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sissylittlefeather · 4 days ago

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Bonded: Part 4

Baby What You Want Me to Do

A/N: Here is the next part to the vampire series I started last Halloween! Things are heating up as we move from 1960 to 1970 with vampire Elvis and our vampire reader. I hope you enjoy!

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Part 3

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, kissing, cussing, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, but they're vampires so also blood drinking, biting, and someone with a pretty serious illness

Word count: ~3.8k

December 1970

He prays desperately that they'll find you. You're his only hope.

Elvis paces the TV room at Graceland smoking his cigar much too quickly. What will he do if the guys can't find you? He's talked to three different vampires and they all refused to help him. Surely, once he explains, you'll do what he needs.

There's also a small part of him that just wants to know where you are, wants to see you again. He's wondered where you were so many times over the last decade and he almost broke down and looked for you on several occasions. But he was never as desperate as he is now.

He sits down on the couch and stares absentmindedly at the TVs as they play three different football games. Hopefully Sonny and the guys can find you. They have to find you.

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You leave your job at the Moulin Rouge not long after your encounter with Elvis. People start to notice that you aren't aging. But more than that, everything there reminds you of him. So you pack up and move to Rome. You bounce around Europe for the better part of the decade and then decide you'll go home to America. By the mid ‘60s there are more soldiers, but you have no interest in living in Vietnam. Besides, you’re getting a little tired of the routine that keeps you alive. Several times you consider giving up entirely and letting yourself fade, but there’s always a reason to keep going, even if it’s just that you have to go to work the next day.

You watch Elvis's career from afar, see every single one of his movies, and cry when you watch the Special in ‘68. That's when you go home, settling in Las Vegas to become a showgirl. There is a steady stream of male tourists and, if you’re being honest, the vague chance that you might run into Elvis. In a way, you’re happy, despite living alone. After Paris, you stop looking for others like you and learn to be content to live in isolation. Even after all these years, the only one you really want is him.

You get invited to one of his parties once by some guy who is trying to show off, but you bail at the last second, scared of how he might react to seeing you again. He’s married with a child, why would he want to reconnect with the woman who ruined his life? Still, his life doesn't seem ruined when you read what the papers have to say about his grand return to the stage. You're happy he’s happy and you make that be enough.

******

Elvis walks upstairs to Lisa Marie’s room and stands in the doorway for a little while just watching the scene in front of him. His little girl lays in the bed asleep as the nurse sits beside her waiting for the next coughing fit.

“How is she?” He whispers and the nurse looks up at him.

“Not any better. The doctor is worried that the whooping cough will turn to pneumonia. If that happens-”

“It won't.” He can't entertain that possibility in his mind. She's already too sick. He walks over to the bed and kneels down beside it, looking at his toddler daughter struggling to breathe on the pillow. She's not even 3 years old. “I won't let it happen.”

“Mr. Presley, I know it's hard to think about, but she's not responding to the antibiotics. You need to-” He turns to her with his eyes burning and cruel. It's easy to forget he's a vampire until he looks like this. The nurse doesn't know, of course, but she's filled with an icy cold terror anyway.

“I've already fired three nurses for talking like this. Do you want to be next?” He spits it at her and she shakes her head vehemently.

“N-no sir. I'm sorry.” She shrinks like a mouse in front of a violent predator. Elvis glares at her, nostrils flaring, and seriously considers draining her dry. He hasn't fed in days and he feels his fangs descend just thinking about it. Shaking his head a little, he turns back to face the bed and takes a deep breath to get rid of his fangs.

“You just do your job. Leave the rest to me.” He lifts Lisa Marie’s hand to his lips and kisses it gently. ��My baby will be just fine.”

The nurse nods as he stands up and walks to the doorway, pausing to look back at the bed.

“She will be fine.” He has to find you before it's too late.

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You read in the papers that Elvis is back in Vegas at the end of January 1971. Every time you find out he's there, your heart skips and you try not to pray that this is the time you run into him. You attempt to go about your business as usual and ignore the strange pull you feel to reach out to him.

