none of them were Jungkook. None were your mate. 

Jungkook shoves your legs open and buries his face in your right thigh with a growl. His fingers dimple your softness, his fangs tickle your skin. Not long and he bites you. 

Your entire body reacts to it. You tense and flinch as if he shocked you, letting out a howl of surprise. Your empty cunt aches, craving nothing more than him.

Jungkook lifts his head, eyes droopy and drugged and lips still glossy from your tits.

“Is like a drug. You is like a drug”, he lulls his words and drops his face back in your thigh. Your left one for a change. He kisses and licks it, grabbing your waist possessively. He holds you with such strength that he even manages to bring it in a little, forcing you to burn in a fire you were never in before.

“I fucking want you, fucking need you, fuck can’t get enough.”

“I’m so hot, I-I’m so hot.”

“So hot, so fucking soft. Fuck, your smell drives me insane.” 

“Oh god, Kook. I’m so hot.” 

The thing about omegas and heats is that it isn’t as common as one might think. Before an omega has reached maturity, heats obviously aren’t a thing. Afterwards, they are manageable when living with other family members. They feel more as if you were bad mooded and grumpy. You managed to sleep them off whenever they happened.

Burning in this unfamiliar fire as Jungkook repeatedly bites your sensitive scent spots makes you realize that perhaps you have never truly experienced a real heat before. Maybe it slumbers in an omega until they are with their true mate. Maybe the grumpy days are just nature’s way of saving the omega of embarrassing moments in front of family.

You can’t explain why you know, but this is it. This is the real deal. Jungkook stimulated your sensitive glands for long enough that he forces you to go into heat. It feels different from anything you have ever experienced, it even feels different from the thing you thought to be your heat when he was with you in the shed. You were wrong back then, this is it. This is the real thing.

And it scares you so much that you beg for him. He comes up when hearing your distraught, cradling your face. He is clearly far away, seeming changed as well. The only thing having forced him away from you is his stronger instinct of keeping you safe. His dark hair is a mess, his eyes are foggy.

“What’s the matter, baby?” he lulls his words. 

“I’m, I’m in heat.”

“What? It can happen like this?”

“When you bit my scent spots, it made me…oh god, please make it stop please.” 

“What, uhm, what do you need?”

“You. Please fuck me. I beg you.”

“Holy fuck, I-” Jungkook stops himself, growling deeply and twisting the pillow above your head, “something’s wrong with me. I’m losing control over myself.”

“Koo”, you croak, touching his chest. He is burning up, muscles swollen and tense. His heart races like crazy, unnaturally fast at that.

“What is happening to me?” he stresses.

“I don’t know.”

If only you and he knew that his accidental efforts of forcing you into heat, forced him into his ruts with you. If only you knew that these are the effects of being with your true mate. If only you knew that the only remedy is sex. But you don’t know and so you and he are fated to stumble through the unknown, still doing the right things because your instincts are stronger than anything else. It is as if your bodies do the talking without you and him having to speak their language yet. It is most certain that you will be fluent in it one day.

“I want to rip your panties off.”

"Please do.” 

Jungkook gives in and does as he wants. He rips your panties off, throwing the thin piece of fabric over his shoulder. He rips off his own briefs next, discarding the fabric. His heavy, thick cock slaps your stomach. He is so big and swollen by now that he can barely stand up despite his hardened nature. His slick pools in your navel and smears all over your skin. 

“Holy fuck, urgh fuck”, he drops his head in your neck, “it hurt so much to keep it in.”

“Kook, you’re so heavy.”

“I know, I’m so hard that I can’t keep it standing. I…” He lifts his head, cradling your cheek. “Say you want me.”

“I want you.” 

Jungkook shifts his hips so his cock probes at your entrance. You whimper and open your legs widely, putting them around his meaty thighs.

“Just the tip”, he whispers.

“What? No”, you get out and pout.

Jungkook chuckles, cradling your cheek.

“You know, like last time.”

“Oh”, a giggle shakes you and makes your face glow.

He chuckles, soaking up the moment of honest happiness like a dried up sponge would water. Each time he hears your laugh, he falls more in love with you.  

“Just the tip when it didn’t mean anything and we shouldn’t have done it.”

Your giggle changes into a sigh of his name. You gaze into his eyes, building soul consuming connection.

“Right?”

“Right.”

Jungkook allows his tip to fill you. Just enough to let you feel that he was finally there with you. You whimper, spilling tears of relief.

Jungkook wipes them, spilling his own tears. He loves you. This is it. The moment it is official that you are mates. And it happens exactly how he always dreamed it would. You under him, looking so vulnerable and safe as he can gaze into your eyes and see your face change in pleasure. 

“This means everything to me”, he croaks out and buries himself inside you to the base. “Ah.” He twists the pillow.

“Oh god. Ah.”

“Too deep? Hurts?”

“No, it’s perfect. I feel, ah, I feel whole.” 

Jungkook moans your name, eyes filling with emotion.

You touch his messy hair, scratching him behind his ear. Jungkook shivers, eyes threatening to roll back. You are stimulating one of his scent spots, forcing him deeper into his ruts.

“Okay. If you. Fuck. This is my scent spot. It feels. Ahm. I, I have to fuck you”, he struggles with his words, cock throbbing inside you as if it had his own pulse. 

Throb. Throb. Throb.

He fills you with more of his slick each time he twitches. It tingles whenever he does.

“Please don’t hold back. Fuck me like you need to, please”, you whimper, shaking in agony. You tickle his scent spot especially good and it’s over for him.

Jungkook’s fingers slip from control. He can’t hold back anymore. He knows that you can take it. 

He pulls out only to slam into you again in a deep, passionate rhythm. In and out. In and out. It is endless and harsh and feels so fucking good.  

Your eyes instantly roll back and stay there. Your fingers dimple the nape of his neck as you clutch him for dear life. Jungkook himself can’t keep his eyes focused, gazing at you through a veil of blurriness.

“Is this good for you?” he gets out through gritted teeth.

“Good”, you wail, writhing in ecstasy.

“Fuck, I’m fucking high on you.”

He thought that he knew the feeling of your cunt but this is different. This actually forces him to listen to nothing but his instincts. He thought that he was out of control in the shed, but he wasn’t. This is it. You are so hot around him, so soft and you are filled with slick to the very brim. It is Jungkook’s task to fuck it out of you in heavy, strong thrusts, making a mess of your bodies and the sheets in the process. He isn’t aware of it yet but this gives you so much relief. You were bursting inside and now it is finally leaving you. There is no muscle in your body which isn’t currently puddy. Everything you exist for right now is to be fucked by him. There is no other sensation to you than that of his thick cock reshaping your insides. 

“Baby, this is a lot. Holy fuck, this is argh”, Jungkook gets out, scrunching his face in anger. He wants to go deeper, but he can’t. It pisses him off, makes him want to break shit. He knows it’s this stupid position. Fucking good for nothing. Who thinks of something that unfavourable? (Jungkook will think back to this moment once he is clear in his head and wonder why he hated missionary so much.) But he hates it right now. He can’t even see himself inside you, his base is barely inside. 

“More, I need more”, he growls and pulls out.

“No please, please it hurts please”, you instantly beg.

“Patient, I’m rearranging you.” 

Jungkook takes your legs and guides them into a better position. You let him reshape you. This is what your body currently exists for and wants. It needs someone as strong and dominant as Jungkook to bend it to his will. Each second where he handles you feels like heaven. 

He puts your legs over his shoulders.

“Hands.”

You obey, giving them to him. He puts them on your own thighs, squeezing them against the back of them.

“Hold them for me there. I want you to feel yourself shake.”

“Yes”, you whimper. 

“Good omega. What a perfect thing you are”, he lulls and slides his hands to your ankles. He picks them off his shoulders and lifts them up. Like this, he opens you for him. Your butt is lifted off the sheets, your cunt instantly gushes out masses of slick. 

“I can’t keep it in”, you confess.

“It’s good, baby. You don’t have to. Relax”, Jungkook assures you in a hungry whisper, eyes a deep gold and mesmerised by you. He moves his hips close and buries his heavy cock back in you. 

You mewl, curling your toes. Slick drips onto the sheets as it makes space for his girthy length, you feel whole again. 

“There we go, fuck”, Jungkook growls and bottoms out. He stays there for nothing but a second before he pulls out again to pick up a punishing rhythm. 

It feels so good that your eyes roll back and you resort to moaning and wailing for him. Jungkook moans with you each time he is deep inside you. This finally scratches the itch. This is finally as deep as he can go. He can finally see himself inside you. Finally he can see how his thick cock reshapes your swollen cunt. He is so big and you take him so easily, moving and trembling around him as he repeatedly pounds you stupid. If you keep this up, he might get pussy drunk.

“I can’t take this. You’re so pretty. Is it good for you?” 

“Yes. More, please.” 

“You’re so perfect. Holy fuck”, he growls and throws your legs over his shoulders to hold your hips instead and pull you onto his cock each time he thrusts into you. You are tighter like this, jerking off his fat cock.

Your voice pitches and rises in volume. You were never fucked like this before. Your needs were never ever getting satisfied like this before. It is changing you and Jungkook makes it even better by taking your clit between his fingers to massage her. She is so swollen and big that he can jerk her off just a little, making you howl. Your hands drop from your thighs just so you can rip the sheets in your attempt to twist them.

You can’t take it. He makes you climax. It is so intense and fulfilling that your sensitive breasts leak again. You howl his name as it happens.

The scent of your sweet breasts and your pretty face sets off Jungkook.

“I have to. It happens”, he gets out and throws his head back. He moans loudly, falling victim to his orgasm. His toes curl for it, his tones stomach flinches.

And because you are currently in heat, existing for nothing but him, his seed sets you off again. It brings you back into this uncontrollable, intense state of bliss you experienced for the first time in the shed. It should be familiar to you by now, but it is not. 

You cry and sob, knowing that you won’t be able to stop orgasming for as long as your body needs to. 

Jungkook knots instantly, cursing so graphically that he is surprised himself. 

“Baby, I can’t stop. I can’t, I’m sorry”, he chants panickedly, unable to stop his hips from rutting into you. It forces his knot to keep leaving you and then popping back inside. The stimulation is unlike anything he has ever felt before, making his toes cramp from curling them so harshly and his hips become even more violent. 

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, it feels so good. Stop me, I can’t stop it”, he apologises because you cry so much. He wants to stop hurting you but he can’t. His hips rut against his will. 

“Don’t stop please. It feels so good”, you release him of his guilt, clenching down on him as he drills his knot back into you.

“What? You’re in no pain?”

“No pain. Oh god Koo, I’m cumming again…Ah!” You have to wail, squirting around his thick knot as he buries it inside you over and over again. 

“Ah! This is the best sex I ever had, oh god”, Jungkook moans, arching his back.

The knot fucking burns so deep in such a good way. You are so empty without him, the breach is so intense and once he is inside again everything is well. Your pussy sounds so wet, squelching around his knot sinfully. This is seriously the best sex he ever had.

“It’s so good, I’m so high”, he growls, following your orgasm with his own. It is so unbearable to keep moving but his hips have a mind of their own. They keep rutting and fucking even through Jungkook’s shakes. “I can’t stop this. Holy fuck, urggghh.“

If you knew that your little stunt in the shed would lead to having your guts knot fucked by none other than Jeon Jungkook, you would have agreed to this bond sooner. Yup, we have reached the point of total acceptance of your situation. Fuck that his father didn’t howl. Fuck that you only married Jungkook because you were forced to. Fuck that this wasn’t meant to happen. This right now is everything which counts. It is making this entire situation right. It was meant to happen.

“Jungkook, I can’t stop”, you sob, grabbing for him helplessly.

“I know. I can’t either”, he gets out, holding your hands and pinning them above your head. Like this he is lying himself down on you, folding your willing body in half and burying his knotted cock so deep inside you that you feel him against your cervix. In your state, lost in heat and his seed, it is the highest level of pleasure he can give you. And you thank him with loud cries and your claws digging into his hands against their will. 

His own claws come out to play. He angles his hands so they wouldn’t hurt you. Like this, your hands are under his’, shaking and twitching as he brings you over one edge after the other.

“I can’t stop. Jungkook please help me”, you wail.

“You’re safe. I’m here. Baby, I’m here”, he soothes you and shakes as he manages to bury his knot in you again. You are getting tighter and tighter and his knot more and more sensitive. “Urgh, baby you’re making me- ah!” 

He loses control, pumping your belly full of his hot cum. Now that he is pressed against your cervix, his seed pushes its way right past it, giving you the feeling of being alive you so dearly craved. Of course it sets you off again, of course you cry as if you never had an orgasm before and experience it for the first time. Of course it sets him off again. Of course all of this is happening. It was meant to happen. Of course it was. 

And as you cry and sob in relief and bliss, Jungkook can barely stop his claws from hurting you. He grew in size and strength. Your small, fragile body is in danger of being crushed under him. 

He does what he needs to do. Jungkook grips the headboard, growling like a rabid animal. You are so stretched out, so lose around his knot. And so wet. He can’t stop fucking you with his creamy knot. It feels so good to have you struggle for a second but then take him happily. It feels even better because you moan with such ecstasy each time he drills it back into you.

Jungkook growls and grips the headboard tighter. And tighter. And tighter with each heavy thrust. With each of your moans. Tighter and tighter until suddenly it cracks loudly, breaking into two right under his hand. The bed gives up, forcing you to sink a good ten centimetres. 

“What?” You squeak out, looking around you disoriented. 

“Doesn’t matter. Look at me”, he dismisses it, cradling your cheek tenderly. One might never know that seconds ago he broke the bed with the same hand. “Look at me, only look at me.”

You look at him and fall back into the pleasure, having to orgasm instantly at the sight of him.

You wail for him, watching with blurry eyes as he orgasms as well.

His seed hits you in the deepest parts of you. He fucked you so sensitive that you can feel his thick vein pump it out of him. His knot trembles as it happens, bringing you to your blissed limits.

“Again.”

“Me too. If you- I- me too.”

His hips freeze as he is deep inside you. Your walls tighten and force his knot to stay inside you. He can’t move. It is happening to you as his seed drugs you, his knot does the rest. You can’t stop climaxing. It is finally happening. 

Jungkook whimpers helplessly, dropping your legs and collapsing into you. Your limbs close around him, his own do the same with you. He is on top of you, but gravity forces him to fall to his side and take you with him. You are stuck together, shaking and flinching as your bodies are trapped in the most addicting state of being. You orgasm which sets him off, which sets you off and so on. You should know the drill, but it doesn’t get easier to bear. You drool and sob and moan, holding each other so close that you almost melt together.

Jungkook cries out as an especially strong high hits him, writhing helplessly which ends in your position changed. He is on his back, you serve as his warmest blanket. He hugs you so strongly, knotted cock shaking inside your tight walls. You drool all over his strong chest, feeling far away because you are so close to his scent glands. He smells like sex and ecstasy but also like safety. 

It feels more intense than last time. This kind of knotting orgasm isn’t just sexual, it is also emotional. You want to be close and you are and it is ecstasy. There is enlightenment that what is happening to you only happens because you are with your true mate and this enlightenment makes the orgasms only this much more intense.

The sun is starting to rise once you and he finally come down. You are fucked raw and sore by now, crying into the crook of his neck. 

“Holy fuck baby, urgh. I can’t do it again. I’m cramping”, he says, “sorry.”

“It’s okay. I’m sore. Kook please I’m scared.”

“Don’t be, I’m here. Baby, my love. I can’t believe we did that”, he instantly falls into a love drunk, sappy state. He hugs you so tightly, feeling up your knotted pussy gently to soothe her. 

“I don’t wanna be on top, please”, you beg, shivering.

“You’re safe, princess. I’m here”, Jungkook says and changes positions for you. Somehow in a mixture of his strength and your refusal to give up his knot, you and he end up in flipped positions. He is still inside you, keeping you bred and warm. All while he gives you warmth through his body, adoring you right with kisses all over your face and neck. 

“I’m so proud. I’m so fucking proud. Holy fuck, I feel high. You did do well. Oh my pretty princess. My baby love”, he whispers between his loving kisses, hands caressing your sweaty, sore skin gently. 

