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˶° Summary: After a chance encounter at a party where sparks flew between you and Jungkook, you see him again—this time amid the adrenaline rush of illegal street racing. One risky race, a chase with the cops, and a night on the beach turn the tension between you into a passion you can't escape.

˶° Couple: Jeon Jungkook x The Reader, Jungkook x Y/N

˶° Age restrictions: 18+

˶° Size: one shot (9k+ words)

˶° Tags: strangers to lovers, dom!jungkook, sub!reader, racing au, illegal street racing, adrenaline rush, police chase, bad boy jungkook, tattooed jungkook, party vibes, sexual tension, smoking, angst with smut, slow burn to passion, car sex, risky romance, forbidden desire, pusan nights, toxic chemistry, nsfw, smut, explicit content, rough sex, fingering, oral sex, car sex, semi public sex, protected sex, dirty talk, teasing, sexual tension, body worship, size kink, overstimulation, passionate sex, biting and marking

˶° From author: If you're wondering what inspired me to write this story, read the end of the post 👇🏻 But I have to say here that this is a GIFT for you, my dear ones, in honor of Jungkook's birthday ❤️‍🔥🎂🎉

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˶° Warning: This story contains explicit scenes of a sexual nature, descriptions of physical intimacy, use of profanity, and themes that may be uncomfortable for some readers. Recommended for readers aged 18+. The story focuses on sexual tension, provocations, and romantic interactions that may evoke strong emotions. Since English is not my native language, some sentences may have unusual constructions or grammatical inaccuracies. Thank you for your understandin!g!

The evening was supposed to end peacefully. You and your friend wanted to relax after a hard week. The club was pulsing with electronic music, the lights were flashing to the beat of the bass, and the cocktail in your hand was slowly melting, leaving a barely noticeable bitterness on your tongue. It was around three o'clock when you decided to go home.

"Taehyung is on his way," your friend, Hannah, smiled as she received a message. "He says he'll be here in five minutes."

"Oh, finally. I can't feel my legs anymore," you grimaced, leaning toward her.

"Let's go wait for him outside," Hannah said.

It was warm outside. And after the stuffy club, being out in the open air was bliss. You were wearing a black top with bows on the shoulders that exposed your collarbones and black loose pants with white stripes and buttons down the sides that flared slightly at the bottom, exposing your knees and thighs with every step. Your hair was loose, with only a few strands gathered in a small hair clip to keep them from falling on your face. The white sneakers on your feet were your salvation, and you were glad you wore them because they saved your feet.

You and your friend walked away from the club entrance, and at that very moment, a black Tesla Model Y pulled up. Behind the wheel was Taehyung, Hannah's boyfriend. He was tall, with messy hair and a habit of playfully biting his lower lip when he was excited about something. And right now, it seemed he was.

You got into the car. You greeted Taehyung cheerfully and settled comfortably in the back seat, dreaming of taking a bath and going to bed. Hannah kissed Taehyung on the lips, and you tried not to look. You always felt awkward at moments like this. You unlocked your phone and went on Instagram to check who had viewed your stories.

"Well, are you ready for adventure?" you heard Taehyung's voice as he pulled away.

You looked up and saw the guy's profile, a smile playing on his lips.

"I thought you were taking us home," you said, a little tensely. Hannah turned sharply to you, looking over her seat with a broad smile.

"That was the plan at first," Taehyung laughed. "But on the way to your place, Jungkook called me. He said there's going to be a cool race."

"A race?" There was alarm in your voice.

"Yes! And not just a race, but the season finale. In the industrial zone, as usual!" Taehyung clarified.

"But it's an illegal race. If the police are there and I get caught, I'll get a reprimand at work. And that's if I'm lucky..." you muttered, trying to convince your friends not to take you there.

"You're exaggerating," Hannah waved her hand. "The police don't care about races at three in the morning in an industrial area. And Jungkook will be happy to see you again, I’m sure," she encouraged you, but you barely managed to keep from grimacing. Because in reality, there was something unresolved between you and Jungkook.

Jungkook was a guy you met a few weeks ago at a party. It was one of those parties you were persuaded to go to literally an hour before it started. Jungkook was Taehyung's friend. You remember how he appeared out of nowhere. You first noticed him because of the way he moved through the crowd — confidently, but with a natural ease, as if he didn't care who was looking at him.

Dark hair, slightly tousled, tattoos peeking out from under the sleeves of his black T-shirt, and that seemingly indifferent gaze, but with a spark of playfulness. Taehyung introduced you to each other, and you immediately felt your heart beat faster when Jungkook smiled, revealing dimples on his cheeks.

The party continued, and when you got a little tired of the noise and dancing, you found a place in the kitchen where there were the fewest people. Jungkook came in a few minutes later, supposedly to get a drink. He sat down next to you and you started talking. At first, it was casual banter about the music being too loud and how Hannah and Taehyung had already put on a mini-show on the dance floor.

Your conversation flowed easily as he talked about his car, how he loved speed and the feeling of freedom when racing down the night roads. You listened, but mostly looked at him — at his profile, at how he slightly narrowed his eyes when he laughed, at how his lips touched the beer can, at how his tongue quickly and deftly picked up every drop of the drink.

He sat close, his knee almost touching yours, his eyes lingering on you longer than a normal conversation required. And you couldn't help but feel a sense of confidence that a man like Jungkook had noticed you. He was incredibly attractive, and the longer you were in his company, the more you wanted to stay.

At one point, the kitchen became crowded and noisy. As you watched several guys trying to clear space on the kitchen table to arm wrestle, you felt hot breath on your ear and heard his low voice:

"Let's go outside and get some fresh air."