It takes every amount of threatening from the Colonel to get Elvis to go back to Vegas while Lisa Marie is sick. Her whooping cough does turn into pneumonia and she just seems to get worse with each passing day. Elvis has her moved to a hospital in Vegas so he can be with her any time he's not on stage.

In the meantime, the men he's sent to search for you continue to come up empty handed. Nobody at the Moulin Rouge knows where you are and none of their other leads go anywhere. Mary hasn't spoken with you since the day Elvis was turned. And even though they find Anya back home in Russia, she doesn't know where you are either. Last she heard, you were going back to America, but she wasn't sure where you'd gone.

Elvis breaks almost every knick knack in his Vegas suite flying into fits of rage over their incompetence. He could've told them you were in America. There's a strange feeling in him that tells him you're close by, he's just not sure where.

So when he sees you one day crossing the street in front of him on his way to the hospital, he almost doesn't believe it's you. But he'd recognize you anywhere, even with his eyes closed. For some reason, his extreme senses pick up on you better than anything he's ever experienced. He can smell you and hear you despite the bustling city around him.

Without warning, he unlocks the door and hops out of the car, ignoring the pleas from his bodyguards. He's stronger than all of them combined, so they don't even attempt to hold him back as he runs across the street to you.

You feel him before you see him, his scent almost overwhelming you. Your eyes close and you stop dead in your tracks as he comes up behind you.

“Y/n…”

“Elvis.” You turn to him, opening your eyes slowly. For a second, you both just stare at each other.

“I need you.” You're not sure what you were expecting to come out of his mouth, but it wasn't that.

“You… need me?”

“Yes. Please. Come with me.” You're on your way to work, but you don't think twice.

“Okay.” He leads you back through traffic to his car where it's parked as his bodyguards wait for him to come back. Sonny stands there, not sure what to think about the kind of woman that makes Elvis Presley jump out of a moving car.

“What the hell, boss?” Elvis just shakes his head.

“I told you she was close, man.” Sonny's mouth pops open.

“Is that… she's… that's her?” Elvis nods as he opens the door for you to slide into the backseat.

“That's her.” He slides into the seat beside you and slams the car door. You can't get over how good he looks in his velvet jacket. His hair is a lot longer than the last time you saw him, but he's just as handsome as he's ever been.

“Elvis…”

“I need your help. I've been looking for you.” Your body is screaming for you to pull him close to you, but you try to ignore the instinct.

“For me? Why?”

“You'll see.” You ride in silence, not sure what to say to the man you've loved for over a decade when you haven't seen him in just as long. When the car pulls up in front of the hospital, you really start to wonder what he wants with you. “Don't say anything to the press.”

He doesn't give you time to ask any questions before getting out of the car and running to your side to help you out.

“Elvis, what-?”

“Just come with me.” He puts his hand on the small of your back, sending shivers through both of you, and leads you past the paparazzi and through the hospital to Lisa Marie's room. At the door he turns to you with a strange look of desperation on his face. His distress is almost palpable. “I need your help with this.”

He pushes the door open and guides you into the room. When you see the little girl in the bed, oxygen pumping and monitors beeping, your hand goes to your mouth.

“This is my daughter, Lisa Marie. She has pneumonia and it's not responding to the medication.” Your eyes fill with tears, his sadness overwhelming you.

“What do you need from me?” He hesitates for a second and then decides he has nothing to lose.

“I need you to help me turn her into one of us.”

His request hangs in the air like some tangible thing. It takes a second for you to really register what he's asking, before you turn to him with your eyes wide.

“Elvis, she's a child. She's a baby. I'm not-”

“She's dying, y/n. I can't lose her.” You feel the desperation roll off of him in deep waves and look back at the toddler in the bed. For a second, you consider what it would mean.

“No, Elvis! I'm not doing this!” You turn and walk out of the hospital room. In the hallway, you lean against the wall and try to catch your breath. His emotions are making it difficult to think. You don't remember being this sensitive to him before, but it's like the years apart have made your senses even more extreme. There's always a strange sort of connection between a vampire and their maker, but yours seems to be especially strong. Or maybe his feelings are just that intense.