This is instinct as much as it is his heart’s desire. He wants to soothe you, adore you, bring you down gently after lifting you so fucking high. He isn’t aware of how important this is to you. You feel so vulnerable and emotionally sensitive. It would be the same thing if someone decided to start open heart surgery on your aware self. This is how vulnerable you feel and it is Jungkook who makes it okay. It is Jungkook who calms you down and reminds you that you are allowed to be sensitive because he is there to protect you.

“I can’t comprehend this. I feel high. Wow baby, wow. How do you feel?” he babbles.

“Vulnerable.”

“Oh baby, I know. I’m here. Your Kook is here”, he assures you, nuzzling his nose against your scent spot. He hopes that if he nuzzles it long enough, he can spread some of his relaxing scent on you.

It works. Of course it does because your bodies need no instructions to communicate. It is natural and right and makes you and him feel fuzzy. 

You sigh. Jungkook smells the relief against your neck. He kisses a path to your face. Your glassy eyes await him,  eagerly building connection once they can. 

“Thank you”, you whisper.

“No, I have to thank you. This was the best bonding night ever.”

“No, thank you”, you insist, spilling tears 

Jungkook wipes them, knowing that you want to tell him something.

“For what, princess?” 

“For, for making me feel like this. I, I was never in heat like this. I didn’t know that I could and it makes me feel really vulnerable. But you’re so gentle with me and it’s so nice.”

His eyes soften. He whispers your name adoringly and kisses your forehead.

“I feel the same. This was my first rut ever. I didn’t think that it would be so intense.”

“Kook, I’m scared. I don’t know what this means.”

“Don’t be scared, I’m here.” He kisses your nose, stubbing you with his own afterwards. “We can ask someone about it, but all I know for now is that I don’t wanna fucking stop having you close.” 

“Yeah, me too.” 

He kisses your lips, making your heart race and feel at home. He breaks the kiss gently, giving you the fondest and warmest smile ever.

“I’m so proud of you. You did so well, my princess baby.”

“Oh wow”, you get out, having to giggle. 

Jungkook giggles with you, smiling as he steals a cheeky kiss. Afterwards he sits up. He is still connected with you by your middles, making you gasp and shiver.

“Sorry, I shifted. Are you okay?”

“Yes, oh god. What is happening to me? I feel so comfortable.”

Jungkook smiles, caressing your sides. He can’t stop looking at you. Your breasts are normal again, natural victims to gravity and so soft. They are still messy and wet from what happened before but nothing new leaves you. Your belly is bloated from his seed and covered in a layer of sweat. No wonder you sweat so much, you were burning up. Jungkook dances his palms over your bloated stomach, furrowing his brows in emotion. 

“So alive”, he whispers.

“So alive”, you sigh, placing your hand over his’. 

“___”, he says and meets yours eyes. 

“Yes?” 

“You’re so fucking beautiful. I didn’t get to say it as we were doing it because I was dumb in pleasure, but you are so beautiful.”

“You think so?” 

“I do. I can’t believe that you’re real and, and that you allow me to see you naked. I just”, he exhales shakily. “I’m just so happy”, he chokes out, throwing his hand over his eyes to hide his tears. 

“Kook, don’t cry”, you gasp and pull him down to you. He falls to his elbows, allowing you to hold his hands above your head. 

He is pouting and sniffling. You give him a  smile.

“Don’t cry.”

“They’re happy tears. We’re bonded, I’m so happy”, he says and smiles through his pretty tears. 

Your smile grows, you squeeze his hands. He was right when he said that you and he will get to know each and that it will be nice. You can feel it. You are right for each other. You are so right. 

You put your legs around him and push him deeper again. 

“Oh”, he gasps, squeezing your hands, “wo-oah this felt really intense”, his voice quivers as he speaks.

“It does”, you agree, rolling your hips up.

Jungkook gasps, “what are you doing?” 

“I want more of you.”

“Really? Baby, you’re sore. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Please. Be gentle. Please make love to me, Kook baby.” 

Jungkook spills tears, whimpering your name. This is everything he ever wanted. He pulls out of your sensitive warmth to thrust into you. 

Crack! 

You and he scream in shock as the bed finally gives up completely and comes crashing down onto the ground. Jungkook keeps you safe with his arms around you and your head cradled against his chest. 

You and he share a moment of shocked and disoriented silence before you break it.

“Oh my god”, you let out, breaking into loud, honest cackles. Jungkook looks at you, having to break into laughter as well.

“Did we just get cock blocked by the bed?” 

“I think so. It might be my fault. I kinda broke it when I fucked you with my knot. Sorry.”

“Oh god, Kook.”

You laugh oh so loudly, throwing your head back for it. 

Jungkook has to almost squeak as he laughs with you, heart bursting in his chest. 

“This is so funny. Oh my god.” 

“Yeah, it’s hilarious”, he agrees and goes in for a surprise kiss. 

Your laugh cuts off, a gasp replaces it. Your eyes fall closed and your hands bury themselves in his soft hair. This kiss is emotional and it is deep. It has meaning. It is happy and filled with love. Jungkook lets you experience it to its fullest, ending it with a stub of his nose and a smile. 

“I promise to fix it. I’ll add steel in the frame.”

“So you think we’ll break it again otherwise?” 

“Yeah.” He laughs breathily, nodding his head. “If this is how it feels to be with you during stimulation induced heat, imagine how it will be once it’s your natural heat.”

You gulp, gazing at him dreamily. The rising sun shines on his face, making his skin glow golden. 

“Koo, I think you need to heat proof this entire room”, you whisper, making him chuckle and nod his head.

“I will. I’ll make it safe and cozy. Shit baby, I can’t stop saying it. You’re so beautiful. The sun is shining on you and you’re so beautiful.”

You feel your cheeks heat up, looking at him shyly 

“You’re beautiful too”, you whisper, making him blush. 

“Wow, thanks”, he mumbles, scrunching his nose. He does a little shift to be closer to you. The bed croaks and punishes him for it by making the headboard drop. He catches it before it can fall on top of you

“Piece of shit bed.”

“Oh god”, you laugh “I think we need to take care of this mess first and then continue.”

“Yeah shit, I think you’re right. The bed’s out to get us.” 

You laugh and snicker, kicking your feet happily. He chuckles and shoves the headboard to the side. 

“Come on, let’s take a shower”, he says and picks you up.

You nuzzle into him, feeling beyond safe.

“Do you have snacks too? I haven’t eaten since yesterday morning.”

“Of course. You know what? First fact about me? I’m actually a really great cook.”

“You are?” 

“Mhm, I’m also a total foodie. So if you wanna bribe me into snuggles, get me food and I’ll be the cuddliest boy ever.”

You snicker. It makes your heart flutter when he talks cute with you.

“Do you like food?” he asks.

“Yeah, I like food. It’s comfort.”

“Yeah, right. Do you like cooking together?” 

“I never did it before.”

Jungkook holds you closer.

“Then I know what we’ll do. Shower and cook and I get to give you kisses. And later when you’re not sore anymore, I’ll make that gentle love to you. If you want me to.” 

“Yeah, I want you to. This sounds so nice. Koo?”

“Yes, love?” 

“It’s gonna be so easy for me to fall in love with you.”

“Wow, you. Urgh, you drive me crazy you”, he gets out through gritted teeth and presses you against the next best wall to attack your face and neck with tingling kisses.

You squeal his name, having to laugh in giddiness. It will not be the last time that you laugh because of him.

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You’re late.

And, despite the teasing texts from Taehyung, you swear it’s not your fault.

Whether it be her general dislike towards you or your impromptu day off last week, Marina has been bitchier than usual. She has found new ways to torture you, trading her normal tactics of endless to-do lists for assigning useless work instead. Yesterday, she ordered you to fill out countless forms, only to remember that they were out of circulation once the task was completed. She then forced you to shred them while she “supervised” with a gloating smirk. 

This morning she had you running around the building looking for a certain data specialist for an important meeting. She had promised attendance to the interns. After hours of questions and several flights of stairs, you found out he had quit a month ago. You missed the meeting and needed to stay after work to digitise the minutes and send copies to the department managers.

Frustrated and exhausted, Taehyung’s suggestion returns in quiet echoes. It’s not as though you’re above quitting. It’s been your goal since your first day. This job was only meant to be temporary anyway. But, if you quit now, with less than three months of experience at a highly recognised company, all your work would be insignificant. More than that, all the crap you’ve endured thus far will be for nothing. Three months is not nearly enough credible experience to transfer to other jobs. You might be able to spin it in your favour during an interview, but you doubt your resume will even be selected.

Pushing the thought away, you secure your hair back in a low, loose bun with another pin, then reach for the hairspray. You’ve gone back and forth too much for someone in a rush. But it’s your first time going to the opera or ballet (you’re not really sure what Taehyung had said and don’t have the time to scroll through messages to confirm). You just want to make a good impression on his colleagues.

That is the only reason he invited you, you remind yourself. This is not a date.

Swarovski diamonds sparkle on your deep-necked dress. You tug at the short hem near your mid-thighs and adjust the edges of the plunging bust. You thought the lace would make you itchy, but find it is lined with soft silk. Elegant and creme-white, it would  resemble a wedding dress if it was longer, you can’t help noticing.

Rolling your eyes at the thought, you grab the matching earrings Taehyung had bought you– a pair of silver wings at the base with a dangling tassel of diamonds. He has impeccable taste. You almost wish he could style and dress you daily, like his personal doll.

A shiver runs down your spine. Your legs press together.

Deep breath in— your chest fills, eyes shut— deep breath out.

“You must be Taehyung!”

You hear Mrs Chu exclaim, eyes snapping open. What the fuck is he doing up here? You told him you’d be down soon, not even a second ag—

Shit.

Mrs Chu has been trying to meet Taehyung for weeks. Luckily, you’ve always been able to come up with some sort of excuse, usually revolving around a lack of time. She’d often try to corner you in the morning, just as you’re on the way out, asking countless questions about Taehyung’s schedule. In a rush, you tell her he’s just really busy this week and bolt out the door.

Grabbing your phone, your fingers tremble as you unlock it. A glance at your last message shows it was really sent about twenty minutes ago. You find he initially replied with acknowledgment, sending you a black heart. Later, perhaps growing concerned from your delay, he warned that he would be coming up if you’re not down in the next sixty seconds.

You shut your eyes, pinching the bridge of your nose. With a huff, you grab your clutch, tossing in your lip gloss, keys, phone and wallet, and rush out into the hall.

Taehyung stands in a full black suit, only a silver tie shining between the lap of his coat. He towers over a five-foot-six Mrs Chu. His hair is slicked back, a sliver-cuffed earring pinned to his lobe. He offers her a smile, a gentle nod.

He says something. The deep tone of his voice masks the words from a distance.

She’s practically giggling, though. Her face is a shade pinker and she has to force herself to look away.

Is this what you look like? Is this what everyone sees? He towers, you cower, bashful and dazed, inching closer towards him. He calls, you fall, helpless and desperate, playing with the buttons of his shirt.

Is this why no one believes you’re just friends?

Taehyung, eyes lazy yet intrigued, lips easy yet curved, draws Mrs Chu’s attention back.

“I see why ____ is so smitten,” she teases.

Your eyes widen. Heat rushes to your cheeks, hands suddenly clammy.

“Mrs Chu,” you call before she can go on any further.

You feel Taehyung’s eyes on you but can’t bring yourself to meet them. You keep your attention on Mrs Chu, making your way towards her.

Slipping between her and Taehyung, you pointedly glance at the couch. “Isn’t Wheel of Fortune on soon?” You ask through gritted teeth.

Mrs Chu rolls her eyes. She leans in towards you, peering up over the rim of her glasses, and mutters, “Subtle.”

You bite the inside of your cheek to keep from groaning and you swear you hear Taehyung stifle a laugh behind you.

She then looks towards him, and smiles. “It was nice meeting you, Taehyung.” She then  feigns surprise and adds, “I just remembered Wheel of Fortune will be on soon.”

“How is that any less subtle?” you whisper.

Mrs Chu opens her mouth to most likely scold you when your breath hitches. You stumble back as her eyes fall to your waist.

Taehyung wraps an arm around your middle, pulling you back against him. He’s steady and warm, but you fight against the urge to lean into his touch. As comforting as it is, especially after a hellish day at work, you cannot let your feelings for him get the better of you or risk Mrs Chu making this bigger than it is. 

“I would love to continue this subtle conversation,” Taehyung says, “but we really should be going.”

You can hear the smirk in his words, feel the muted laughter deep in his chest. You even feel the deep timbre of his voice resonating into your spine. You stiffen, refusing to let the soulful lure soothe your anxieties.  

Mrs Chu is at a loss for words. You’ve never seen her so surprised. She’d experienced life to its fullest. A wild college girl in my day, she always says. An honour roll student, valedictorian, three scholarships, co-captain of the cheer team, married her college sweetheart— divorced him a year later for the love of her life.

And here she stands, perfectly still, before you. She gawks over her glasses, jaw slack, brows raised, bouncing her attention between you and Taehyung as if you had just announced him to be the father of your child.

You shift your weight, hand moving over Taehyung’s to gently brush it off.

You hear the shifting fabric of his pocket as he shoves it in before clearing his throat, “Let’s grab your shoes, Angel,” he whispers, lips hovering near the top of your head.

Mrs Chu blinks at the nickname. She looks at you, like she’s waiting for an explanation, maybe even a correction.

You’re not sure what to say. ‘We’re just friends’ seems like a lie now— you hate the fact that it’s all you will probably ever be. And you doubt you’ll be able to utter that last word without choking on it.

Instead, you let out a breathy chuckle. “I knew I was forgetting something.”

Before either one of them can reply, you hurry down the hall and back into your room. As you search your closet for your heels, you wonder if you also have enough time to shut the door and scream under the covers.

“Your room is not as pink as I imagined it.”

Clutching the shoebox against your chest, you turn to find Taehyung standing in your doorway. He nearly fills the entire frame with his impressive height and broad shoulders. The black of his suit contrasts starkly against the cream walls, making the trim along the ceiling and the base of the deep maple hardwood floors seem almost fragile beneath his inquisitive gaze.

He’s right, though– there isn’t nearly as much pink in your room as you’d like. The space is tiny, barely accommodating your twin bed, a small vanity, and the rack of dresses Taehyung gifted you a couple of months ago. As he steps inside, you press your back against the closet door. The room suddenly feels suffocating as he surveys the small space, gazing with quiet interest, lingering on every detail. 

Your bed, lent to you by Mrs Chu, is pushed against the wall beneath your window. Its frame, a regal black metal with subtle gold accents, feels almost too grand for the tiny room. You’ve indulged in pink silk sheets and a fluffy white comforter. It was an impulse buy after the first surge of funds Taehyung transferred nearly seven months ago. At the foot of the bed, a cluster of plushies sit neatly. You don’t sleep with all of them, but their presence is comforting. 

A couple of books, lip balm, and hand cream sit on top of your oak night table, right beside your bed. Neatly stacked to the right are several more books. It’s not your entire collection, just your favourites. You often reach for them when you need to unwind or seek some comfort. The rest of your library remains boxed under your bed due to the limited space.

Above the bed hangs a gallery of impressionist paintings, each piece a relic of Mrs. Chu’s undergrad days. The vibrant scenes of grassy meadows, serene portraits, and abstract landscapes fill the wall with a patchwork of moods and colours. The adjacent walls are functional: one holds your closet, while the other features a large window nearly spanning its width. Framed by white cotton curtains and fairy lights, the window allows soft daylight to bathe the room.

Taehyung’s eyes settle on the vanity on the other side of the room. He tilts his head at the array of perfumes, bows, and makeup brushes that sit in organised chaos. His fingers graze the dangling chains of your necklaces before his attention settles on one of your smaller plushies. A smile plays on his lips at the collection of remaining stuffed animals you have littered around your room. He picks up a tiny Totoro plushie, turning it over in his hand, his expression soft with amusement.

“Cute,” he hums before putting it back. 