Because of the surprise, you turned your head too sharply and almost bumped into his lips. He lingered on your lips, then took your hand and led you through the noisy crowd that was already watching the fight.

Once outside, Jungkook let go of your hand and lit a cigarette. He took a long, deep drag. The cigarette smoke left his lips in a thick veil that quickly dissolved into the air. Jungkook looked at you, and you couldn't hold his gaze for long. You quickly looked away, hearing his voice somewhere to the side.

"Do you mind if I smoke?" His voice sounded calm, almost playful.

"You're already smoking. Will you put it out if I say I don't want you to?" you replied, glancing over your shoulder. He took another drag and followed you, waving the smoke away so it wouldn't touch you.

"If you say you don't want me to, I'll throw it away," he replied. You stopped and turned around. Jungkook was only half a step away from you. You tilted your head back, only now realizing how tall and broad he was. It seemed as if he filled the entire space. Jungkook looked at you, and you saw a spark in his eyes.

"I don't want you to. Don't smoke," you said deliberately, to see if he would keep his word.

He smiled — first with the corner of his lips, then more broadly, as if he really liked your boldness. After pausing for a few seconds, he threw the cigarette at his feet and crushed it with his shoe. You watched his movements, and when you looked up again, you found yourself captivated by his gaze.

You looked at each other, and the idea of kissing him was imposed on your mind. You smelled his perfume, which had a narcotic effect on you, mixed with the slight taste of tobacco that still lingered in the air.

Jungkook was standing so close that you could feel the warmth of his body, and it made your heart beat faster. His gaze was magnetic, as if he could see right through you, and you couldn't look away, even though somewhere inside you felt a slight fear of where this might lead.

"Well, you really made me quit smoking," he said with a slight smile, but there was a note of surprise in his voice, as if he himself did not expect to obey your words. He stepped even closer, and now there were only a few inches between you. You felt his fingers lightly touch your wrist, as if checking whether you would let him. You didn't pull your hand away. "But I could use one to ease my nerves," his voice became quieter, deeper, and you felt goosebumps run down your skin.

You wanted to say something witty, but the words stuck in your throat. Instead, you just smiled slightly, holding his gaze.

"Easy your nerves?" you smiled, feeling the alcohol and his closeness breaking down all your barriers.

"You know, I've been trying all evening to figure out how to be alone with you," he whispered, and those words made your insides tighten.

You didn't have time to answer because in the next moment his lips touched yours — at first cautiously, as if he was giving you a chance to back away. But you didn't back away. You responded to the kiss, and it immediately became deeper, more insistent. His hand slid to your waist, and then his fingers slipped slightly under the edge of your top, touching your skin. The touch was like an electric shock, and you felt your knees buckle slightly.

You stood under the house, in the shadows, where the light from the street lamps barely reached. His kiss was confident but not rough, and you lost track of time, immersing yourself in the moment. But suddenly you heard voices—loud laughter and footsteps. Two girls came out of the house, one of them shouting when she saw Jungkook. She said that everyone wanted him to take part in an arm wrestling match.

Jungkook stepped away, glancing at them quickly, and you felt the moment slip away. The girls were drunk, and one of them approached you, paying no attention to you, and literally took him away from you. The girl who took Jungkook dragged him by the arm toward the house, laughing loudly and shouting something about how he "had to beat everyone" in arm wrestling.

He glanced back at you over his shoulder, his eyes still sparkling, but he let himself be led away, reluctantly but without much resistance. Jungkook went into the house, and you stayed outside, still a little excited from the feeling of his palm under your top.

You could have gone back into the house, found Hannah, or just joined in the buzz of the party, but your feet seemed to be glued to the ground. You stood there, staring at the door through which Jungkook had just disappeared, wondering if you should follow him. But something held you back — maybe pride, or maybe the fear that he would no longer pay attention to you once he returned to the noisy crowd. You sighed and sat down on the curb, taking out your phone to distract yourself. Instagram stories, messages from Hannah ("Where are you? I'm in the kitchen, come on over!"), but all you could think about was him.

A few minutes later, the door opened again, and you involuntarily looked up, hoping it was Jungkook. But it was just another group of guests who had come out to smoke and were discussing something loudly.

You looked away, feeling your mood slowly sinking. Jungkook never came back to you. You waited a little longer, but finally decided not to chase after him. You returned to the house, found Hana, who was already a little drunk and dancing with Taehyung, and just spent the rest of the evening trying not to think about what had happened.

When the evening was over, you said goodbye to Jungkook with just a quick glance. He was standing with a group of guys, holding a bottle of beer in his hand, and just nodded slightly to you with the same cheeky smile. You didn't know why he didn't come over, ask for your number, or say anything else. Maybe for him it was just a moment, one of many that he easily lets go. But you couldn't shake the feeling that your kiss with him had affected you much more deeply than you wanted to admit.

But his words, "I wanted to be alone with you," now sounded like a cheap trick to lower your guard. Who knows what would have happened if that girl hadn't come out to pick up Jungkook? Was there something more between you?

Now, sitting in Taehyung's car on the way to the race, you felt those memories come back with renewed force. Hana kept chattering about how cool it would be to see Jungkook behind the wheel and what a first-class driver he was, while Taehyung joked that he would "put on a show again."

You remained silent, staring out the window at the flashing lights of the city at night. You weren't sure if you were ready to see him again, or if you were ready for him to act as if nothing had happened between you. But no one knew about you, and you had to pretend that you would be interested in the races.

Taehyung's car stopped on the outskirts of an industrial area, where a crowd was already buzzing. The industrial area in Busan was the perfect place for such illegal races: wide asphalt roads, empty warehouses, and no prying eyes. Summer in Busan was hot, and even at night the air remained warm, with a slight hint of the sea.