“Y/n! Please. You're my only hope of saving her.” His blue eyes burn with desperation.

“No!” You yell at first and then lower your voice when you realize the nurses at the desk are watching the two of you. “I'm not doing this, Elvis. I can't.”

He grabs your shoulders and shakes you a little, not hard but enough to feel.

“You have to! You did this to me! You owe me this!” He's frantic now, almost hysterical with the thought that you're refusing to do what he needs. You reach up and take his face in both hands.

“Elvis. Not here. Not like this. People are watching.” He blinks a few times and lets go of your shoulders, looking around. He sniffs hard and takes his glasses off to wipe his eyes. Placing them back on his nose, he looks at you intensely.

“Okay. Come with me.” He takes your hand and drags you back through the hospital to his car, ignoring the reporters as they yell questions about who you are and why he's at the hospital. Back in the safety of the car, he breaks down. “I don't know what else to do.”

He leans over in your arms and you hold him as he cries on your chest. Tears stream down your cheeks and your body is wracked with sobs. You're not sure if it's his sadness or yours that's got you like this, but you hold him and rock with him in your arms the whole way back to his hotel.

When you pull up, he groans and sits up, wiping his face with his hands. He pulls a handkerchief out of his pocket and hands it to you to wipe your face with. You're not sure why he didn't use it himself, but it's like that would be admitting he had cried. Once you're both cleaned up as much as you can be, he opens the car door and leads you up to his suite. As soon as you're alone, he rounds on you. His eyes are so much on fire that they're almost red.

“Tell me again why the fuck you won’t save my daughter’s life.”

“Elvis, think about what you're asking me. You want me to help you make your baby a vampire.” He turns and kicks a table.

“I want you to SAVE HER LIFE.” He snarls at you angrily. You decide that yelling back is not going to be helpful. Instead you take a deep breath and ask quietly.

“Did I save your life?” He stares at you.

“What?”

“When I turned you, did I save your life?” You say it slowly and deliberately and watch as he puts together what you're asking.

“No, but I wasn't dying.” He seems to have softened a bit though, so you continue this line of questioning.

“And are you happy that I turned you?”

“Not really.” The bitterness in his voice cuts straight through you.

“Is this the life you want for your child?” That strikes a chord and he looks up at you with his eyes cold again.

“I didn't want this life for myself.” Now it's your turn to shake your head and get a little fired up.

“Oh no you don't. You do not get to blame this on me. You begged me to turn you.” You watch as he puffs up again and prepares for a fight.

“And you knew better!”

“I told you-”

“BUT YOU DID IT ANYWAY!” He walks close to you and towers over you. “YOU DID IT ANYWAY!”

“YOU DIDN’T GIVE ME AN OPTION!” He scares you a bit, but you refuse to back down. “YOU-”

“AND THEN YOU SENT ME AWAY!” You laugh derisively.

“I sent you away?! Are you fucking kidding me?!” You take a step towards him and look up into his face. “You left me!”

He grabs your upper arms and shakes you again.

“DO YOU THINK I WANTED TO LEAVE-” You cut him off and scream.

“DO YOU THINK I WANTED YOU TO LEAVE?! I LOVED YOU!” He lets go of your arms and his mouth pops open, but he closes it quickly and turns away from you. You whisper to his back. “I love you.”

You try to suppress your tears, dying to know what he is thinking. He doesn't give you long to wonder, though. Instead, he turns back to you with a tortured expression.

“Why the fuck didn't you say anything?”

“I knew better! I knew you didn't love me!” He shakes his head.

“You decided for me.”

“Are you telling me I was wrong?!” Your voice wavers as the tears threaten to spill over. “You know you didn't-”

And then in three steps he's wrapped around you, his mouth crashed into yours, kissing you with an unbridled passion.