You catch a soft look in his eye and cannot fight the heat creeping up your neck to your cheeks. “You don’t like it when I touch the things around your office,” you point out, stepping towards him as he picks up a perfume bottle. 

He lets you take it from his hand and return it to its rightful place, suppressing an amused smirk. “When has that ever stopped you?”

You bite your lip to suppress your own guilty smile. 

Then, he steps closer. A crisp herbal blend, where floral notes of white tea are grounded by earthy impressions of sage infiltrate your next inhale. Hints of cedarwood and amber, with citrusy touches of begoment, are laced in with his usual musk– no doubt the doing of his cologne. You swallow thickly, resisting the urge to press your thighs together. He smells so delicious, so clean and rugged and Taehyung.

You tilt your head back to properly meet his intriguing, half-lidded gaze. At the sight of your pout, Taehyung nods towards your bed. His lack of words reminds you of the fact that you left him waiting for twenty minutes downstairs. Following his silent order without your usual air of defiance, you take a seat on the edge of your bed.

“I’m sorry,” you mutter before opening the shoebox to take out your sliver, strappy ribbon heels.

Taehyung kneels. He wraps a hand around your ankle and pulls your foot up to his face. His lips are soft. They press firmly on the knot of your ankle. Then, he sets it down on his knee.

You feel your face heat, flesh pricking with goosebumps. You try your best not to shiver, but fail as he takes the shoe from your hands and begins to slip your foot through. He’s careful with the straps, delicately looping the ribbon around your calf.

His silence usually alludes to something sinister. He’s always so calm before a punishment. The anticipation is often exhilarating. Wondering what he might do, what he might say makes you want to misbehave. How relentless will he be before finally giving into you? How harsh of a punishment will this act yield? These questions excite you but watching him be so deliberate in deafening silence almost makes your toes curl.

However, being this late, you doubt he will execute any physical punishment. Genuine anger may be the reason behind his lack of communication. He does have a habit of issuing a lack of attention as a punishment over texts.

Taehyung grabs your other foot and kisses your ankle again.

“I had to work late,” you try to explain.

He slips on the other shoe.

“The time just got away from me.”

He wraps the ribbon around your leg. His fingers are soft, brushing against your smooth skin.

He doesn’t even grunt an acknowledgement. You wonder if an explanation is doing more harm than good.

His nails are short, but you feel them gently scratch at you as he ties a bow under the back of your knee.

You pull your lip between your teeth, thighs trembling as you continue to resist the urge to press them together.

There it is— a hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lip.

Before you can utter another apology, Taehyung spreads your legs. The heady scent of your neediness fills the air as your wet, white thong is exposed. His grip on your knees tightens at the smell, the action aggressive enough to trigger a quiet moan. His lips, however, are soft, trailing open-mouthed kisses along your inner thigh.

Another gasp cinches at the base of your throat. You want to ask him what he’s doing. You want to remind him that you’re late, that Mrs Chu is on the other side of the slightly ajar door and can easily walk in on you. She might even be able to hear you right now, struggling to keep your breaths even. But you can’t find the words to stop him, or perhaps— you don’t want to.

You grasp on the edge of the bed. Your eyes flutter shut. You lean back, hips rolling up, up, up towards his chin.

His breath fans over the apex of your thighs. He breathes in deep, nose nuzzling against the damp fabric of your thong.

You bite your lips to hold back a moan.

Friends don’t do this, a little voice in your head whispers.

Friends don’t smother their perfect faces against your wetness. Friends don’t quietly moan and attempt to get you off to the mere vibrations of their voice. Friends don’t coax you into grinding against their firm noses.

But, perhaps, best friends do.

“No more cute sounds for me tonight?”

You peek down at him. He’s pulled himself away from your hips, licking the taste of you off his lips. A mischievous twinkle dances in his gaze.

You glance at the door, about to remind him that you’re not alone.

The smack of his hand against your clothed crotch cuts you off instead.

You’re only just able to catch your yelp, or so you think as a breathy whine breaks through. Eyes wide, you cannot believe he just spanked your pussy. And now he’s rubbing the pad of his thumb firmly against your bundle of nerves.

Your eyes dart to the door. You hear the catchy tune of the game show, the distant voice of the host but cannot make out any footsteps.

Taehyung does not seem to care. All playful indications in his features disappear. His attention burns through you, boiling your blood with needy passion. Your hips buck against the measly bouts of slow pleasure.

And all he does is stare.

Your toes curl, jaw tightens. How can he be so calm right now? Your wetness glistens on his chin, his breath smells of you, his hand is drenched with your neediness and he still kneels between your legs like it’s the only place he wants to be found. He presses harder against you, coaxing another whine.

It’s starting to infuriate you. Does he even care about you, risking your relationship with Mrs Chu so casually? Is this all for his own sick satisfaction? He gets you to trust him, to let him in, only to humiliate you in front of your surrogate grandmother?

God, he’s insufferable.

“We’re late,” you begin, parting your lips to continue when he cups your chin with his other hand.

You melt to his touch all too quickly, allowing him to pull down your head and maintain eye contact.

“And who’s fault is that?” He asks, reaching into his pocket.

“I told you that I had to work a bit later than usual,” you reply, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. “My job is important to me.”

“My promises are important to me.”

You raise a brow. “To who?”

That cocky smirk is not lost on you. Taehyung loves a good game— a good show. He likes watching you squirm under his sexual scrutiny and burn with jealousy.

It is the realisation of finding yourself in this position all over again— legs spread, Taehyung in between, and your pride shrivelled up in the corner, you are exactly where you swore you would never be agai—

“Ah!” you whine, eyes wide.

Taehyung continues to push the little toy into you.

“Shh,” he soothes.

You swallow thickly, clenching around the cool silicon. “What is that?” You whisper, voice fragmented and faint.

His gaze softens, thumb brushing against your clit. You resist the urge to buckle your hips up.

“A vibrator. It’s pink, shaped like a heart,” he explains as a smile graces his lips. “It was meant to be a gift for later, but,” he quirks his head to the side, ceasing his ministrations and fixing your panties. “It will work just as well for a punishment.”

You roll your eyes, moving to close your legs. “I don’t know how many times I have to tell you it wasn’t my fault.”

“I stood out there for twenty minutes.”

“You have a jacket, don’t you?”

Taehyung stands. He chews on the inside of his cheeks, hands slipping into his pockets.

You press your legs together.

“We fighting today?”

You bite on the inner corner of your lip, attempting to suppress a smile. The quirk of your brow is hard to mask, however. One of the first things Taehyung admitted he was drawn to was your swift wit. He likes to hear you bark only for him to bite. He finds it amusing and pitiful and absolutely thrilling.

“I haven’t done anything wrong,” you mumble. Your voice is small but you stand with confidence, leaning your head back to maintain his gaze. 

He’s so close now, you can taste the rich scent of his cologne. He nods once, lips brushing against your chin.

“We’ll discuss this in the car,” he whispers against your skin. The deep bartone of his voice sends shivers down your spine. You find it hard to keep your hands to yourself. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you inch forward on your toes to press your chest to his. 

A fight is never really a fight, more like a challenge of endurance. How far do you dare to disobey him? How long can he last before doing something about it? But in this moment, all alone in your little room with his hot breath fanning against your lips, you don’t feel the urge to push his buttons anymore. 

Taehyung does not remove his hands from his pockets. He stays still, expression stoic. If you couldn’t feel the fast beat of his heart or the hardness of his length, you would think he doesn’t want you touching him. 

A pout tugs on your lips at the lack of attention. Softening your voice in hopes that he will at least grab your waist, you ask, “Are you really ma–”

“Don’t,” he hisses, voice husky and low. “Don’t you dare make me repeat myself.”

You whimper. It’s pathetic and strained, but you cannot stop the sound from slipping out, let alone your lips from quivering. You miss him so much, need him so bad. Your heart aches with want, and for a second you cannot understand why things have to be so complicated. You love him and want him to be yours, in every sense of the word. You want to introduce him to Mrs Chu as your boyfriend, not just some guy you happen to be friends with and he just happens to buy you whatever you want. You want to hold his hand, call him sweet terms of endearment and flaunt your relationship in front of your stupid, bitchy boss. You want his attention, his time, and most of all– his lips on yours.

But then the rational part of your brain makes a reappearance and reminds you that this yearning is one-sided, and acting on it would mean risking the little bits of attention you’re getting right now. 

So you swallow thickly, slide your hands off his broad shoulders and down his strong chest, then back to your side. You grab your purse and the white fur coat Taehyung bought you from the bed, and lead the way out. 

“We’re going,” you call to Mrs Chu as you unlock the door. 

She waves you off. 

“Have a good night, Mrs Chu,” Taehyung then says.

She sits up in her seat on the couch and turns to give him her best smile. “Only if you do too, Taehyung,” she teases. A girlish giggle tumbles out of her as he flashes her an easy smile. You suppress the roll of your eyes as you head out.

Taehyung does not rest his hand on the small of your back as you make your way down the stairs. You sneak glances at him, finding he remains composed, hands still in his pockets, and completely ignoring you. When you step outside into the cold November night, he finally spares you a look over his shoulder. You stop mid-step expecting to find his usual car instead of a limousine. You remember being in one on your first night out together but that was because the event insisted on sending them out for all their high-funding donors. However, you don’t remember Taehyung mentioning that this is a charity event. 

Noticing your hesitation, he slips a hand behind your back and gently leads you towards the car. The driver opens the door for you and Taehyung helps you in. He does not lean in to buckle your seat belt for you, instead circling the back of the car to get in from the other side.

The limousine is a void of black leather and silence. You miss Sinatra’s soft voice trickling through the speakers and green glow of Taehyung’s custom made car. Most of all, you miss the way EDEN would greet you, flashing pink when speaking to you only. 

You slouch in your seat.

If you had known he’d be this upset, you would have told him you wouldn’t be able to make it before putting all this effort into looking presentable in front of his colleagues. Maybe if you had been honest about not being ready on time, he would have at least been more understanding. You know he hates coming late, having read about how he often arrives an hour before his meetings when you were researching him prior to your first meeting at the art gallery. 

But this passive aggressive treatment is too much. You miss him doting on you, groping your thighs and pulling you against his side. You’ve already apologised, even if you instantly attempted to bait him into an argument seconds later. He likes that you’re bratty, having told you so multiple times. So when is he going to swallow his pride already and–

“Ah,” you quietly squeal as the heart-shaped vibrator buzzes to life. The vibrations are slow, humming quietly against your clenching walls.

Taehyung slides closer to you, the widespread of his legs knocking against your trembling knees. You instantly press yourself against him, not about to resist his strong scent and warmth. His forehead brushes against yours before he roughly grips onto your chin, forcing you to meet his angry gaze.

“When will you fucking behave?” he hisses.

Your toes curl. Heat pools at the apex of your thighs. You let out a shaky breath, rounding your eyes.  

He tightens his grip, puckering your glossed lips. “I try to be patient with you,” he continues, voice dropping an octave. “I try to teach you and play with you, but you keep getting this crazy idea that you’re in charge.”

“M-May I please explain,” you ask through a whimper. 

A dark chuckle rumbles from his chest and tumbles over your hot face. He moans softly before grazing your soft cheek with his teeth, teasing a bite. “I don’t want to hear another word out of you, besides ‘yes, daddy.’ Am I clear?”

“Yes, daddy.”

A satisfied growl resonates from the depths of his chest and into yours, further dampening your little white thong. He uses his free hand to lift and rest your thigh over his lap. The new position, legs spread for him, allows the vibrations to buzz freely within you. While you try to bite your lip, constricted from his harsh hold on your chin, a loud moan still slips out.

“What was the first rule I sent you?”

You fight back a smile at the memory of that conversation. After running out of his office, overwhelmed by the sudden realisation of your feelings, he texted to check in on you. You went back and forth for a bit before he revisited the topic of discipline, or rather– what to expect from each other.

[angelcake] : interesting. so i get a say in this too?

[V] : Of course.

[V] : This goes both ways.

“No talking back,” you finally answer, pulling yourself out of your memories.

Taehyung smirks against your skin. Warm and soft, his lips then gently press against your flaming cheek. “That’s right, princess,” he mutters. 

Princess. 

A strained whine tears through your throat at the new term of endearment. He hasn’t called you much besides Angel. Sometimes he might pepper in a darling or sweetheart, but he has only uttered that word once before, last week when you stormed into his office in a huff. You didn’t know how badly you needed to hear it again, in that deep baritone voice of his, until now. Your hips roll up in response, desperate for more of his attention. Still, the vibrations remain at the current slow pace and pattern. 

Taehyung rubs your bare thigh as it rests over his strong leg. His hand inches closer and closer to your needy core, softly brushing against your sensitive skin. You can’t help shivering, or your little moans. No matter how much you bite your lip, ruining your lip gloss, or hold your breath, those desperate sounds still escape. It’s as if your body is determined to let him know how much you need him. 

He’s taking his time, grazing the pads of his fingers over your soft inner thighs. You fight against the instinct to press your legs together at the tantalising sensation. You want to beg him to just touch you, to just cup your crotch and kneed your clit with the heel of his palm as the vibrator continues to buzz within you. But he specifically narrowed your responses to two words and hasn’t asked you any other questions that would elicit an alternative answer. If you try to reason with him again, it will only anger him even more. And, while you love to see him riled up, you don’t think you can survive another sexual encounter with Kim Taehyung and be denied yet another orgasm. 

 So you keep your painful desires to yourself, letting out shaky, whiny breaths instead. It’s better this way, you try to tell yourself. I won’t seem too eager.

Your body betrays you, hips lifting up to finally meet his fingers. You expect a comment about how the fabric of your thong is clinging to your folds as he pushes his fingers against them. You expect him to administer feather-light touches, continuing to torment you with his slow pace. 

Instead, you receive a harsh slap over your folds. The sound echoes in the car, rivaling the volume of your surprised moan. You move to throw your head back, but his grip on your chin is still tight, forcing you to maintain eye contact. 

He smacks your wetness over and over again. Each one is just as hard, just as harsh. You can feel the heat radiate from his hand with every hit, legs trembling from the consistent bursts of simulation. The intensity of the vibrator within heightens a notch more and you cannot help the roll of your eyes. 

“Look at me,” Taehyung whispers. 

As you try to make eye contact with him again, you catch the gaze of the driver. Face red and eyes wide, he watches you through his rearview mirror. He holds your gaze, surprised at first but his shame soon falters. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he’s pleased.

“D-Daddy,” you mutter, voice strained and shrill. 

Taehyung follows your concerned gaze. His features harden. “Don’t look at her,” he orders. His voice is full of assertion and dominance. The driver instantly obeys, still Taehyung adds, “Eyes forward. Drive.”

His expression softens when he turns back to you, the grip on your chin loosening. Voice low and husky, he asks, “Are you alright?” 

The sincerity in his tender gaze makes you tremble. “Yes, daddy,” you whisper, suppressing a smile at the way he bites his lip.

Taehyung nods, finally letting go of your chin. Instead, his hand slides behind you and around your waist, pulling you closer against him. He dips his face to the crook of your neck and his lips caress your soft skin. With a sharp inhale of your scent, his other hand finds its rightful place between your legs. He cups your throbbing core, smirking at the way you arch your back into his side. 

“You’re always so responsive to me,” he whispers in your ear, nibbling on the lobe. 

The rich baritone of his voice makes you squirm all the more. Your folds sting from the harsh smacks, clit aching for more stimulation. You want to tell him to soothe the ache, to rub you until your eyes cross and you’ve forgotten your name. But you know he’s only showing you a semblance of mercy now because you took his punishment without sassing him. 

However, you find that you don’t need to say much. You wonder if perhaps your body is rather responsive in a way only Taehyung can decipher as he seems to know exactly what you need. Shifting enough to press his forehead against yours, he takes one look in your eyes and smirks. Before you can even think about questioning what that soft, amused look even means, his hand starts to move. The stimulation is agonisingly slow and soft but it’s something.