Taehyung parked, and you and Hannah got out of the car. Music from portable speakers mixed with the roar of engines and the shouts of people. Taehyung led you to a group of guys standing near the improvised "organizers' area" — a few folding chairs and a table with drinks.

He approached each of them and shook their hands, leaning his shoulder against them.

"Hey guys, you remember Y/N, right?" Taehyung shouted so he could be heard better. He quickly introduced you to everyone present because, unlike these guys who recognized you (you couldn't know why), you didn't remember almost any of them. Apparently, they were at the party, the same one where you met Jungkook.

The guys greeted you, each in their own way: Namjoon with a confident smile, Hoseok with a friendly nod, Yoongi raised his eyebrow slightly and greeted you in an indifferent tone, Jimin winked cheerfully, and Jin bowed theatrically, making everyone laugh. You noticed that they looked relaxed and cheerful, and it was captivating.

You felt a strange excitement inside, waiting for the one man you couldn't find in the crowd. Suddenly, the crowd erupted in cheers, and you turned your head toward the road. A Mercedes-AMG GT R roared to the finish line, followed by a BMW and an Audi.

The cars stopped, and the crowd began to chant:

"JK! JK!"

Your heart skipped a beat, and you immediately realized that Jungkook was behind the wheel of the Mercedes. He got out of the car, and you couldn't take your eyes off him. He was wearing a black sleeveless T-shirt that hugged his broad shoulders and highlighted the tattoo on his arm. Dark, worn jeans sat low on his hips, and black sneakers completed the look. His hair was slightly tousled, and he looked as attractive as ever, you would even say perfect. His face was lit up with the cheeky smile you remembered from the party.

Jungkook approached the crowd, where he was immediately surrounded, greeted, and patted on the back. His eyes scanned the crowd, and suddenly he stopped when he saw you. His smile softened, becoming almost intimate. His eyebrows rose slightly. He was pleasantly surprised to see you here.

When the crowd finally let Jungkook go, he approached his friends, where you were standing next to Hannah, who was in Taehyung's arms. Jungkook hugged each of his friends, accepting their greetings, and then his eyes met yours again.

"Hi," he said softly, as if you hadn't seen each other in weeks, but had just been talking.

"Hi," you replied, feeling a rush of heat wash over your body, and barely managed to respond.

From further conversations and actions, you realized that it was Jimin who had organized the whole event. A moment later, he was on an improvised stage made of folding chairs, raising his hand to call everyone to silence. His energy ignited the crowd, and even in the chaos of shouting and music, he easily commanded attention.

"All right, listen up! It's time for the final race!" he proclaimed, and the crowd erupted in cheers. "Me, Jungkook, and Jin! And, as always, according to tradition, everyone takes a passenger!"

You heard the crowd cheer with shouts, applause, and whistles. You also started clapping along with everyone else, not noticing that Jungkook was right behind you.

Jimin explained that the tradition of taking a passenger began as a joke a few years ago when one of the racers took a friend with him to "show off" his skills. Over time, it became a ritual: the passenger adds weight to the car, making the race more difficult, but at the same time it's a way to show what you're capable of when the stakes are high.

"It's like a dance with risk," Jimin added with a smile, and the crowd roared again. He climbed down from the stool and pointed at Taehyung. "You're with me, bro!" Taehyung laughed and slapped him on the shoulder, and Hannah clapped her hands happily.

Jin, standing nearby, put his arm around his girlfriend's waist and declared:

"I'll take my queen." She rolled her eyes but smiled, clearly accustomed to his theatricality. All eyes turned to Jungkook, and only when you saw everyone looking behind you did you realize that he had been standing there the whole time.

"Who will you take for the final chord, buddy?" Jimin asked, still hugging Taehyung.

Jungkook glanced at you. You looked away for a moment, confused, but he looked straight ahead, and everyone around understood who Jungkook's passenger would be.

"Will you ride with me?" he asked with a playful smile, and you almost fainted. Take part in the race? With Jungkook? Be alone with him in a cramped car? You unconsciously took a step aside, shaking your head in denial.

"I... no... I won't go. I'm afraid of speed," you muttered, feeling a wave of heat run down your back.

Standing nearby, Taehyung laughed:

"Jungkook is more skilled at speed than a bus driver at 70 km/h. You're in safe hands!"

Jungkook just smiled, tilting his head slightly.

"If you're afraid, you don't have to go. I'm not forcing you," he added, but in his eyes you saw a challenge mixed with something warm, almost tender.

Hannah, who was standing next to you, suddenly nudged you with her elbow and whispered,

"Are you serious? Don't refuse, he wants you. This is your chance to charm him," she winked, and you felt your resistance weakening. You looked at Jungkook, at his calm confidence, and nodded. It was a chance, and you had to take it.

You approached the Mercedes-AMG GT R, feeling your heart pound. Jungkook opened the passenger door, letting you go first. You sat down, smelling the leather interior and the light scent of his perfume.

Next to Jungkook's Mercedes was Jimin's Audi, where he and Taehyung sat, and on the other side was Jin's Mustang, where he was already sitting with his girlfriend.

Jungkook got behind the wheel. You looked around the interior awkwardly, expecting something completely crazy. Jungkook adjusted everything around him to make it as comfortable as possible, checking the dashboard, mirrors, steering wheel, and seats.

He started the engine, and then you suddenly felt him lean toward you. His hand slid to the seat belt. His face was so close that you felt the warmth of his breath on your cheek.

"It's safer this way," he said quietly, and his fingers lightly touched your shoulder, causing a tremor inside you. You glanced at him, trying to hide how much his closeness embarrassed you.

Suddenly, a loudspeaker in the crowd shouted:

"Cops! They'll be here in a couple of minutes, get out of here!"