You do your best to stay still, to simply receive his generosity, but your hips have a mind of their own. It starts with a simple shift, then a squirm and before you know it, you’re grinding against his hand. One hand gripping on the edge of the seat, the other on the lap of his coat, you greedily gyrate against his long fingers.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs. He sounds so raspy and just as breathless as you. “Have I told you that tonight?”

You shake your head, cheek flaming. “No, daddy,” you shakily reply. 

He kisses your cheeks, smirking at the heated skin, then trails his lips along your jawline. He lingers, as if committing the soft curves of your features to memory. When his lips finally reach your ear and his fingers are completely drenched in your wetness, he says, “You look absolutely delicious.”

His voice resonates deep in your bones, rattling the discs of your spine and prinkling your skin with goosebumps. Your eyes roll back, hips eagerly grinding into his fingers as a disgustingly pathetic moan tears through your throat. You sound so weak and frail and like you’ve lost all sense of yourself. 

And yet, as Taehyung holds you tight and nuzzles his nose into the side of your face, muttering sweet praises, you have never felt more safe and secure in your life. You’ve merely had dreams of feeling this protected, but always believed that you were never the type of girl that deserved that kind of attention. 

But here Taehyung is, rendering you into a complete mess, and you feel as though you’ve finally found comfort and security. 

“M-May I please cum?”

 The words tumble from your lips in a hasty breath. You feel Taehyung smirk against your flushed skin. 

“Are you sure you want to?” You can hear the teasing edge in his voice and it makes resisting your orgasm harder. “You’ll have to sit in your sticky panties all night, Angel,” he warns, yet his ministrations are relentless, “I know how much you hate that.”

Yes, the sensation is uncomfortable and unsettling once the fog of lust has lifted and you’ve registered the reality of what you have just done. When you’re seconds away from one of the best orgasms of your life, however, you don’t care what you soil or who witnesses it. You just need to release it, and now.

“Please, Daddy,” you whimper, body tense. Your voice is a shell of what it once was, all meek and desperate. “Please, please, let me cum. I promise to behave the rest of the night.”

Taehyung groans quietly, the gentle vibrations rumbling from his chest to yours. “You know I’m going to hold you to that, right?” He teases. 

Toes curling, bones stiffening, you hastily nod. A strained sob tumbles from your glossed lips, face furrowed in tormented pleasure.

He chuckles at your broken whines. The vibrator nuzzled within, buzzing at a moderate level of intensity this whole time, suddenly jolts a notch faster. Even his fingers press firmer and harsher between your sensitive folds. 

You hold back. Squeezing your eyes shut, holding your breath, you do whatever you can to hold your orgasm back. His second rule is to always ask to cum. He told you that you’ve broken it several times and promised that he will not be lenient if you do it again. You would have hesitated to disobey him even if he wasn’t already annoyed with how late and sassy you’ve been tonight.

Perhaps he notices your stiffness, or has finally decided to stop toying with you, but Taehyung mutters his approval with a wet, open-mouthed kiss against your ear.

A waterfall of relief and satisfaction washes over you. Lips curled in a faint smile, you throw your head back and release a sharp whine as you gush around the vibrator. Your body roars with pleasure, hips rolling quicker and quicker against his touch, desperate to ride over this ethereal feeling to the last burst of arousal. 

You must have been chanting his name because suddenly Taehyung’s voice trickles into your light-headed mind, low and deep, with reassurances. 

“I’m right here, Angel,” he sweetly mutters. “I’m not going anywhere.”

You moan even louder, neediness evident in your ragged voice. Your throat feels sore from the strain of both suppressing and releasing broken whines, but you can’t care less. All you can think about is Taehyung. 

Offering another round of delicate kisses, he teasingly asks, “You’ve been such a good little thing for me, haven’t you?” 

You know he is not expecting an answer, but you nod anyway.

He pulls back, bringing his hand up to lick his arousal-slick fingers, holding your lust-blown gaze through half-lidded eyes. His deep-chested groan vibrates against your chest. Whimpering, you clench tight around the still buzzing toy.

A thought suddenly pops into your head and, for a second, you think you should ask before you act on it. The urge takes over you, though. Leaning a mere inch forward, you latch your lips around his pinky, sucking on the remnants of your orgasm with him.

He smiles– his sweet, velvety laughter echoes in the absence of your loud, recklessly needy moans around the limousine. You cannot help the flush of your cheek at the sound, suppressing a guilty smile yourself. You are not keen on tasting yourself but, with his hand being the only thing separating your lips, this might be the closest you get to kissing him. And, besides, you like how his strong fingers feel on your tongue. You like how he always pushes against it, as if silently ordering it to yield to his touch.

You slouch back into the seat, body trembling, as you suck on his fingers like a pacifier. Your gaze meets Taehyung’s at the realisation and the darkening gleam in his eyes makes you wonder if perhaps he was thinking the same thing. 

You’re not sure how this always happens– how easily his presence can render you helpless and fragile. Is it simply his dominating demeanour, or a sixth sense that seems to be attuned to your body’s desires? Does he know you really well or are you just an open-book? You want to ask, want to know what it is about him that makes you feel utterly vulnerable, yet completely safe. 

Removing his fingers from your mouths, Taehyung decreases the intensity of the heart-shaped vibrator back down to its lowest setting. You release your grip on the edge of the leather seat and his coat, full chest heaving in your glittering dress. He pulls you closer, his lips millimetres away from the corner of yours.

“Do you see what happens when you behave? You took your punishment like a good girl and I rewarded you, didn’t I?” He asks. His tone is condescending but still calm and firm. 

Biting back another moan, since you have humiliated yourself enough in front of the driver, you nod. “Yes, daddy,” you whisper, still trying to catch your breath. 

“All you have to do is trust me.”

“I do.”

The words escape before you can even register them, carrying too much conviction and urgency. You swallow thickly, wishing desperately to take them back.

Taehyung’s brows furrow, ever so slightly. 

You narrow your eyes. Did… did he just flinch?

Before you can really analyse the gesture, the car stops. You glance at the driver to find he’s keeping his eyes forward, but his expression is filled with a mix of regret and terror. The sudden sound of clicking cameras redirects your attention to the car door on your side of the limousine.

In a few simple movements, Taehyung readjusts both your positions so that you are sitting properly beside him. He fixes your dress and the framing pieces of hair around your face. He then presses a soft kiss to your cheek before meeting your gaze with deliberate care and tenderness. “It’s going to be a bit loud, just like when we went to that gallery. Do you remember that?” When you nod, he continues, “I want you to stand close to me and just keep your head down, okay, Angel?”

His once assertive voice is replaced with a soft yet protective edge. He holds your gaze even after you nod again, and doesn’t tell the driver he’s ready until you verbally confirm that you understand.

When he moves to step out of the car, you call him back. “The vibrator,” you whisper, still feeling its faint buzz against your tight walls. 

Taehyung smirks, his gaze flickering down to your lap before meeting yours again. A mischievous glint dances in his eyes as he replies, “I know.”

Your breath hitches as he exits the car. Does he actually expect you to navigate through the zoo of reporters with an active vibrator sitting deep inside you? The ongoing stimulation, while weak, paired with the stickiness of your thong is overstimulating enough. To expect you to ignore it all while avoiding cameras is cruel and a part of you thinks it might be part of your punishment.

Nonetheless, you accept his outstretched hand when your door opens and gracefully step out of the car. The next thirty seconds are a series of flashing lights, invasive questions and lots of shouting demands. The late November night air is cold, but the nosy reporters, shoving cameras and microphones in your face are colder. They care very little for personal space as they push between the security personnel for a mere glimpse of a better shot. 

You pull your fur coat closer to your body. Taehyung keeps a protective hand on your lower back, guiding you to the front door as you keep your head down. 

“What’s your name?!”

“How did you meet?!”

“Who are you wearing?!”

You ignore their questions, nuzzling closer to Taehyung. You can feel the heat of the theatre now, about to cross over the threshold when a particular question draws your attention back. 

“How long have you been working for the Geraldson Group?!”

Brows furrowed, eyes narrowed, you whip your head back. How the fuck did they know you work there? Have they been following you? You want to scan the crowd for a familiar face, however the scene before you is chaotic and much too loud. The sudden attention causes a roaring wave of excitement. Immediately, flashing lights blur your vision. You’re mostly shielded by the thick fur of your coat, but the fast blinking still disorients you.

Taehyung tightens his grip on your waist and pulls you inside with him. 

The doors close. The thunderous voices of the reporters muffles and soft, classical music fills the grand space before you. 

You blink until your eyes adjust, one side of your coat falling from your shoulders as you lean into Taehyung’s strong frame for support. He helps you out of it without another word. Before you know it, you’re being led through a theatre of Renaissance design. 

Plush red carpets span the entire lobby, their vibrant hue complementing the warm, amber glow of the majestic marble walls. Each wall is adorned with rectangular pillars that stretch skyward, meeting the concaved ceiling in graceful, curving arches. Symmetrical patterns climb the face of every pillar, leading your eyes to a high, vaulted ceiling brimming with ornate details. However, the classical, Renaissance design truly shines through in the intricate porcelain trimmings, their delicate craftsmanship adding an air of timeless elegance to the space. And in the centre of it all is a lavish chandelier with a beautifully carved medallion. Like a blooming flower, it skirts around the glowing crystal with triangular carvings. 

You let out a breathless gasp at the sight. Your attention trails down to the numerous attendees of tonight’s event, all dressed in formal suits and dresses. They are conversing or making their way to their seats, climbing up the grandiose staircase before you. 

Taehyung returns his hand to the small of your back. You look up at him, expecting his previous cold demeanour to surface. However, to your surprise, he meets your gaze with exceptional warmth. He even offers a small smile as he leads you to the staircase.

Relief washes over you at the sight. You thought he might be upset at the fact that you technically disobeyed his orders when you turned back to the cameras at the last second. However, his borderline cheer-y mood seems to be genuine.

Wanting to keep that joyful spirit alive, you mutter, “I didn’t mean to look back. It’s just–”

“I know,” Taehyung reassures. His hand rubs soft circles on your back with every step up the stairs. “I heard the question.”

You raise your brows, lips slightly parted. “How do they know?” 

Taehyung’s once playful eyes soften into something more sincere and… remorseful? “Someone’s been feeding them information.”

“Who?”

“Take a guess, princess.”

Any indication of guessing flew out the window the moment he called you that pet name. You swallow thickly, clenching around the humming toy. Why must he make this so easy? Pretending to be his, even believing it, is so fucking easy when he touches you so tenderly, adjusts his steps to match your slow ones because he knows you’re wearing heels, and calls you intimate terms of endearment all too causally. Suddenly, you want to tell him, you want to forget all the consequences and just let the words take over you– I think I’m in love with you.

But the moment you part your lips, fear shackles your voice. You can barely breathe as you look up at him. His side profile is stunning. Strong jawline, sweet lips, soft nose and captivating eyes with long lashes, he is flawless.

“I don’t know,” you finally reply, voice quiet and shaky.

Taehyung sighs. “I suspect it’s your boss, but I haven’t been able to prove it just yet,” he confesses. “I’ve been mostly trying to keep your name out of the press and buy out any possible pictures of you.”

The rage you instantly feel for Marina falters as Taehyung continues to outline in detail how he has tracked down every digital and physical copy of your photo and erased it from existence. He reassures you that no one will know who you are or where you live. 

“And,” he adds as you finally reach the landing, “No one was supposed to find out where you work but I think she got that out herself.”

“Why can’t she just leave me alone?” You mutter under your breath. 

Is sex with Taehyung really that good or is she just insane? At some point, she must see how psychotic all this is– if she indeed is the one leaking personal information about you. 

Taehyung still hears your exasperated words, tightening his grip on your waist. “Look, I know we talked about it before and I really do want you to feel free to choose to do whatever you like,” he starts, leading you down an extravagantly designed hall, “but, Angel, please reconsider quitting. None of this is worth it.”

“Do you seriously think I don’t know that, Tae,” you reply with just as much annoyance laced in your voice. “Of course, it’s not worth it, but it also won’t be worth anything if I leave now and I’m certain she knows that. And I’m not about to run away from someone that pathetic and desperate.”

Taehyung raises a brow at your words.

You bite your lip, instantly filled with regret and yet you don’t take any of it back. You know you’re right. You know she’s acting crazy. And, you’ll be damned if a psycho like her is going to control your life.

“You know,” Taehyung whispers, “You’re kinda hot when you’re pissed.” 

You fight off a smile. “That’s really funny,” you tease, as he stops you in front of a red curtain. “I could say the same thing about you.”

One of the ushers pulls back the curtain and Taehyung nods at you to enter before him. You step through to find the entire auditorium below. The lobby pales in comparison to this grand space. The ceiling is also domed but instead of being adored with a beautiful medallion, it reflects a renaissance-style painting of Heaven. Pale blue skies, rich white clouds, gods and goddesses dressed in cotton sheets and wraps, looking solemn and holy.

You gape at the sky, letting out a small gasp. “This place is so beautiful,” you whisper to Taehyung as he guides you to your seats– the front row of the balcony. 

“It’s my favourite theatre,” he replies, sitting down beside you. He rests his hand on your bare thigh and continues, “I knew you’d like it.”

You pause.

You thought that this was some sort of business event. Taehyung specifically told you that he would like you to attend five events with him. There was the art gallery, a night you will never forget. Then you went to the stables, where he dry humped you senseless and no doubt destroyed any evidence the polo players may have had of it. And there was that one on the boat but really you can’t remember what charity that was for. All you remember of that night was Taehyung’s mouth all over your nipples and being delicately taken care of. 

This night at the theatre was supposed to be the fourth. You’re wearing the fourth dress he bought you specifically for these business events, after you expressed your insecurity of not being able to afford anything fitting enough to be his plus-one. 

However, the show looks like it’s seconds from starting and no one else is entering the balcony. You take another look around and confirm that it’s just you and Taehyung up here, with that heart-shaped vibrator still buzzing and your chest still pounding. 

“What charity is this for again?” You ask, keeping your voice tempered.

Taehyung casts you a sidelong glance before answering, “This is not for charity.”

You wait in hopes that he will continue.

He doesn’t. 

Is this a date? A misunderstanding? Were you not supposed to wear this dress? But Taehyung made a comment about it in the car. If he didn’t want you wearing it tonight, he would have told you so before you even left your apartment. You wonder if he didn’t because you were late, or maybe he just didn’t notice yet. 

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, Angel?” 

His deep, velvety voice draws you out of your confused thoughts. You cross your legs, instantly regretting the action as it puts more pressure against the soft vibrations within. You suppress a moan. 

Taehyung then leans in close, pressing his lips to your ear to whisper, “Are you horny, princess?”

Heat pools at your core. You can’t stop yourself from squirming in your seat. Shooting him a pout, you hold back a snarky comment and instead ask, “Is this a company event?”

The assertion in his dominance softens. Licking his lips, Taehyung shakes his head. “No, it’s not,” he replies, “A friend I made in the military is performing tonight. He sent me two tickets and I thought I might as well bring a friend.”

You should have stayed curious. His words suffocate your heart and you find yourself grateful for not confessing your feelings for him earlier.

Thought he’d bring a friend, you wonder as your jaw sets. So not only is this not a date, but I’m also a fucking afterthought? 

Did he also think to just put you in this dress and call this one of your obligated events? Does he just want to get this over with? 

“Tell me what’s on your mind,” he orders. 

You suppress a glare, schooling your features. “Nothing,” you mumble. 

“Don’t lie to me.”

Sharply inhaling, you have to swallow thickly to keep from sarcastically snorting at his hypocrisy. You’re not allowed to lie but it seems like he can do whatever the fuck he wants. 

“Why am I here, Taehyung,” you find yourself asking. There’s an edge in your voice that cannot seem to stay hidden. “This isn’t work related, you made a huge deal about being late and this vibrator is only making things worse, so just tell me what I’m doing here.”

Taehyung sits up in his seat. He turns away from the stage, even as the lights dim, to fully face you. The curtains pull back, revealing the stage and a single individual in the centre, who might very well be his friend, but he continues to keep his undivided attention on you.