The crowd scrambled, cars began to drive away, and Jungkook cursed under his breath. He gripped the steering wheel and said,

"Hold on tight," and the Mercedes roared away with such a roar that you clung to your seat, feeling adrenaline rush through your veins.

He raced through the industrial zone, maneuvering between other cars with incredible precision. Police sirens blared somewhere behind you, but Jungkook remained calm, his hands firmly on the wheel, his gaze focused. You were scared, but you couldn't help but admire his skill — every turn was smooth, every movement deliberate. You felt fear mixed with a strange sense of trust in him.

Jungkook drove out of the industrial zone and headed for the Busan waterfront. The sirens grew quieter but could still be heard in the distance. He slammed on the brakes near the beach. Jungkook unbuckled his seatbelt and said to you,

"Quick, follow me!" he commanded. With trembling hands, you unbuckled your seatbelt and ran after him, feeling your heart pounding with adrenaline and panic.

In an instant, he grabbed your hand and you ran together along the beach toward the ocean. Jungkook stopped at the shore and turned to you.

"Take your clothes off," he said, already pulling off his T-shirt and jeans, leaving only his boxers on. You froze.

"What? Why?" Your voice trembled with cold and confusion.

"The police will be looking for whoever ran away from the race. If we're in the water in our underwear, they'll think we're just a couple on the beach," he explained, throwing his clothes into the sand. He buried the car keys underneath them.

You heard sirens getting closer and, without hesitation, quickly pulled off your top and pants, leaving you in your black underwear. Jungkook grabbed your hand and pulled you into the water. The cold sea water burned your skin, and you involuntarily pressed yourself against him as he hugged you, shielding you from the cold.

Your faces were only a few inches apart, and you were still trembling in his arms. His gaze was mischievous, probably amused by your frightened look.

"Don't be afraid, I'm with you," he said softly, and his voice sounded so calm that you involuntarily relaxed.

You stood in the water, looking at each other. You felt his arm tighten around your waist.

"You can wrap your legs around me, it'll be warmer if you're close," he suggested. You listened to him without hesitation. In a moment, you were already pressing yourself against his chest, trying to ignore the fact that his cock was pressing against your pussy.

Jungkook put his hands on your butt, pressing your body against his in the water, and you felt his warmth surround you. You involuntarily squeezed his shoulders, catching him looking at your lips.

He smiled, and the moment between you became so intimate that you could no longer ignore the throbbing between your legs, which was growing stronger.

"You probably think I'm an asshole," he said, and you felt his voice rumbling in your chest.

"Why do you think I think that?" you asked, barely restraining yourself from looking at his lips.

"We kissed, and I didn't even take your phone number," said Jungkook, and you snorted.

"I’m think, if you didn't take my number, it means you didn't like the kiss," you said ironically. Jungkook chuckled. His gaze fell on your lips again and lingered there.

"Can I tell you the truth?" Jungkook asked, leaning slightly toward your cheek. He noticed two police officers approaching you in the distance behind you.

"Go ahead," you said briefly, feeling your breath catch.

"I liked the kiss so much that I wanted to fuck you," Jungkook confessed right then and there into your ear. His words made the throbbing between your legs grow stronger, and a powerful wave of heat ran through your body, seeming to warm the water around you. "I would have done it if we hadn't been interrupted, but when they took me away, I decided you were too good for someone like me, baby."

You froze, feeling Jungkook's words still echoing in your head, his hands holding you tightly by the ass, pressing you against his warm body. So he planned to fuck you but was afraid that you weren't the type to sleep with a stranger? You wanted to ask him why he had made such assumptions about you, but the beams of approaching headlights and the voices of police officers brought you back to reality with a jolt.

"Hey, you two there, get out of the water!" one of the police officers shouted, his voice sounding stern but with a hint of fatigue. Jungkook didn't lose his composure. He moved away slightly but didn't let go of you, his hands remaining on your buttocks as if to protect you.

"What's up, officer?" he replied with an innocent smile, his tone calm, almost playful. "We're here with my girlfriend, trying to end our date romantically, you know. And someone ruined the moment, by the way."

You felt your stomach tighten at the words "my girlfriend," but you didn't argue, realizing it was part of his plan. The police officer shone his flashlight in your direction, and you involuntarily pressed closer to Jungkook, trying to hide your trembling—from the cold, the adrenaline, and what he had just said to you.

"Is that your car over there, near the beach entrance?" asked the second police officer, pointing toward the promenade where the Mercedes was parked. Jungkook shook his head, maintaining his composure.

"No, officer, we came on foot. We wanted to swim, enjoy the night," he added with a slight note of irritation, sighing theatrically. You barely suppressed a smile, impressed by how naturally he played his role.

The police officers exchanged glances, clearly unsure of what to do.

"Do you have your documents?" one of them asked. Jungkook shrugged, his arms still wrapped around you, keeping you warm.

"We left them at home. We weren't planning getting caught in a police raid, just a little fun at the end of the evening," he replied, his voice so convincing that even you felt embarrassed by his words. The police officers seemed to feel just as awkward.

"So you didn't see who drove up in the Mercedes? Maybe you saw some people nearby?" asked the second cop, who had a rough voice. Jungkook shrugged, and that's when you decided to contribute to the big lie that Jongkook had so skillfully created.

"I just remembered that when we were approaching the water, I saw a guy running to the bar on the other side of the beach. I don't know if he was driving a Mercedes, but he was running so fast that it seemed strange to me," you lied, putting confidence in your voice.

Jungkook barely held back a smile when he heard your lie, his eyes flashing with mischievous pride, but he kept himself under control, maintaining an innocent expression. You felt his fingers squeeze your buttocks lightly, as if in approval. The police officers exchanged glances, clearly interested in your information.

"A bar, you say?" asked the one with the rough voice, turning his head toward the waterfront. "All right, we'll check it out. Don't stay here too long, they're predicting a storm warning in the morning," he added, and they took one last look at you before heading toward the bar, their flashlights swaying in the darkness.

When their silhouettes were still visible through the darkness, Jungkook chuckled softly, his chest vibrating beneath your palms.

"That's genius, baby," he said with obvious satisfaction in his voice, leaning closer to your ear. "Those two idiots will now be wandering around clubs looking for some imaginary guy. You gave us time to escape."

You smiled, feeling the adrenaline and his closeness making your heart beat faster.

"I had to look as convincing as possible," you replied, shrugging slightly. But you were still shivering from the cold, and Jungkook noticed.

"We have to wait until they're out of sight before we get dressed and run to the car," he said, his voice becoming more serious, but with the same mischievous sparkle in his eyes. "But, you know, for the sake of credibility, we should add a little more... because that skinny guy keeps turning his head to look at us..." He smiled slyly, and you felt the heat rush through your body again.

"It's important to be convincing to the end, right?" you replied, raising your eyebrow playfully, and before you could finish, Jungkook leaned over and kissed you. His lips were hot, so hungry that you felt a desire growing in your lower abdomen.

You responded with equal fervor, your hands sliding over his wet shoulders, squeezing them as if looking for support. His tongue explored your mouth, and you felt his body tense as he pressed even closer to you. You couldn't help but notice how obvious his arousal had become, his cock pressing firmly against you through the thin fabric of his boxers.

Jungkook broke away from the kiss, his breathing heavy, a smile playing on his lips.

"You're dangerous," he said hoarsely, his eyes shining in the moonlight. "My cock is too sensitive to your kisses."

You laughed, feeling the heat rush to your face, but his words only intensified the throbbing between your legs.

"Maybe you just lack self-control?" you joked, but your voice betrayed a slight tremor.

He smiled slyly, but his gaze became more serious.

"We'll deal with my self-control a little later. We have to go. If we want to escape, now is the best time."

You quickly climbed out of the water, and you felt his eyes slide over your body in black lingerie as you shook the sand off your clothes. But you didn't notice how intently he was looking at you. Jungkook was already imagining his hands removing your underwear, fulfilling what he had promised in the water. A plan was forming in his head, and he was determined to make this night even more unforgettable.

You quickly pulled on your clothes — your top and pants clung to your wet skin, and Jungkook, putting on his jeans and tank top, looked like the sexiest man in the world. Because of how he had ignited your desire in the water, your imagination was running wild. The anticipation that there would be more than just kissing between you tonight made you feel excited.

Jungkook retrieved the keys from the sand, and you ran to the car. Getting into the Mercedes, he instantly started the engine and sped away, leaving the parking lot at such a speed that you clung to the seat again. He raced through the night city, dodging cars, and you felt the excitement of escaping from the police mixed with another, more intimate feeling that was growing between you.

He sped along the dark roads, but this time the speed didn't scare you as much — you trusted his skill. After some time, he turned off the road onto a semi-wild beach where there was no one around. The car stopped on the shoulder, parked so as not to disturb others, although it was unlikely that anyone would come here at night. Jungkook turned off the headlights but left the engine running and turned to you, his eyes shining in the semi-darkness of the cabin, a sly smile playing on his lips.

"Now I'm curious, are you really as innocent as you seem at first glance? Not everyone can lie to the police so convincingly," he said, with a slight hoarseness in his voice.

You tilted your head and asked playfully,

"Do you want to find out?" you replied, raising an eyebrow and smiling as defiantly as he did. His eyes darkened, and you saw his jaw tense slightly, as if he were restraining himself from pouncing on you right then and there.

"I have a terrible desire to find out what you're really like," he said, leaning closer.

His hand slid down your thigh, and you felt your breathing become ragged. He kissed you again, slower this time, but with such intensity that you felt your whole body melt under his touch. His lips moved down to your neck, leaving wet, warm marks, and his hands slid under your top, touching your skin.

You didn't resist, giving in to the moment. Your hand slid over his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath the thin fabric of the T-shirt he was wearing. You felt his body tense at your touch, and it only fueled your own desire. His fingers hooked the edge of your top, slowly pulling it up, followed by your bra, and you let him do it, feeling the cool air from the open window mix with the heat of his hands.

His hands slowly pulled your top off, exposing your breasts, and you felt his gaze devour every inch of your body. Jungkook leaned down and touched your nipple with his tongue, as if tasting it, and you involuntarily arched your back, feeling pleasure pierce through you. His lips caressed your breasts gently but confidently, while his fingers played with your other nipple, eliciting quiet moans that you couldn't hold back. The throbbing between your legs became unbearable, and you felt your underwear getting even wetter. Your aroused clitoris demanded attention, but you couldn't say anything.

As if sensing your thoughts, Jungkook slid his hand down to your pants. His lips captured yours in another insatiable kiss, and his hand slipped unhindered under the elastic waistband, deftly parting your folds. When Jungkook touched your clitoris, he broke away from your lips and breathed softly into your mouth. You were wet, so wet that he could feel your juices generously moistening his fingers.

"Is this all for me?" he asked, hinting at the amount of moisture you were producing. You don't know if anyone else has ever made you this wet, but the thought of sex with Jungkook made you almost leak.

Your hips began to move to meet his movements on your clitoris. His fingers moved slowly, teasing you, and you squeezed his shoulders, trying to hold back. He continued to explore you, and you felt yourself approaching the edge, your body tensing with pleasure.

Jungkook left your clitoris and slid two fingers into your passage while sliding his tongue into your mouth. You moaned, feeling the pressure on your walls, unaware of how tight your pussy was making Jungkook hungry for you.