Voice low and deep, he poses questions of his own. “What has been going on with you lately? One second you’re fine and the next you’re talking to me like I’ve hurt you,” he whispers, earnest brown eyes boring into yours. “I’ve been following your rules. I text you every morning and night, I’m not, nor have I ever paid you for sexual favours and I haven’t seen anyone else in almost a year. I don’t skip meals anymore, I tell you if you might interact with one of my exes, I shared my location with you, even when I knew you were just joking and being a little fucking brat.”

You bite your lip, averting your gaze to your lap in shame. He really has been on his best behaviour. Even on his busiest days, he sends you the messages you asked for and takes the time to give you detailed rundowns of his entire day. 

Gently cupping your chin, he nudges you to face him again. “Tell me what’s going on,” he repeats. “Tell me how to fix it.”

I wish you’d love me, you want to say. I wish you’d love me the same way I love you. And you’re starting to realise that perhaps you’re becoming resentful that he doesn’t or that you’re just too much of a coward to really succumb to such vulnerability.

“You’re missing the performance,” you mutter, hoping to skirt the conversation for another time. 

“I’ve already repeated myself once. Don’t make me do it again, Angel,” he warns, yet his voice remains heavy with heartfelt emotion and sincerity. 

Perhaps you cannot tell the whole truth, but you might be able to get away with telling him a part of it. “I feel like an afterthought right now,” you whisper. “I feel like you asked me to come because I was just there and not because you actually want me here.”

Taehyung wraps an arm around your shoulders. He pulls you close into his side and leans down ever so slightly to press his lips to your ear. “An afterthought,” he questions in a breathy whisper that makes your clit ache. “You’re the only thought. You’re here because this is where you belong, Angel. Don’t forget that.”

You grip onto his thigh, body trembling. His words loop in your head, over and over as he pulls back enough to give you a gentle kiss on your forehead. Biting your lip, you do your best not to moan, knowing it will surely echo in a grand room designed  for optimal sound. 

“Now, how about we have some fun?” 

Before you can reply, the vibrator surges to a pace that’s three times faster. You bury your face into his neck, not caring if the gesture will ruin your makeup or his suit, to muffle your needy moans. Tightening the cross of your legs, clenching around the toy, you do your best to repress your growing desire. If you let out a whine that is even slightly at speaking volume, you’re convinced the entire auditorium will hear it.

“Please,” you manage to murmur. 

Taehyung quietly chuckles, his lips brushing against your ear. “You know better than to beg, Angel. Be good, and maybe I’ll reward you after the show.”

​​And with that, he settles back into his seat, leaving you trembling on the edge of composure, the hum of the vibrator your only company as the performance begins.

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[bts-ruu]

....his heart is very big

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his smirk!!! he knew exactly what he was doing

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The Price of Desire

Summary: You had unknowingly stirred a storm the previous day, and Jungkook's calm demeanour had masked his growing frustration. This morning, your actions had reignited the flames, and Jungkook's mind began to wander to the consequences of your behaviour. Unbeknownst to you, he had started pondering on a matter that would make you realize the gravity of your actions. Little did you know, keeping secrets from your boyfriend and testing his patience would soon catch up with you.

Pairing: AngryBf! HardDom! Jungkook x reader

Genre: One shot. Smut with fluff. Minders DNI.

Warnings: established relationship, explicit language, confusion, Confrontation, Betrayal, Secrets, Oral sex (m,f), Some biting, Marking, Angry Jungkook, HardDom!Jungkook, Daddy kink, Spanking, Dumbification if you squint, Use of Strength, Punishment, possessiveness, Jealousy, Orgasm denial, Nipple play, Choking, Bondage, Dirty talk, Use of sex toy, Manhandling, Deep throat, MIRRORS!, Unprotected sex between established relationship, missionary, backshots, cowgirl, Creampie, Squirting, Multiple orgasm, Improper use of bench, Fluff, Aftercare.

A/N: Aahh! This has been in my thoughts ever since I saw Jungkook working out bare chest. It drove me crazy. He is so hot. I have been working on it for months to capture all my thoughts. Just writing my filthy thoughts. Idk just leave me alone!

Hope you like it. Please share with your friends if you like it & please interact with it as well.

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Jungkook walked through the door, exhausted from his non-stop schedule of his dance studio. Taking off his shoes and wearing house slippers, his eyes scanned the room, searching for his love, and his heart skipped a beat when he spotted you standing in the kitchen, phone pressed to your ear. He was busy for a few weeks continuously is an understatement. But so were you, maybe less, but still, you were.

"Hey, baby," he said, wrapping his arms around you in a brief hug, his lips brushing against yours in a gentle kiss.

You smiled, your eyes sparkling, and replied, "Hey."

Jungkook couldn't quite put his finger on it, but you looked radiant, glowing even? Maybe it was the soft lighting in the kitchen or the way your hair fell in loose waves down your back. Whatever it was, he couldn't help but feel drawn to you.

As you continued your phone call with your colleague, Jungkook took a moment to appreciate the warmth and comfort of your home. You two had built a life together, one filled with love, laughter, and passion. Your chemistry was undeniable, and your relationship had only grown stronger with each passing day. Well-settled, and you both had successful careers.

But what made your bond truly special was your incredible sex life – or at least, that's what Jungkook thought.

Until today.

Jungkook couldn't shake the feeling that something was different, something that went beyond the surface level. He pushed the thought aside, attributing it to his own exhaustion.

Jungkook's exhaustion melted away as he entered their shared bedroom, seeking fresh clothes for a well-deserved shower. His gaze drifted toward the closet, but his attention was hijacked by the nightstand.

He froze, eyes widening in shock.

Your favourite sex toy lay there, gleaming in the soft light. Jungkook's mind reeled. "Did you? Did you play with yourself?" The thought trailed off, quickly dismissing the idea. 'No, you would never pleasure yourself without him.’

Maybe, just maybe, you were hinting that you were in the mood?

But then, his eyes locked onto the dampness on the toy. His legs moved on their own accord, drawing him closer, his heart racing. He picked up the toy, bringing it to his nose. The scent hit him like a tidal wave.

"Fucking hell," he muttered, his groan stuck in his throat.

The aroma was unmistakable – your scent, your essence. Jungkook's body responded, desire coursing through his veins. Yet, a spark of irritation flared within him. Jungkook was torn – aroused yet infuriated.

Why would you do this? He had one rule: Never touch yourself without his permission. If you had asked him, he would never deny you. Hell! He would pleasure you himself - If you were that needy. He would let you do anything, would always satisfy your needs and fulfil your every desire.

Jungkook's thoughts swirled, conflicting emotions warring inside him.

'Why did you do this without me?'

'Did you need it that badly?'

'Why didn't you ask?'

He recalled the countless times he'd pleasured you, the ways he'd made you scream with delight. His pride stirred, mixed with a dash of possessiveness.

As he stood there, frozen in turmoil, the sound of sizzling vegetables and gentle humming drifted from the kitchen. You were unaware of the storm brewing within him.

Jungkook's grip on the toy tightened, his mind racing with questions and emotions. He knew he had to confront you, to understand why you'd broken his rule.

The dinner preparations continued, oblivious to the tension building in the bedroom.

Jungkook's thoughts swirled as he stood frozen, the toy still clutched in his hand. He felt a mix of emotions: desire, possessiveness, and a hint of hurt. Why did you do this without him? The thought kept repeating in his mind.

He took a deep breath, attempting to calm himself. Maybe there was a reasonable explanation. Maybe you were just...

The sound of your laughter carried from the kitchen, followed by the clinking of dishes. Jungkook's head snapped at the bedroom door and his heart skipped a beat. Eyes unfocused, moving around in bedroom, he couldn't shake the image of you, alone in their bedroom, pleasuring yourself.

As Jungkook replaced the toy on the nightstand, his mind still reeled from the discovery. With a newfound sense of determination, he turned on his heels, intent on confronting you, as he neared the kitchen, he heard you saying your goodbye on the phone,

"Good timing," he muttered to himself.

But the doorbell rang, interrupting his thoughts.

You were still in the kitchen, wrapping up your phone call. Jungkook didn't spare you a glance, his eyes fixed on the door. He opened it to reveal Jin, holding a basket of freshly picked fruits.

"Hey, Junkookie!" Jin said, beaming. "I brought some goodies from my garden."

Jungkook invited Jin in, and they settled onto the couch. You emerged from the kitchen with a glass of water for Jin.

"Ahh, thank you, Y/N-ah," Jin said, accepting the glass.

Jungkook's gaze drifted away, playing with his lip piercing, his mind still consumed by the toy. Jin's chatter brought him back to the present.

"...and then I realized I had to prune the trees sooner," Jin said, chuckling.

You excused yourself, asking Jin if he'd stay for dinner. Jin declined, citing another engagement.

"Okay, no worries," you said, smiling. "I'll get back to cooking."

As you re-entered the kitchen, you suddenly remembered the toy. Your heart skipped a beat.

Shit!

SHIT!

Panic set in your chest. Before you could hide the evidence, your phone rang, distracting you. You forgot about the toy momentarily.

Glancing back at the living room, you saw Jungkook laughing with Jin. You breathed a sigh of relief. He might haven't seen it yet.

You quickly slipped into the bedroom, snatched the toy from the nightstand, and rushed to the bathroom. Your hands trembled as you washed and wiped the toy clean. As you dumped it in the bottom drawer of the sink cabinet where it belongs, you caught your reflection. Flushed and panting, you looked like you'd committed a crime.

Why was I so scared? He didn't even see it. If he had, he would've said something.

You shook your head, laughing at your own paranoia. Promising yourself you'd confess later, you composed yourself and headed back to the kitchen.

Jin's goodbye to Jungkook drifted from the living room. You timed your entrance perfectly, pretending you'd been in the kitchen all along.

Closing the door behind Jin, Jungkook walked towards the kitchen, his eyes locked onto your back. He pushed his messy hair back with his tattooed hand a habitual gesture that betrayed his turmoil, and shoved his left hand deep into his pants pocket.

Pausing for a moment, he seemed to consider speaking up, but his lips remained sealed.

Tonguing his cheeks, Jungkook continued walking towards the bedroom. His mind replayed the events of the evening, particularly the moment he saw you sneaking into the bedroom while he was engrossed in conversation with Jin.

He was convinced that you had hidden the sex toy.

As he entered the bedroom, Jungkook's gaze swept the room, searching for any sign of the toy. His suspicion was confirmed: your sex toy was nowhere to be seen. Expertly hidden.

The nightstand, where he had last seen it, was now empty and the surface was spotless.

Jungkook's eyes narrowed, his thoughts swirling.

You had clearly tried to conceal the evidence.

But why?

Was it guilt or embarrassment?

Or was it something more?

Jungkook's mind raced with questions, his emotions oscillating between frustration and curiosity.

He knew he had to confront you about this.

But how?

And when?

For now, he decided to keep his discovery to himself, observing your behaviour, waiting for the perfect moment to address the issue.

Fishing new clothes from his closet, he headed towards the bathroom, stripped off his clothes, stepping into the shower he placed his palms on the tiled wall and hung his head low in the water stream. Warm water cascaded down his body, but his mind remained tense.

‘Why would you hide that toy? Why did you feel the need to use it in the first place?’

‘Was he not enough for you?’

‘Did he neglect you somehow?’ eyes snapping up, his expressions changed to shock.

‘Did you try to communicate your needs, but he was too busy?’

‘Is he lacking somewhere in satisfying you?’ his eyebrows furrowed.

‘Do you not feel safe with him to talk about your needs with him?’ face changed from shock to pained expression.

Self-doubt and anger mingled within him. He punched the tiles in frustration, the sound echoing through the shower area. The pain radiating from his fist was nothing compared to the turmoil brewing inside him.

Taking a deep breath, Jungkook tried to calm himself down.

Washing off the remaining soap, he turned off the water and stepped out of the shower cabin. Grabbing a towel, he began to dry himself, his movements brisk and efficient. As he stood in front of the mirror, he gazed at his reflection. His eyes were still blazing with anger, his jaw clenched.

"Whatever it is," he muttered to himself, "you still shouldn't have done it."

The words hung in the air, a reminder of his unresolved emotions.

Jungkook took another deep breath, trying to shake off the lingering frustration.

He put on fresh clothes – a simple white shirt and black pants – and headed towards the kitchen.

The aroma of dinner wafted through the air, enticing his senses.

But his appetite was dampened by the thoughts still swirling in his mind.

As he entered the kitchen, Jungkook's gaze lingered on you, searching for any sign of awareness. Did you know what he'd found? Did you intentionally leave it out?

When you turned around, Jungkook's gaze fell upon you once more, his eyes locking onto the phone clutched between your ear and shoulder. Your bright smile and gentle humming only added to his growing unease.

You caught his eye and said, "Yes, he is. He's as amazing as he always is with me," accompanied by a playful wink.

Jungkook's heart clenched, a pang of hurt and betrayal shooting through him.

If you felt that way, why didn't you tell him about your needs?

You placed the pan beside your dishes and covered the phone's mouthpiece with your hand.

"This is my best friend," you explained, noticing Jungkook's intense stare.

He nodded curtly, trying to mask his turmoil.

Pulling out a chair, Jungkook sat down, but his appetite had vanished.

Bubbling with anger and frustration.

He needs to talk to you. But you seemed too busy, too content without him. You didn't even need him now.

He forced down a few spoonful of food, the taste bland in his mouth.

As dinner progressed, Jungkook's silence grew more pronounced. His mind raced with questions, and his body ached with desire, he felt suffocated.

Suddenly, he stood up, startling you.

Your confused expression and mouthful of food only added to Jungkook's agitation.

You gestured with your hands, asking, "What?"

"I have some work to do with Jimin," Jungkook said abruptly, referencing the task Jin hyung had mentioned during his visit.

Without giving you a chance to respond, Jungkook swiftly departed, leaving you bewildered and concerned.

The door closed behind him, leaving you wondering what had just happened.

Needing solace, Jungkook got into his car and began driving without a specific destination in mind. The winding roads and soothing hum of the engine helped clear his thoughts.

Letting the window down, the cool breeze swept through his still-damp hair, carrying the scent of the night.

As he drove, Jungkook's mind wandered back to you and the events of the evening.

After an hour of driving, he found himself at a familiar spot – the overlook where the entire city sparkled like diamonds.

This was your spot, a place where memories lingered.

It had been too long since you both came here together, lost in each other's eyes.

Recalling those moments, a gentle smile crept onto Jungkook's face.

Ruffling his hair, he thought, "Coming here was a good decision."

The peaceful atmosphere calmed his racing thoughts.

With both hands, Jungkook swept his hair back, securing it behind his head.

He sighed, feeling the tension ease from his shoulders.

Gazing out at the city lights and starry sky, Jungkook's thoughts began to untangle.

The stars above twinkled like reminders of the love you shared. Jungkook's heart still ached, but the pain was now tempered by nostalgia. He remembered the laughter, the whispers, and the promises made under these same stars.

Closing his eyes, Jungkook let the night air envelop him.

For the first time since the discovery, he felt his emotions balancing.

Jungkook knew what he needed to do. He would confront you, but calmly, with a clear mind.

The darkness surrounding him was no longer suffocating. Instead, it felt like a blanket, wrapping him in comfort. He was ready to face whatever lay ahead.

It was past midnight when Jungkook returned home, resolved to give you a chance to confess first.

Opening the main door with his keys, the darkness enveloped him.

He checked his phone, still on silent mode, and saw three missed calls from you and several messages.

One from Jimin caught his eye: "You're with me, but busy? Where the hell are you?"

Jungkook sighed, locking his phone.

Sneaking into the bedroom, he found you asleep, clutching your mobile in your hand. Your peaceful face and gentle grip on the phone made Jungkook chuckle. You must have been worried. His heart softened, he felt a pang of guilt for leaving abruptly.

But he refrained from pulling you close.

Slipping under the sheets, Jungkook rested his hands behind his head, gazing at the ceiling.

The urge to pull you close and kiss you was strong. But his lingering anger and desire for answers kept him still.

You stirred in your sleep, whispering without opening your eyes, "Where were you?"

"Working," Jungkook replied curtly, avoiding eye contact. "Go back to sleep. We'll talk tomorrow."