"If my fingers are tight in this pussy, what will happen if I fill it with my cock?" Jungkook thought as he fucked you with his fingers. He knew it would be good inside you because you were clearly not the type of girl who had many partners, and you had to be tight, but how tight?

His fingers moved rhythmically, plunging deep into you, and his thumb returned to your clitoris from time to time, causing new waves of pleasure. Your body trembled, and you felt everything inside squeeze around his fingers, as if trying to absorb them even deeper.

You grabbed his hair, pulling gently, and it only seemed to fuel his desire. Jungkook raised his head, his eyes burning with a dark fire as he looked at you.

"You're so sensitive," he whispered, his voice thick with excitement, "I wonder what you sound like when you can't hold back anymore."

You were breathing fast and hard, unable to respond because of his actions. Jungkook suddenly pulled his fingers out of you, and you involuntarily gasped at the sudden emptiness. His hand reached for the buttons and your seat slid back, and in a moment the seat back reclined.

When the seat was fully reclined, Jungkook touched the waistband of your pants, pulled them down, and you reflexively lifted your hips so he could pull them off. You lay almost completely naked in front of him. Jungkook was still dressed, and that excited you. He touched the palm of his hand between your legs and leaned toward you. He kissed your lips briefly but eagerly, then whispered,

"I want to taste you, will you let me?"

Your heart beat even faster at his words, and you felt heat flood your body. His voice, low and saturated with desire, made your skin tingle. You couldn't find the words, just nodded, looking into his dark eyes, which seemed bottomless in the dim light of the car interior.

Jungkook smiled—a barely noticeable but sly smile that promised you this experience would be unforgettable. He slowly lowered himself. His hand grabbed you under the knee and lifted your leg onto his shoulder, spreading you wider.

You felt the cold air touch your bare skin, but that chill instantly melted away as his hot breath approached your crotch.

His tongue touched you—first gently, as if testing, then more confidently, sliding over your clitoris with such skill that you involuntarily arched your back. Your fingers found his hair and lost themselves in it, and a quiet moan escaped your lips. Jungkook seemed to sense your reaction, because his movements became more insistent, his tongue circling your sensitive spot, and then he sucked it lightly, making you shudder with pleasure.

"Fuck..." you cursed softly. You couldn't stop your legs from trembling as he continued to caress you, his hands holding your hips firmly, not allowing you to pull away. He seemed to enjoy your reaction, the moan you tried to stifle by biting your lip.

He lifted his head for a moment, his lips glistening with your moisture, his eyes shining with a wild mixture of triumph and desire.

"You taste better than I imagined," he said, and those words made your cheeks flush even more. Without giving you time to respond, he lowered himself again, this time adding his fingers, which entered you, continuing his rhythmic movements. His tongue and fingers worked in perfect harmony, bringing you to the brink.

Your body tensed, every muscle contracting in anticipation of the orgasm that was building at a frantic pace. You tried to grab onto something, your fingers sliding across the leather seat, but finding no support.

"Jungkook, I... I..." you whispered, but he only intensified his movements, as if knowing that you were already on the verge. When the wave of pleasure finally washed over you, a long, loud moan escaped your lips. Your body trembled, but Jungkook didn't stop, continuing to caress you until you began to shake from excessive sensitivity. Only then did he slowly pull away, his lips wet and his eyes burning with satisfaction.

He stood up, wiping his lips with the back of his hand, and leaned down to kiss you. You tasted yourself on his lips, and it only heightened your arousal, even though it seemed impossible.

"Damn, your moans are so sexy, I want to hear more," he said. You smiled at his compliment. "I want to fuck you," he declared.

You could still feel the waves of orgasm dissolving between your legs, but it didn't seem like enough. You wanted to feel him fill you up.

"Then what are you waiting for?" you asked confidently. Jungkook's eyes flashed with undisguised desire.

"You're so tight, baby, I'm afraid I'll hurt you," he admitted honestly. You raised your eyebrows, barely containing your insolence.

"Are you really that big that you think I won't be able to handle it? I've had sex before, with more than one person, and I managed somehow," you said a smile playing on your lips and your eyes flashing with playful confidence. You knew your words would hurt him, and that was exactly what you wanted — to test how far he would go.

Jungkook froze for a moment, his eyes darkening and his jaw tensing. His smile became dangerous, and you felt a slight chill run down your spine, mixed with anticipation.

"You definitely haven't had anyone like me, and you probably never will," he said, his voice low, almost threatening, but at the same time soaked in such desire that your heart skipped a beat.

"So do you really think that, or are you just trying to up your value?" you asked sarcastically, raising the tension between you. Jungkook chuckled quietly.

"Oh, baby, you just made a big mistake," he leaned closer, his lips so close to your ear that you could feel the warmth of his breath. "You think you can challenge me and get away with it?" he whispered, his voice velvety. "I'll make you regret those words, and believe me, you not just can’t endure it — you'll beg me to stop... and I won't until you come around my cock."

You felt your body react to his words, the throbbing between your legs returning even though you tried to hide how much he turned you on. But Jungkook seemed to see right through you. His hand slowly slid down your waist and then squeezed your thigh tightly, making you flinch slightly.

"So far, all I hear is talk… But if you do, I'll try not to beg you," you said, letting Jungkook know that you were a worthy opponent. He smiled slightly and finally moved away from you.

Jungkook leaned back, his hands reaching for the belt of his jeans. You saw his muscles tense as he unbuttoned jeans, and your gaze involuntarily slid to the outline of his arousal, which the fabric could no longer hide.