You settled back into slumber.

Jungkook turned his back to you, his mind racing. He contemplated your punishment if you didn't confess tomorrow. A sly smile spread across his face.

"You'll pay for keeping secrets from me," he thought, as he fell into the slumber.

Jungkook woke to an empty space beside him, the morning light illuminating your absence. He heard the sizzle of breakfast from the kitchen, signalling your early rise.

Freshening up, Jungkook joined you, his footsteps quiet on the tile floor. No greeting escaped his lips as he sat at the dining table. You had already poured him a glass of juice, and he picked it up, taking a sip.

You turned, startled, hand on your heart.

"Gosh, baby, you scared me!"

Usually, Jungkook would tease and laugh at this, but today he remained silent.

His eyes didn't meet yours.

He focused on the pancakes. He dug into the pancakes you had put in front of him, his hunger finally satisfied after last night's minimal dinner.

Seating on a chair opposite him, you greeted him with a nervous "Good morning, love." filling the silence.

Jungkook hummed, nodded, still avoiding eye contact.

"Jungkook?" you said, voice laced with concern.

His gaze snapped up.

You never called each other by name, especially when alone.

You looked nervous, fidgeting with your hands.

Jungkook's heart softened slightly, thinking maybe you'd confess.

Explain why you sought solo pleasure.

Without him.

Without his permission.

His eyes locked onto yours. Anticipation hung between you. The moment teetered.

Your nervous chuckle grated on Jungkook's ears. "Are-are you angry at me or something?"

Straightening his lips, he replied, "No, why? Should I be angry at you?"

His raised eyebrow, daring you to confess. The silence between you was palpable, heavy with unspoken words.

Your lips moved.

Jungkook's eyes locked onto yours, searching for any sign of guilt or explanation.

But your gaze darted away, avoiding his.

Biting your lips you shook your head, and said, "No," avoiding eye contact.

You missed Jungkook's fleeting disappointment. His jaw ticked. His expression turned neutral. You didn't notice the subtle change. Jungkook decided against confrontation. If you wouldn't confess, he wouldn't reveal his knowledge. Punishment would come, but not now. He'd maintain normalcy.

Finishing breakfast, Jungkook helped clean the table. At the sink, he took the dishes from you. "Let me." You didn't suspect a thing; Jungkook was always helpful.

Jungkook missed how you stopped at the kitchen exit, hesitating. Looking back at Jungkook's bent head, you thought, "I should tell him." But work beckoned. You pushed the thought away. Getting ready for office, and Jungkook followed suit.

At the main door, Jungkook pecked your lips.

"Goodbye, princess. See you in the evening."

You smiled, unaware of the unspoken tension. Only when you were apart did you realize: Jungkook hadn't said "I love you."

A hollow feeling settled in. Was everything okay? You pushed the doubt aside. Focus on work. You would confess him tonight. Tonight would bring clarity.

Or so you hoped.

Jungkook's troubled mind couldn't focus on dance moves, so he left his studio early, arriving home around 3 pm.

He swiftly changed into comfortable clothes, his thoughts still consumed by you.

At the bar, Jungkook poured whiskey over ice, the clink of glass a stark contrast to his turbulent emotions.

Sitting on the couch, he contemplated your punishment, scenarios unfolding in his mind.

As the whiskey warmed his chest, a sly smile spread across his face. A plan took shape. Finishing his drink, Jungkook rose, determination etched on his features.

In his bedroom, he gathered necessities for his plan.

Next stop: the home gym.

He tucked everything into a hidden drawer, ensuring secrecy.

The clock read almost 5 pm. Your return was imminent.

Jungkook shed his shirt, opting for gray sweatpants. He began working out with weights, sweat dripping as his intensity grew.

Each rep forged resolve. His mind focused on the impending confrontation.

The door would soon open.

Jungkook's grip on the weights tightened. 

You pulled into the driveway, surprised to see Jungkook's car already parked in the garage. After weeks of late nights, his early return thrilled you.

You envisioned a relaxing evening together. Stepping into the house, silence enveloped you.

No Jungkook in the kitchen or bedroom. Your curiosity piqued.

A faint grunting noise drifted from the home gym. Rolling your eyes, you smiled.

"Of course, Jungkook would spend any free time he have in the gym."

You headed toward the gym. The door was already open, revealing Jungkook's focused form.

Sweat-drenched, muscles tensed, he lifted weights with precision.

Your presence remained unnoticed.

His concentration was solely on his workout. Jungkook's eyes, fixed on his reflection

You leaned against the doorway, mesmerized by Jungkook's beauty. His intensity drew you in. Sitting on a bench, bicep curling weights, his muscles flexing. His thick thighs manspread in his gray sweats. His side profile faced you. Grunting, lips bitten, looking at his reflection, your eyes locked onto his sweat-glistened torso making your core tingle.

‘Gosh, how does he look so hot?’ you thought.

"Hey baby," you said, announcing your presence stepping inside the room.

Jungkook's gaze remained fixed on the mirror.

No response.

No acknowledgment.

Just: "You're back. Good. Get undressed."

His voice was low, commanding.

You froze, mid step.

Eyes wide.

"Huh?" you stuttered.

Jungkook repeated, voice firm:

"You heard me. Get naked. Don't make me repeat myself."

Still, no eye contact. Your mind reeled.

The weights clinked as Jungkook continued his workout.

His reflection showed a determined face.

Your heart pounded.

Uncertainty mixed with excitement. "Oh! Oohhh... So he's in that mood." You thought, a thrill running through your veins. You always loved it when Jungkook got like this - intense, commanding, and unstoppable. It’s not your first time to engage in such kind of erotic play.

Without hesitation, you started unbuttoning your shirt, your fingers trembling slightly. The sound of the weights and Jungkook's steady breathing filled the air, heightening the tension.

As you revealed your skin, inch by inch, Jungkook's focus remained on his workout. His determination was palpable, his muscles rippling beneath his sweat-drenched skin.

You couldn't help but admire him, his raw power and authority drawing you in. Your heart pounded faster, anticipation coursing through your veins.

The shirt slipped off your shoulders, pooling on the floor. You stood there, exposed, waiting for Jungkook's next command.

The Lat Pull Down Cable Machine creaked as Jungkook pulled the weight down, his biceps flexing. His eyes remained fixed on the mirror, his reflection a testament to his unwavering focus.

Your breath caught in your throat. What would he ask of you next? Would you be able to keep up with his demands?

The silence between you was electric, heavy with expectation. You knew that once you crossed this threshold, there would be no turning back.

Jungkook's voice cut through the tension, firm and unyielding: "Continue."

Jungkook's tone left no room for discussion.

The air was charged with anticipation.

Your eyes locked onto Jungkook, engrossed in his workout, his hair falling over his intense eyes. Your gaze lingered, sensing something different. But Jungkook's expression remained neutral.

Hands shaking, you wondered why. Unzipping and removing your skirt, you glanced up at Jungkook.

Panting, sweat-drenched hair, and body glistening with perspiration.

Your heart racing, chest heaving, cheeks flushing pink.

You reach behind you and unclasp your bra, removing it. Your nipples hardening in the cool air.

Jungkook continued his workout, unfazed.

Confusion crept in.

Standing near the counter, you cleared your throat.

Jungkook's gaze met yours through the mirror. He released the cable, weights thudding down.

You flinched.

"What part of 'get naked' didn't you understand?" he asked sternly.

His forearm rested on his thighs, eyes burning with intensity.

Mumbling apologies, you hastily hooked your thumbs in your panty’s waistband and pulled them down, finally removing everything.

Goosebumps spread across your skin under Jungkook's shameless gaze.

To avoid his intense stare, you bend down to gather your clothes.

But Jungkook stops you with a firm "let it be."

He instructs, "Get on the counter."

You look at the counter behind you, then back at Jungkook, stunned.

This is so unexpected.

With a huff, Jungkook gets up and strides towards you.

Your breath hitched as you shift nervously on your legs.

Standing before you, Jungkook towers over you.

"I said," he repeated, grasping your hips. He lifts you up and sets you on the counter. With a firm, ungentle touch. “Get, on the counter.” With a gruff voice. Unaccustomed to this rough handling, you gasped.

Jungkook's eyes blazed with determination.

Jungkook's towering figure loomed over you, lips whispering against yours.

You tilted your head, closing your eyes, anticipating a kiss.

Instead, Jungkook grabs you by knees and spreads your legs.

Gasping, your eyes snapped open.

He's shamelessly looking at your core.

You should be embarrassed at how wet you've become. Jungkook hasn't even touched you yet.

Your body trembled. Heart pounding.

Jungkook's grip remained firm. His next move hung in the balance.

Jungkook's gaze locked onto your core, shamelessly drinking in the sight.

Your embarrassment was palpable. Wetness betrayed your arousal.

Jungkook's eyes sparkled with knowledge. He stepped between your thighs, biting his lip.

"Ooh, princess, what do I do with you?" he whispered.

Tilting your head, you looked up at his face confused.

But Jungkook doesn't let you process.

His hands slid up and down your thighs, kneading. He trails wet kisses down your neck and across your collarbone, living marks. Your breath hitched, head falling back as you surrendered to the sensations Jungkook was creating. Your confusion was lost in the sensation.

His veiny hands roamed over your body, exploring every inch, his fingers tracing the curve of your waist, caressing up and down your spine, he groped your butt making you let out a throaty moan. Holding both of your breasts, his fingers pinched your nipples, rolling them between his fingers. Making you whine.

Jungkook's mouth claimed your left breast.

Rough, urgent.

You whimper and shudder at his behaviour. Jungkook's being so rough, yet you're getting wetter. Jungkook nibbles on your nipple, teeth grazing, lips sucking. You moan, arching your back, as Jungkook's rough ministrations sends shivers down your spine.

Running his hands down your thighs, your knees, your calf, he holds your ankles and hoists both of your leg’s heels on the edge of the counter. Moving his hands back to your core he stops sucking at your nipple. Jungkook's gaze drops to your core, and he growls.

"So wet...without even touching you."

Humming he spreads your vertical lips with both of his thumbs. You bite your bottom lip looking up at him waiting for him anticipating what he would do next. Jungkook runs his tattooed pointer finger in between your lips. Moving towards your entrance he gathers your wetness and rubs it on your clit.

"Fuck," you cursed, closing eyes.

Your hand instinctively grasped his shoulder.

He gently holds your wrist and removes your hand from his shoulder pinning it on the counter.

"Kook...baby..." you whisper, unsure what's gotten into him.

He doesn't respond, he looks at you. His mouth moving to your right breast, sucking your nipple while running his finger back in your pussy lips. His finger danced within. Smearing wetness, on your clit. Teasing.

He is touching you but not touching you to get you off. Your pleasure built.

Jungkook released your nipple with a pop, covered with his saliva & red marks. With a satisfied hum, he stands straight and retracts his hand away from your core. Your whine was met with silence.

Pulling a drawer open from beside your left leg. He fishes out a red rope. Your eyes widen in excitement, core pulsing.

Jungkook's gaze lingered on your face then down to your heaving chest. Unlooping the rope, he wrapped it around your waist.

Ok! You are way too confused. He has not discussed anything about this to you prior, like he usually does. No warning. In fact he hasn’t talked much to you. And he had definitely never tied a rope around your waist. You thought he was gonna tie your hands or legs or something.

Jungkook’s silence and unexpected actions left you bewildered.

Deciding to voice your confusion "Koo—" you began.

His finger on your lips silenced you.

"Shuuu..."

A gentle shake of his head. Expressions unreadable.

"It’s daddy, princess," he whispered.

You gulped and bite your lips to keep your mouth shut.

Letting him continue, your mind raced.

Looping the rope under your thighs, crisscrossing your pubic area. Making you unable to put your legs down.

Each twist heightened your anticipation.

Once done, Jungkook nodded, satisfied.

You glanced down, curious.

Jungkook's finger lifted your chin.

"Eyes on me," he commanded.

Jungkook's gaze held yours, his hand disappearing into the drawer beside the first one and fishes something out, you cannot see it. Too scared to look away.

The sound of a plug being inserted heightened your anticipation.

He watches at you one last time, his eyes burning with intensity. Breathing shallow. You feel something cold & stiff touched inside of your thigh; making you gasp.

With a sly smirk jungkook glides the object up nearing your core.

You feel before you hear a hum of a vibrator pressed on your pussy lips, sending shivers all over.

Jungkook moves the vibrator in between your pussy lips drenching it in your wetness. He moves it to your entrance teasing you. You moan, eyes threatening to close. Jungkook teased your entrance, then positions the vibrator onto your clit.

"Fucckkk!" you cursed, head thrown back.

Jungkook holds you roughly by your jaw, forcing you to look directly at him.

Commanding "Keep your eyes on me," gritting his teeth.

Half-lidded, you obeyed.

Vibrator buzzing, lips parting. Your hips move on their own. Jungkook looks down where the vibrator is pressed seeing your essence flowing down your ass.

He curses, eyes snapping back to your face contoured in pleasure. Biting your bottom lip, you are looking at him with half lidded eyes. He knows your high is near. He knows your body like the back of his hand. As you get closer you move your hand to hold him by his shoulders.

He growls “Keep your hands off of me.”

Your eyes open with a shock because of his tone. He is angry. You doubt if you read him wrong. Is this your punishment? Did you do something? You try to think with your fuzzy brain.

Your thoughts are wiped off as he puts a tattooed finger in you. “Oh my god, daddy.” He growls with satisfaction hearing you moan.

His lips roam your body, teasing and sucking your nipples, kissing your neck.

You're lost in the sensations, your mind foggy.

"Daddy, please..." you beg, unsure what you're asking for.

He pulls back, eyes blazing with intensity.

"Please what, princess?" he asks, voice low and husky.

You swallow hard, unsure how to respond.

He pulls his finger out of you, his other hand still holding the vibrator on your clit. His fingers brush against your folds, and you shudder.

"Daddy!" you cry out.

Holding the bottom lip with his upper teeth, he pushes two fingers inside you with force, making you gasp and moan and arch your back at sudden intrusion. Your hips bucking against Jungkook’s hand.

"You're so tight...and wet."

His face so close to you. You can feel his breath on your cheeks.

"Tell me, princess...why did you play with yourself?"

His voice is laced with a hidden edge. Observing you closely.

You freeze, realization dawning. Your eyes widen in shock.

He knows!

Lifting his eyebrows he says “Oh, yes I know.” With smirk.

"Oh, No. Da.Daddy...I—"

"Don't lie to me," he interrupts, eyes narrowing.

"I saw the toy."

Your face burns with shame.

"I'll tell you...later..." you stammer.

Jungkook's expression darkens.

"Now," he demands.

His fingers continue their sensual assault. Thrusting his fingers in and out of you with speed. Your wetness making them glide smoothly. Vibrator circling on your clit.

You're torn between pleasure and guilt.

"Please...Daddy..." you plead, voice trembling with desperation.

He leans in, lips inches from yours.

"Tell me," he whispers, watching your reaction closely.

You couldn’t even look at him because of guilt, averting your eyes. Sensing you won’t be answering him, He brings the said fingers out of your core drenched in your essence eliciting a whimper from you and brings them towards his mouth sucking at them moaning around his fingers.

Your fall back on the wall unable to hold much longer, clutching the edge of the counter with your hands desperately, you buck your hips on vibrator and urge “Please, daddy.” Your voice breathless and needy. You didn't even have to complete a sentence and yet he understood what you wanted. Looking down at your pussy picking some more of your essence to lick, he curtly says 

“Not yet.” 

Your body trembles, yearning for sweet release.

Jungkook flips the vibrator upside down and nestling it with in the crisscross pattern he made on your pubic, with ropes. It sits precariously above your clit, barely touching it, yet making it buzz with pleasure. Giving you not enough but still keeping you on edge. You gasp and look down at what he just did. You cannot grasp what just happened. Looking up at jungkook you ask “Daddy?”

Jungkook just smirks at you. Stepping back he looks at you up and down. Admiring his handiwork. Playing with his lip piercing.