"Get a condom from the glove compartment," he asked, pulling down his jeans. You sat up straight, then leaned over to the glove compartment. Inside was a small leather folder with a Mercedes logo, obviously a car manual, and a new, sealed pack of condoms. For a moment, the thought flashed through your mind about how often he had sex with other girls here. And you tried to quickly dismiss these thoughts, feeling a pang of jealousy.

You took one condom out of a small black and purple box labeled "ultra thin" and handed it to him. Jungkook cut the foil and stretched it along its entire length with a few deft movements.

When you saw Jungkook's size, you could barely control the expression on your face. It was big. Without exaggeration, it was big, and you already regretted teasing him. You knew it would hurt when he entered you, but would his size bring you pleasure, or would it be nothing but discomfort? You didn't know because you had never had one that big before.

Jungkook turned to you, his hand easily cupping your chin, forcing you to look straight into his eyes.

"Well, let's see if you can handle me."

He climbed on top of you, resting his feet on either side of your hips. One of your legs ended up on his shoulder, and the other touched the dashboard. You couldn't take your eyes off his hard cock, and that only intensified the throbbing between your legs. He hung over you, and you felt his gaze piercing through you. Excitement and fear mixed into one continuous sensation.

The tip of his cock touched your entrance. You held your breath as he began to enter. You took him in a few inches, your wetness, which was abundant again, facilitating penetration, but when the head of his cock reached the place where the membrane had once been, you recoiled, feeling a sudden pain.

Jungkook stopped when you screamed. Your hands squeezed his biceps. He waited no more than a few seconds and pressed into your passage. You screamed again, but this time biting your lip. You closed your eyes and your nails dug into his skin with barely noticeable pain.

"Open your eyes," you heard his low voice as he continued to sink into you. You opened your eyes, but your face was contorted with pain. "You said you could handle it... I want to see your eyes when you take me all the way in."

His words, tinged with confidence and a slight mockery, made your heart beat wildly, but the pain that accompanied his slow penetration overshadowed everything.

You clenched your teeth, trying to hold back a moan that was more from discomfort than pleasure. Jungkook saw it, his eyes watching closely for the change in your face, but he didn't stop, moving slowly but inexorably.

"Come on, show me how strong you are," he whispered, his voice low and hoarse, but with an iron confidence in it. His hand slid gently across your cheek, contrasting with the insistence of his movements below. You could feel him filling you, and although the pain gradually mixed with the warmth growing in your lower abdomen, you still struggled with the feeling that he was too big for you.

Your nails dug into his skin harder, leaving red marks, but Jungkook seemed to only enjoy it. He leaned closer, his lips touching your ear:

"You regret it, don't you? But I haven't even begun to prove to you how wrong you were."

He paused for a moment, allowing you to get used to the sensation, and you felt your body slowly relax, adapting to him. Your wetness made the movement easier, and the pain began to recede, giving way to a new wave of warmth. Jungkook noticed the change in your breathing, the slight tremor in your hips, and his smile widened.

"There," he said, moving forward slowly, "are you starting to feel me?" His hand slid to your clitoris, and his fingers began to caress it gently but confidently, adding sweet pleasure to the pain. You moaned involuntarily, this time with pleasure, and your hips instinctively moved to meet his movements.

Jungkook began to move more rhythmically, his thrusts deep but controlled. Each of his movements made your body tremble, and you felt the pain finally dissolve, giving way to wild pleasure. His fingers on your clitoris did not stop, and his lips found yours, capturing them in a greedy kiss that drowned out your moans.

It was pure ecstasy. The pleasure grew alongside some wild sensation. You felt he so deeply inside you that it began to seem too much. You tried to keep your promise not to beg him, but it was almost impossible. The deeper and more intensely Jungkook fucked you, the more you couldn't handle it.

"Jungkook..." you whispered, but he didn't seem to hear you. Jungkook kissed your neck, sucking on your skin, and you felt a slight tingling sensation where his lips had just been. "Jungkook... it's too much..." you whispered again, feeling your body approaching another orgasm faster than you could imagine. "Please... stop..." Your voice faltered, but you weren't sure if you really wanted him to stop. The pleasure became so intense that it seemed almost unbearable.

Instead of answering, you felt his lips on yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth, intertwining with yours. He broke away from your lips, his eyes shining with triumph.

"Stop? Oh, someone who said they wouldn't beg seems is begging," his voice was mocking and low. His breathing was a little uneven as he continued to fuck you. "You're not getting that, baby. I said I'd stop only when you came for me. And believe me, it will be the best you've ever felt."

His words only added fuel to the fire, and you felt your body betrayally respond to him. Jungkook picked up the pace, his movements becoming more insistent, his fingers working faster on your clit, bringing you to the edge. His large cock seemed to tear you apart from the inside.

"Jungkook, I can't... please..." you begged, your eyes clouded with tears of pleasure, but he only leaned closer, his lips touching your ear.

"You can, and you'll do it for me," he whispered, his voice full of authority. "Come on, beautiful, cum for me. Show me how much you can take."

Those words were the final push. Your body arched as the orgasm washed over you with such force that you cried out, unable to hold back. It was unlike anything you had ever felt before—powerful, all-consuming, as if every cell in your body exploded with pleasure. Your walls tightened around him, and Jungkook groaned as he felt you pulsing. His movements became more urgent as he approached his own peak, but he didn't stop, continuing to thrust you through your orgasm, making your body tremble with hypersensitivity.

"Yeahh," he rasped, his voice trembling with tension. His own orgasm overwhelmed him a few seconds later, and he thrust one last time, his body tensing as he came inside the condom.

Jungkook collapsed on top of you, his breathing heavy, his forehead touching yours. You were still trembling, trying to catch your breath, feeling the afterglow of orgasm spread through your body. He lifted his head, his eyes now softer but still burning with satisfaction.