He again puts his hand in the same drawer and fish out a remote control and holds it beside his face with tattooed hand and makes a show off flicking his wrist by clicking a button and the vibration on your clit intensifies, making you hiss.

He stands in front of you, crossing his hand over his broad chest. Smirking, looking at you shamelessly, and licking his lips, happy with his work.

Leaving the edge of the counter your hand extends towards him “Daddy.”

He doesn't say anything, tonguing his cheeks Jungkook keeps looking at you, you bring that hand towards your waist. He is quick to tell you to ‘keep your hands on the counter.’ You keep your hand back on edge of the counter dejectedly.

Leaving you there on the counter panting and on edge Jungkook goes back to his work out to complete his set. 

Jungkook continues to change the vibrator's speed, alternating between high and low, while simultaneously working out and repeatedly grunting as he lifts weights, his sweat-glistened Greek God physique on full display.

When you move your hand even an inch closer to your core from the counter, he orders you to “Hands on the counter.” and continues his work out looking at you. Usually he would enjoy a good music while his workout, but today, he will be enjoying your moans and suffering while doing his workout.

And you sit there writhing, watching your gorgeous boyfriend repeatedly grunting out as he lifts his weights, and it was the sexiest thing you could’ve ever witnessed. 

The light glow of sweat on him didn’t help at all, not to mention the huffs and puffs and tempting way he bit down on his lip as he continued his reps. His grey sweatpants still weren’t man spread friendly, and you now gained an all-exclusive view.  

You were growing more desperate by the second, his biceps repeatedly flexing, arms decorated with veins and tattoos that attractively ran down his skin as he worked out his already broad sweaty bare chest, Fuck he looks so hot and it’s not helping you when you are not allowed to touch or cum. Unfulfilled desire vibrates through your veins. You mewl because of it.

Jungkook looks at you through the mirror & asks “What's wrong princess?” As if he didn't put you through this misery.

You beg him “Please daddy. Aaah please mmh. s.so.oh.rry.. please, l.let me cum. I am ss..so close.” He gets annoyed by your constant pleading.  Abandoning the weights Jungkook gets up and comes towards you. 

Your heart races with eager expectations, thinking, now you will get what you want. But confusion decorates your face when instead of coming towards you, jungkook walks past you to the last drawer of the counter, he opens a drawer and pulls out a ball gag. Your eyes go big and jaw drops as you gasp. With a smirk jungkook walks to you and taking advantage of your surprise puts a gag on your open mouth and clasps it behind your head.

He steps back and gives you a once over and warns with a stern face “Whine more and I will double your punishment.” Unknowingly your thighs close to squeeze and Jungkook roughly pulls them apart.

“Keep your legs open princess, let me see that greedy pussy, I like the view while exercising.”

Walking back Jungkook sits on a bench & starts exercising again. Later he glances over, he watches you resting your head back on a wall, eyes closed, breathing heavy. Your desperation palpable. He extracts a remote from his pocket and adjusts the setting. The sensation intensifies.

Your muffled cries grow urgent. Your body stains, pleading for release. You couldn't stop your right hand moving towards your pussy when you heard him roar,

“Don't you fucking dare touch that pussy without my permission again. You did it yesterday and when I asked you in the morning, if you did anything to make me angry, you lied to me.”

He gets up & comes to you. Smirking Jungkook’s voice drops an octave a dark gleam in his eyes “You thought you could keep it a secret, didn’t you? Well, now you’ll pay the price.”

Your eyes widen. Your body trembling now with fear and embarrassment. Eyes tearing up in shame.

Jungkook’s eyes softens looking at your state. He cradles your face with his left hand and softly asks

“Oh princess, you should have come to me if you were that needy. You know I am always up to pleasure you. Do you not trust me now?”

A hint of sadness flickered in his gaze, a glimmer of distress, exposed the depth of his feelings.

You shake your head in no. And try to say through the gag “No daddy, I do trust you. Please forgive me. ‘m sorry.”

Shaking his head sideways “Sorry won't do princess you have been a bad girl, so you have to take your punishment. Now be a good girl & let me finish my workout. Ok?”

You sob "Please daddy."

Jungkook clicks his tongue "Patience princess just a few more minutes. If you behave and take your punishment I will give you everything you want."

You nod with teary eyes. Jungkook pets your head and goes back. He takes the plates of weight and putts them on the rod. He then proceeds to put that rod on his waist keeping his back on the bench and feet on the floor. He starts doing bridges looking straight at you.

You can’t help but remember all the times he had fucked you like this on your couch. You moan involuntarily. Your pussy clenching on nothing. Jungkook smirks and continues huffing and moaning purposefully. He knows what he is doing to you. Squeezing your eyes shut you throw your head back. Your legs trembling with need to cum. Frustrated arousal simmers down on below the surface. You can't look at him. Otherwise you are sure you would cum. He’s too fucking hot!

He barks “How many times do I have to remind you to keep your eyes on me princess?”

You look back at him with eyes filled with lust. Fuck! you look so hot & fucked out already.

The way you are behaving makes Jungkook’s chest puff up with pride. Boosts his ego to know watching him is making you hornier. He is going to lose his mind. He wants to fuck you so bad, but he also has to teach you a lesson.

He gets on the floor & starts doing push-ups keeping eyes locked on you. Looking at your flushed face, messy hairs, your heaving chest, your nipples, your contracting stomach, your weeping pussy - clenching on nothing, trembling thighs. Hands clenching the edge of a counter. Toes curled in. Hearing your moans, your whimpers, the way your eyes have tears flowing down your cheeks from desperation to cum. Your lips drooling saliva. “Fuck” He curse under his breath. He puts one knee on the floor and moves his hips like he is thrusting in you.

You again moan. Your legs threatening to close. Mumbling something behind the gag. Hips moving desperately to get the feel of the vibrator more on your clit.

He chuckles and comes up to you again. You see his sweaty body and a bulge evident in his sweats. Proof that it's affecting him just as much as you. Unknowingly you spread your legs for him as he gets closer to you.

Your sobs echo with desperate desire. “Daddy, pleeease.”

Jungkook decreases the speed of vibrator to the lowest, he wipes your drool bellow your bottom lip with his thumb and sucks on it. You stare at his lips with hooded eyes.

“Did watching me workout make you drool princess?”

You get embarrassed but still nod, staring at his chest, unable to look in his eyes.

He keeps his thumb & forefinger on your chin making you look up “Words princess.”

“Yes daddy.”

“Hmmm? Did it make you wanna cum just by looking at daddy?”

You whimper, a breathy yes leaving your lips and ball gag.

“You do?”

You shake your head in yes and say “Yes. Please daddy.”

Jungkook mocks you pouting “But you look so pretty like this.”

Tears of frustration stream down your face. Sobbing you say “Pleasepleaseplease daddy, ‘m sorry. Pleaseee” Hiccupping “let me cum.”

“Hmmm?” tilting his head jungkook asks “What do you want princess? You wanna cum on this vibrator? Or you want daddy to play with you?”

Immediately you say “YOU! Want you daddy.”

With a playful smirk and teasing tone, feigning deafness and raised eyebrow jungkook tilted his head, ear inclined,

“Hmm? What was that? What do you want? Speak up princess.”

You try harder to talk through the gag “I want you daddy. Want you to play with me.”

“Hmmm. See it wasn't that hard to ask daddy to play with you, now, was it?”

You shake your head. Messy hair moving along. Looking down ashamed you apologise for the nth time tonight. “Sorry daddy.”

Jungkook again pinches your chin to make you look up.

“Hey, never be ashamed to ask me what you want, alright?”

You nod “Yes daddy.”

Jungkook clicks off the vibrator pulling it out of rope from over your clit and puts it on a counter. He then unties and discards the rope on the floor. And removes the gag. He cups your face & kisses you on the lips tenderly. But moves away too fast for your liking. Making you chase his mouth.

Keeping his palm on just below your waist, jungkook moves away giving you space and says “Hop” gesturing with eyes to the floor.

You groan when you stretch your legs, then jump but stumble. Jungkook catches you and leads you towards the bench he was working on by keeping a hand on your lower back. You walk on wobbling legs towards the bench.

He makes you lie on the bench and kisses your forehead and enquires “You good?” you nod.

He captures your lips in a heated kiss, you while softly rubbing your arms & thighs making you relax a bit. Breaking the kiss he straightens one side of the bench to make you sit up. He straddles you.

Tapping your lips he says “Open” and when you do, he holds your jaw open with his fingers and pushes his cock in your mouth, ordering you “Don't close.”

You didn't even realize when he removed his pants.

Panting he instructs “Tongue out.”

You obey eagerly looking up at him. His smell enveloped you, masculine and enticing. His warmth lingered on your tongue. His precum beckoned. A subtle tang of salt and skin. With fluttering eyes, you savoured the taste.

A deep exhale, eyes closed, Jungkook’s face contorted in pleasure. His pent-up desire of you, finally unleashed. A low rumbling growl escaped his lips, as he savoured the moment. His muscles unwound. His chest heaved, lungs filling with air and a contented sigh leaves his lips.

Jungkook’s eyes locked onto yours, he guides you with slow, deliberate strokes, allowing you to adjust. With gentle yet firm hands he cradles your face, as he moves with increasing intensity, you surrender, trusting his dominance. His strokes deepens in your throat, fucking your mouth as if you are nothing but a fleshlight.

He knows your limits, and you’ve explored them together. You can take it. He knows it, he has trained you to take him deep and rough like this. Holding your face with both hands, with the bench pressed on the back of your head, you have nowhere to go, but take whatever he is giving you. He is fucking your throat so rough you gag on him and can’t help but close your mouth.

He snarls and pulls your mouth open with his thumb “Keep it open.”

God you love it when he gets so rough with you. You are rubbing your thighs and clenching your pussy walls on nothing. You are sure you're getting wetter and wetter with each thrust of his hips. He keeps thrusting, hitting the back of your throat. Holding you by hair. Hissing he throws his head back enjoying the warmth of our mouth. When he looks down, a silent check-in, you are already looking up at him, trusting, eyes filled with tears. Some tears streaming down your cheeks. Chin and chest wet with your saliva.

Jungkook can't help but moan “Fuck Princess, looking so gorgeous with my cock in your mouth baby. Crying over it. Drooling for it. Fuck!”

Mh..m.. You moan around his girth, sending vibrations and a shiver down Jungkook’s spine, making him twitch inside your throat. You whine & gag on him swallowing him as a result and he grunts. He pushes all the way in your throat, and holds, your nose touching his pubic.

“Fuck princess.” His grip on your hair tightened, his body bending forward with pleasure. He almost came.

You hum around him intensifying his pleasure. Jungkook pulls out of you and again roughly enters your throat holding the back of your head says “That's it choke on it.” cursing. Repeating the action a few times. You are gagging and crying. He pulls out and bends down holding your jaw and kisses you roughly. Humming. You are panting for air when he lets go.

“So good for me.”

You cough and sniffle as Jungkook's hands slides from your jaw to your neck, towards your shoulder till your fingers, he entangles them and moves your hands above you making you hold the bench and instructs you “Hold on.”

He push down the bench making you squeal in surprise. You almost lie down but your head side slightly tilted so you can see him. All this still kissing you. He is so used to these benches, having spent so many hours here making that jaw dropping body, he doesn't even have to look at the bench to adjust it.

Jungkook cups your face with both hands tilting his head he sucks on your lips. His tongue swipes over yours and you open up to give him access, jungkook pushes his tongue in your mouth, exploring your mouth, dominating the kiss. Licking inside your mouth he plays with your tongue, and sucks on your tongue making you moan, body squirming with need.

Breaking the kiss jungkook descends kissing your jaw, your neck, kneading your breasts with both hands, sucking nipples, giving shocks to your core. Jungkook kneels down. Your legs naturally falling open on both side of bench, spreading.

Jungkook groans looking at your core “Fuck princess you are drenched. Sucking me off got you this wet? What a whore! Making such a mess. Don't worry daddy will clean you up.”

With a flat of his tongue, he licks your inner thighs, smeared by your essence, coming up he licks your labia moaning “mmmhhhh.. so sweat.”

Your body trembled with pleasure, breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. Jungkook avoids your clit thinking you must be sensitive. Licking around your entrance, he enters your core with his tongue. Pushing it inside he starts fucking you with it. Curving his tongue trying to reach the depth of your vagina. Your legs shake as you cry in pleasure. Humming he moves up to suck your pussy lips. You almost move your hands to hold his hairs. The intensity in jungkook’s eyes when he looks up at you while sucking your pussy lips, makes your hand stop midway.

He growls, plopping his lips off of your pussy lips “Keep your hands up. You don't deserve to touch me yet.”

Neglecting your whines, he continues licking inside your pussy lips, flicking his tongue on your clit making you hiss. The touch so light, but it still gave you shocks. Spreading your pussy lips with his tattooed fingers he flats his tongue and laps at your clit up n down. You curse holding the bench tighter. You cry closing your eyes throwing your head back. Your legs automatically closes around his head. You are sensitive but the urge to come wins over and you buck your hips up to get his touch more. The way you are moaning, you can't even recognize your own voice. Jungkook circles your opening with two fingers making you whimper.

You beg to feel them inside “Please.” He listens this time and slides his fingers in your core with speed so slowly you get impatient. You again buck your hips to get more pleading “More daddy, please.”

Hooking his finger inside he moves them in come hear motion while sucking on your clit, making your legs shake, sparks flying. You cried “Dadddyyyy”

“Cum.”

The dam bursts, resistance shattered. Curses tumble from your lips, Uninhibited, raw, and primal.

Your hips buck wildly, shameless abandon, seeking release.

Your stomach clenches, muscles contract, Body goes rigid, your back arching in ecstasy. Throwing your head back, you exposed your throat, tears stream down your eyes, a river of pleasure.

Intense sensation overwhelms you. Your climax explodes.

A shuddering, soul-deep release. Warm fluid gushes out of you, squirting, your essence splashes everywhere, Jungkook's face remains buried, drinking in your ecstasy.

His other hand grasp your hips, holding tight, helping you ride the wave.

Jungkook's eyes blaze with primal intensity, Growling, his desire unleashed. He comes up with a sharp inhale, his lips curl, teeth sinking in his bottom lip, Fingers plunge deeper, harder, and faster, at a furious rhythm. He drives you higher, relentlessly, prolonging your ecstasy.

You fall down on the bench Spent, entwined, and sated.

Whining you push at his hand. Jungkook stops as if he came out of trance, Jungkook's gaze locks onto yours, hunger burning in his eyes.

Eyes closed, you try to swallow. Breathing uneven. Still flinching and shaking with the aftershocks of your high. Whimpering.

Jungkook couldn’t help but think ‘Fuck! The things he wants to do to you.’

Still kneeling on the floor beside bench, Jungkook’s passion-saturated gaze lingers, allowing you a moment’s respite. His chest heaves, restraint evident, patience wearing thin, and his desire to feel you engulf him intensifying. He craves the warmth of your embrace to feel you envelop him, snugly. But he waits.

His erection pulses with urgency, throbbing veins, swollen with desire. He wraps his hand around the base, Fingers closing like a vice. A gentle squeeze at the base of his dick, his breath catches, a sharp inhale, as he struggles to contain his passion.

Your eyelids flutter open, gazing down at Jungkook's intense face. His eyes blaze with fervent desire, melting your heart, and stirring passion.

You moisten your lips, invitingly, hands reaching out, beckoning him closer. Your voice, husky and barely audible, calls out to him, longing to reconnect.

Jungkook springs upright, grasping your hand, supportive and gentle, yet electrified.

Fingers cradle your face, thumbs tracing. Concern etched on his features. "You okay?"

You nod, affirming your readiness,

"Can you take me?" he asks, seeking, confirmation of your consent.

"Yes, daddy," you whisper with a soft smile, conviction, yearning to surrender to his love.

"Wanna feel you so bad," you confess honestly, hearts beating faster.

Jungkook's eyes flash with excitement, face lights up with a radiant smile, warmth spreading, as he grasps under your knees. He pulls you in, gentle yet firm,

Unprepared for the sudden movement, your squeal of surprise echoes, delightfully making him laugh with you.