"Are you still going to say you handled me?" he asked with a sly smile, wiping the sweat from your forehead. "Do you admit I was right?"

You smiled weakly.

"You... you won," you whispered, and his laughter, low and satisfied, filled the car. Jungkook kissed your lips one last time, gently and with great pleasure. He climbed off you and sat in the driver's seat.

The car was stuffy and smelled of sex mixed with Jungkook's perfume. You got dressed at your own pace, and then Jungkook got out of the car to relieve himself and throw away the used condom.

When he returned to the car, he started the engine and turned back onto the highway leading to Busan. You were silent for a few minutes while you checked your phone, which was overflowing with messages from Hannah. She was worried whether you and Jungkook had managed to get away from the cops. You wrote to her that everything was fine and locked your phone.

You looked up at the road and only then realized that Jungkook was driving somewhere with purpose.

"Where are we going?" you asked, turning to him. He glanced at you lazily, stretching his lips into a slight smile.

"To my friend's repair shop," he replied. You raised your eyebrows, wondering why you needed to go there. It was almost 5 a.m., and you felt the fatigue and sleepless night taking their toll.

"Why are we going to your friend's place? Is something wrong with the car?" you asked.

"No, the car is fine. My friend is going to replace my license plates because these are definitely in the police registry. And I still need my bird," Jungkook replied.

You tilted your head, thinking about his words, and suddenly a thought flashed through your mind.

"Wait, is it even legal to change license plates like that?" you asked, frowning slightly. You knew that license plates were issued by a special agency when a vehicle was registered, and something about this situation seemed wrong to you. Your curiosity mixed with slight concern, and you looked intently at Jungkook, waiting for his reaction.

He glanced at you quickly, then his lips stretched into a wider, almost cheeky smile.

"You're right, baby, it's not exactly legal," he admitted, his voice calm but with a hint of defiance. "But I have no other choice. If I keep these plates, at best I'll lose my license for participating in illegal races. And in the worst case," Jungkook shrugged, but his eyes remained serious. "They'll take my car away and slap me with a 7 million won fine. And I'm not ready to part with my baby bird."

You remained silent, not knowing how to respond to his candor. His words sounded so matter-of-fact, as if breaking the law was a common occurrence for him. Thoughts swirled in your head: Who was he really? And what had you gotten yourself into by getting into this car? But at the same time, you couldn't deny that the adrenaline and danger that accompanied Jungkook only drew you to him more.

He noticed your thoughtfulness and, holding the steering wheel with one hand, leaned closer to you.

"Don't worry," he said softly, but with a note of confidence. "We'll sort everything out quickly, and I'll take you home, I promise." His voice was reassuring, but you still felt a slight uneasiness.

You nodded in agreement, and silence fell over the car. You leaned back in your seat, feeling waves of exhaustion wash over you. It was five in the morning, you had been up all night, the adrenaline from everything that had happened and the intense orgasm Jungkook had given you were all mixed together, making your thoughts chaotic.

Jungkook suddenly reached for the center console where his phone was lying and picked it up. He turned on the screen and handed you the device.

"Write down your number," he said, "I don't want to repeat my past mistake and lose you again."

You took the phone, feeling your fingers tremble slightly — either from fatigue or from his words. After entering your number, you handed the phone back to him, and your fingers touched lightly, sending another wave of goosebumps down your skin.

You couldn't help but wonder what would happen next. What kind of relationship was this? A one-time fling or something more? His words about "past mistake" buzzed in your head, but you didn't dare ask what he meant.

Jungkook put his phone back and focused on the road.

"You're afraid of all this, aren't you?" he broke the silence, without taking his eyes off the road. "I mean, all this... illegal stuff."

"I just... don't know what to think about it. It's all a bit... unexpected," you sighed, trying to sound more confident than you felt.

Jungkook laughed, and for some reason, the sound calmed your nerves.

"You'll have to get used to it. It's never boring with me."

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't help smiling.

"I already figured that out," you said. Jungkook was mysterious with a forbidden vibe, but for some reason, despite all the warning signs, you felt like you wanted to get to know him better.

When you finally pulled up to the service station, the sky was already beginning to lighten. Jungkook turned off the engine and turned to you.

"Wait here, I'll be quick."

You nodded, leaning back in your seat, and watched him disappear into the building. Your head was filled with thoughts about him, about this crazy night. But one thing you knew for sure: with Jungkook, your life would definitely not be the same as before.

✍🏻 AUTHOR NOTE:

Hey, my dear army 💜 I wrote something for you here, and the time I'm posting this one-time shot is September 1 🤭 (actually, it's still August 31 in my country, but in Korea it's already September 1).

This is the day when the love of my life came into the world.

I diligently wrote (as best I could, but never finished) chapter 20 of "One Night..." but I thought I should give you something with Chonguk on his birthday 🙏🏻🤭

So I wrote this! The idea for this fanfic had been in my head for a long time, but only now have I been able to write it the way I wanted it to be written 💞 I really hope you like my gift to you on his birthday 🥰

I truly love this man and wish him the greatest happiness on this planet that a person can have. He deserves the whole world for the simple reason that he is an amazing person who combines many wonderful qualities that make him the ideal man in my eyes.

Jungkook is truly "golden" because everything he touches turns to gold or something that people adore. I wish him that the heavy burden of his fame becomes light for him, that no evil touches him, neither physically nor morally.

He changed my life, my attitude towards myself, my perception of the people around me. Thanks to him, this blog has become successful, because if it weren't for him, I might never have started writing. Thanks to him, I met so many wonderful people who gave me so much love that I never even suspected it could exist in such a form. He really made my life golden 💛

So, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE GREATEST LOVE OF MY LIFE!

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