Jungkook seamlessly adjusts, hands push your thighs around him, commanding silently, your legs wrap around his waist, naturally. Locking ankles behind him, secure, Pulling you up by wrapping his hands around your waist, your bodies entwined.

With effortless strength, he turns, cradling you, protective and caring. Gently, he lowers you to the matted floor,

You lie there, surrounded by his presence, anticipating the intimacy to come.

Jungkook's eyes never leave yours, connection palpable, love shining bright.

Jungkook's hardness presses against your core in his heist making you both hiss and moan.

Your hands grasp his shoulders, anchoring yourself.

Jungkook's hand envelops both of yours, pinning them above your head with one hand, a gentle restraint.

You pout, playfully in resistance.

Jungkook's smile, a sly, sensual reply.

“Bite my arm, if its too much, because I’m not gonna hold back.” Jungkook drops as he whispers against your ear. His warning sends shivers down your spine. With a deep breath, you nod, granting permission.

Going between your bodies he guides his length, teasing your entrance, rubbing it in your essence making you moan.

Jungkook's gaze locks onto yours, burning. Baring his teeth, with one swift motion, he plunges, halfway in, stretching you.

Your head tilts back, lost in sensation.

He withdraws, then drives deeper, fully sheathed into your core.

Jungkook growls, a primal, pleased sound of finally being inside you. Your warm, wet walls envelop him, a haven of bliss, finally he stakes his loving claim.

“Fuck daddy”

Jungkook hums “I know baby.”

Jungkook grants you a brief moment, allowing your body to adjust.

Slowly, he begins circling his hips, stretching you.

Your moans escalate, hips bucking upward, craving more.

Jungkook's gaze holds yours, intense focus, witnessing your pleasure, fuelling his own.

He pulls back, then thrusts again, watching your face contort in delight.

Repeatedly, he drives into you, building rhythm, his speed increases and intensity of his stokes grows.

Your cries, music to his ears.

With each stroke, your pleasurable cries and moans grows. Each thrust sending waves of pleasure though both of you.

Jungkook's eyes burn brighter, desire raging, your pleasure, his ultimate goal.

Every thrust, bringing you closer to your sensual bliss.

"Mhhhmmm... Feel me inside you, baby?"

Jungkook's husky voice resonates, vibrations sending shivers down your spine.

"You feel how deep I am? How good I stretch you?" he grinds his hips on you to emphasis.

His words weave a spell of sensual delight, heightening your sense and pleasure.

"God! Yes, daddy. You feel so good. So big." Your nails dig into your palm wanting to feel him.

Your whispered confession ignites Jungkook's passion. Tattooed fingers encircle your neck, gentle yet firm, possessive and sweet. 

His thrusts intensify, deep and unrelenting, unhinged passion unfolding, primal and free. Your hips meeting each thrust with increasing urgency.

“Harder daddy” you gasp.

Jungkook obligated, increasing his pace, his movements becoming more urgent and desperate.

As you felt the pleasure built, your muscles clench around his cock, groans escape Jungkook’s lips, a guttural sound.

You turn your face into your arm hiding, trying to muffle your moans.

"Why hide this from me?" he growls,

Resentment simmering, emotions raw, longing to hear you.

"Look at me," he demands, urgent, eyes locking.

"Let me see your pleasure," he whispers, hungrily devouring each expression.

Your release nears.

Jungkook senses, by your clenching muscles, escalating cries, mouth open, legs lock around him tighter, drawing him deeper, your face contorts in ecstasy.

Suddenly memories intrude his mind, unbidden and vivid, you, self-pleasuring secretly. Hiding from him.

Jungkook's anger reignites, possessiveness and jealousy fuels his actions, pulling out, Jungkook grasps your arm, pulling you up. With authority and dominance in his movements, he guides you to the bench, now his seat,

"Straddle me," he commands, low and husky,

Eyes burning with intensity and desire.

You obey, legs parting, you settle around him,

He holds his cock, offering it to you, invitation to reclaim lost intimacy.

Holding you by the side of your hips "Ride me," he growls, urgency in his voice, to hurry your slow imbalanced movements. Longing to reconnect.

You sit on his cock, feeling it stretch your walls again, you move your hips, resuming previous rhythm,

Jungkook's passion intensifies, guiding your movements, helping you bounce on his cock.

His hands travels up to your jiggling breasts kneading the flesh with both hands, his fingers pinch your nipples, he moves forward to take one in his mouth to suck on it moaning around it. He fucking loves your tits and he loves the fact that you have such sensitive nipples.

You mule by the sensations. “Please daddy, want more.”

Looking up at your face he slaps your ass “Show me.” He commands.

You look down. Before you could speak, he continues “Show me how you made yourself cum yesterday.”

You confess, "I can't, daddy, please help." Grinding on him, trying to reach your high.

His frustration grows, “Why? You were able to do it yesterday! You didn't need my help then, Right? So I won't help you now. Now, prove it," he challenges, his anger simmering. “Common show me how you made that slutty cunt cum.” he demands, testing your limits.

You shake your head, tears welling, "No, daddy, I didn't." your hips slow down, you didn’t realise.

Jungkook's face darkens, slapping your ass, he hisses, "Don't you fucking lie to me, Y/N."

He recalls the evidence, his voice stern, "I saw signs of your pleasure. I smelled your cum on that toy. You think I don’t know how your pussy smells?”

His vulgar language sends a surge of heat to your face with embarrassment turning your flushed cheeks crimson.

You explain, trembling, "No daddy, I promise, I didn’t cum. I was interrupted by a work call."

Jungkook's anger simmers, "But you were on the brink, weren't you?"

Your silence confirms his suspicions.

He holds you by your cheeks with his fingers firmly, making your lips form a pout, his eyes commanding, “Common now, don't waste my time. Show me, how you dared to pleasure yourself without my permission.” His gaze pierces, accusation sharp.

His voice cracks with displeasure. “Or you want me to bring you that toy? Since my cock is not enough to pleasure you. My love wasn’t enough? You needed more?” Jungkook asks shaking his head, anger and hurt mix in his tone.

Your hips completely halts, realising the depth of his hurt. Tears well up in your eyes as you shake your head, "No, daddy, want only you, please."

You reach to hold his face in your small hands gently, trying to kiss him, seeking forgiveness and show him how much you need him. Only him.

Jungkook's sudden grip on your hair halts you, pulling you back by them, cranning your neck, guiding your hands away with his other hand. His face hardens, voice firm, “You should have thought about it before touching this pussy without my permission. If you want me to forgive you then make yourself cum on my cock.” he advises, holding your both hands behind you. His furious eyes locked on yours. “You wanna be my cumslut so bad?  Prove it.” 

You tremble, desire and longing evident.

Jungkook waits, tonguing his cheeks, he just seats their waiting for you. His patience a silent prompt.

Your legs quiver, you have been jumping on his cock for so long already.

The air thickens with anticipation. You adjust your position, seeking optimal connection.

Aligning your body with Jungkook's, adjusting yourself so that his cock would rub against your G-spot and your clit would rub against his pelvic, sparking electric sensations all over your body.

You start grinding your hips against him, moving your hips in forward and back in circular motion, tightening your inner walls against him. Your breast sway and your nipples rub against his chest. Puffs of your breathing fanning on his face. Your messy hair swaying sensually with your movements, tickling his arms. Your cries of pleasure fuelling his desire to fuck you. Gritting his teeth, he resists the urge to move.

To prove yourself, you will do anything. You need only him, nothing else matters.

You push yourself against the pain in your legs, fucking him in fervent, chasing after your release.

Your thighs tremble, moans escalating, inner walls tightening, you still keep your half lidded gaze on him not wanting to upset him anymore.

He recognizes the signs, "You're close, baby."

"Let go," he encourages, "Cum on my cock."

Your pleasure builds, you moans increasing with each thrust of your hips.

Jungkook promises, "Once you cum, I'll show you."

"What you've been missing by playing with that cunt alone by yourself." he whispers into your ear, “I’ll teach you to crave only me.”

Your body shuddered. His promise ignites a flame within. Your heart races, anticipating the unknown. The tension builds, and your body responds. The band snaps, releasing a torrent of pleasure. For the second time tonight, you surrender to ecstasy.

Screaming you cum around his cock, moaning his name, your voice raw and filled with ecstasy. Your essence pooling at his base, flowing down on his balls. Your head falls on his shoulders.

Jungkook’s eyes darkens with desire, he lets go of your hands, grabbing you by your hips, pulling you even closer, deeper, unable to hold back any longer, he thrusts up fucking into you, sending sparks of pleasure through you, helping you ride your high. Cursing at the feeling of your wetness, your pussy walls clenching around him in a vice grip. Jungkook’s body tenses, his muscles staining as he battles to hold back his release. Every fibre of his being screams for surrender, yet, he delays his pleasure, savouring the moment.

As the wave of ecstasy subside, jungkook envelops you in a gentle embrace, lovingly holding you close to him. Your limp body relaxes into his warmth.

“Good girl.” He whispers, his voice dripping with affection. “Such a good girl. My pretty pretty baby.” brushing your hair back.

His lips graze your face, neck and shoulder, leaving trails of tender kisses. His hands cradle your back, and soothing your trembling thighs.

“You did so well baby.” He murmurs.

As Jungkook's praise fades, desire consumes him, his eyes burn with renewed need. His touch ignites a fire within. “Now,” he growls, “I need you.” With a swift motion, sweeps you up by the hips, lifting you effortlessly. Your squeal of surprise fills the air as he sets you down on the matted floor.

He flips you onto your stomach, his hands guiding your hips. Your face presses against the floor, his weight pinning you down.

A sharp slap on your ass makes you gasp. "Fuck! This ass" Jungkook growls, his voice husky with desire.

Another spank follows, sending shivers through your body.

In one swift motion, he pushes into you, filling you completely. Setting a furious pace. You cried out, body arched, the intensity takes your breath away.

Jungkook claims you, his passion unleashes unrestrained, wild and untamed. He holds your hips in the air, grip possessive and strong. His movements deep and steady, hitting your sweet spot with every thrust. Your body yields to his primal desire. Each thrust ignites a fire within.

His caresses turn more insistent, demanding. His grip on your hips tightens, surely leaving marks. Jungkook's thrusts send ripples through your ass cheeks, driving him wild. His balls slapping against your clit with each snap of his hips, making you wetter, and cry in pleasure. You were completely at his mercy, every nerve ending alight with pleasure and overwhelming bliss.

He throws his head back, eyes locked on the mirrored wall.

The reflection reveals your entwined figures, lost in passion.

"Look," he growls, grasping your hair, pulling you up.

His gaze burns into yours. "See how good I make you feel?"

Your eyes meet in the mirror, the connection electric.

His hand claims your neck, possessive yet gentle, pulling you back.

Your body surrenders, your back arcs, as it meets his chest. Head resting on his shoulder.

His tattooed hand trails down, His fingers dance across your skin, seeking sensitive spots. Electric sparks fly where his touch meets your skin. He dips  ring and middle fingers in between your legs, between your pussy lips, feeling your wetness, he drags them up onto your clit.

His touch sends shivers through your body.

Jungkook senses your impending climax and asks,

“Does your toy makes you feel like this?” thrusting hard he continues,

“Can your toy make you cum hard like I do?”

Jungkook's breath caresses your ear, sending shivers. Your senses ignite, nerve endings tingling.

You try to shake your head, struggling to speak through his grip on your neck.

"N-no...only you, Daddy," you whisper.

Jungkook’s growl deepened, his thrusts growing even more fervent. "That's right, baby. Only me." He hissed

His voice is low, husky, and full of emotion.

"Only I can make you feel this way."

“Only I get to pleasure you like this.”

Jungkook’s voice was a deep rumble, eyes blazing with intensity, His touch possessive.

"Your pleasure is mine," Jungkook growls, his movements intensifying.

“You're mine, completely. Mine alone," Jungkook rasped.

“Your pleasure belongs to me. You're mine, body and soul.” Voice rough and possessive.

Your senses soar, body trembling, on fire.

His possessiveness ignites your passion.

"Yess, Fuck! Yes Daddy," your voice breaking with need,

Jungkook's intensity ignites, fuelled by your response.

“Fuck” Jungkook curses, his hips moving at an animalistic pace. His hold on your neck tightening, his fingers moving in fast circles on your clit, his mouth moved to your neck, your shoulder, your back, sucking and biting until the skin was filled with his marks.

You scream “Daddy, gonna cum.” Seeking permission.

"Hold it" he whispers, his eyes locked on yours.

You cry out, nails digging into his arms.

Your body yearns for release. Your only coherent thought the overwhelming desire.

"Please, Please, Please Daddyyy," you beg, eyes squeezed shut, tears streaming down your cheeks.

Jungkook's grip on your neck tightens, his fingers pressing into your skin, the room is filled with the sounds of your joined pleasure-moans, skin slapping on skin, gasps and the slick sounds of your pussy. Jungkook pounds into you with a relentless, almost feral intensity.

Shaking you he growls, "Open your eyes," his breath hot against your ear. "Look how I make you cum around me."

You comply, gasping, your lids fluttering open.

In the mirror, your reflection reveals flushed skin and parted lips, face twisted in pleasure, his hand on your neck, other in between your legs, your body covered in marks given by him, his intense, lustful gaze on you. It’s too much, everything is too much. You feel him everywhere.

"Oh my God" you wail, awestruck.

Jungkook's smirk reflects in the mirror, his eyes burning with desire. His thrusts hard and relentless, driven by the primal urge.

Jungkook squeezes his fingers around your neck tighter making it hard for you to breath, increasing your pleasure. Your walls clench on him, you teeter on the edge of your high. Jungkook thrusts become almost frantic, his body driven by urge to cum.

Your vision blurs and darkens, eyes almost going cross.

"Cum," he growls with low voice, his urgency palpable. "Cum with me."

Your eyes lock on him, the connection electric.

Your back arches, head tilting, your nails digging into his arms, mouth going slack, as waves of pleasure crash over you.

Your body trembles, shudders, surrendering to the storm. Jungkook's passion fuels yours, you lose control, Lost in the torrent of pleasure. White light exploding behind your closed eyes.

Jungkook's grip eases, intensifying your climax.

You cries of pleasure grow louder, voice croaked because of the intensity of euphoria. Your body trembles, barely holding on.

Together, you both reach the pinnacle.

Jungkook's body shudders, his muscles tensing, his thrusts become more erratic, each one deeper and more forceful than the last, with final powerful thrust Jungkook roared releasing his seed filling your insides with warmth, his cock vibrates inside you, painting your wall white.

You follow him over the edge, squeezing tight. Your walls clench, milking every drop of Jungkook’s seed. Your release streaming down on the floor.

Blacking out you collapse, overwhelmed by the intensity of sensations crashing over you.

Jungkook swiftly wraps his arms around your waist, supporting you.

He gently turns you both onto your sides, lowering himself to the floor.

As Jungkook’s breathing slows, he gently withdraws, and your shared release follows making him groan at the sight.

Jungkook's arms envelop you, holding you close. His chest pressed against your back, holding you snug. Your bodies tremble, breathing shallow, entwined in ecstasy. His cock still deep buried in you, he showers your neck with tender kisses.

Praising you, saying sweet nothings in your ear, caressing your body, his touch soothing and gentle helping you ease through the aftershocks of your intense pleasure, professing his love for you. Safe in his arms.

He gazes at you, his eyes filled with Love and adoration.

You drift, lost in a haze of bliss.

Vaguely, you recall:

Jungkook scooping you up, cradling you bridal-style.

A warm bathroom, gentle cleansing, fragile sensations, soothing touches & kisses, sweet praises.

Next, you're nestled in bed, surrounded by comfort. Jungkook's arms envelop you, a haven of warmth. Jungkook's chest cradles your face, holding you close, his heartbeat soothing. Your heartbeat synchronizes with his, a soothing rhythm.

Soft kisses rain down.

"I love you," he whispers, reverence in his tone.

"You're amazing, baby. So good to me."

His words weave a tapestry of devotion.

Together, you both surrender to sleep's sweet embrace.

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