You don't even think, your body just responds and you jump to wrap your legs around his waist. He catches you easily and carries you to the bedroom, his mouth never moving from yours. A decade’s worth of pent up passion is escaping you both as he lays you down on the bed and rolls his hips forward to meet yours. He stops for the smallest second and strokes the side of your face with the back of his fingers. Then he leans in and kisses you softly a few times before the heat takes over again and he tears at your clothes. In a few short minutes he's got you both stripped naked and you press your bodies together, soaking in the feeling of each other’s skin. It's been so long since he's had you like this that he almost forgot what it felt like to be this close to you, but it all comes rushing back to him as you whimper underneath him. He presses his lips to your body, leaving a trail of hot kisses in his wake as he moves down your stomach. His fangs have already descended and he grazes them against your inner thigh in the place where he bit you when you made love before he left Germany. How many nights has he thought of that day? The way you tasted and smelled and how you writhed under his body in pleasure.

You're overwhelmed with the reality of him as he worships you, having spent too many years imagining him, replaying your last time together over and over in your mind with your fingers pressed to your clit, whispering his name into the darkness like a prayer. You feel your fangs against your bottom lip and arch your back as he drags his tongue up your thigh and hovers just over your center.

“You really thought I didn't love you?” He whispers, just before he lowers his mouth to you, letting his tongue dart out over your sensitive bud. You moan softly as he begins to lick and suck you with the fire of a man possessed by desire. Words are beyond you as he works your clit with his mouth and then moves down to press his tongue as deep inside you as it'll go. You whimper and gasp as he fucks you with his tongue and then moves back up, sliding two long fingers into you. The feeling of his rings against your entrance is new and particularly delicious as you feel your orgasm start to gather in between your hips. His fangs press gently into your skin as he licks you hard and slides his fingers in and out. He knows you're close to a climax, remembers the way you feel like this, and is pulling out all the stops to push you over the edge. “Come on, baby. You can let go for me. I'm not goin’ anywhere.”

He's not sure why that's what he says, but it works nonetheless and you feel yourself giving in to the pleasure as it washes over you in pounding waves. He moans a little when he feels you pulse around his fingers. As your clit softens, he pulls back a bit and it takes everything in him not to sink his fangs into your thigh. His dick is so hard it almost hurts and he's dying for some kind of release. He hasn't fed in way too long and the knowledge that you're there and you taste so good is about to kill him.

You watch, confused, as he moves away from you and sits up with his back against the headboard, leaning back and sighing deeply.

“Elvis, what-?”

“I'm trying not to bite you.” You sit up and look at him, so beautiful with his eyes closed and his head thrown back, shaggy hair a little wet with sweat. His body is taut and when your eyes land on his hard cock standing at the ready, your pussy clenches around nothing.

“Why?” You whisper as you slink over to him and crawl into his lap, straddling his thighs and taking his dick in your hand. He groans as you start to pump him and then lean in and kiss his chest. “I don't mind.”

He immediately lifts his head and looks down as you move your hair out of the way and expose your neck to him. It’s been so long and he knows how good you taste. A low growl escapes him as he leans forward and licks a spot on your neck.

“You're sure, baby?”

“Just don't drain me, but yes.” He smiles a little and drags his fangs across your skin. Your hand is still pumping him, but as he moves to bite you, you lift up and sink down onto his cock while his fangs press into your neck. Both of you moan deeply with the double sensation. You roll your hips against him as he sucks the blood from your neck and the passion begins to mount again as both of his hands move to your back. He groans as you begin to bounce on him harder, pushing him so deep inside you that you dance on the edge of another orgasm.

“Fuck, Elvis!” You moan and he backs away from your neck and pulls your mouth to his, your fangs bumping into his as you taste your own blood on his tongue. He moves his hands to your hips and starts to lift and drop you faster and faster, feeling the pleasure rise in him and threaten to explode inside you. Then, he grabs the other side of your neck with his hand and presses his forehead into yours as you fuck him.

“Of course I loved you. I’ve always loved you. I still love you.” You let out a strangled moan at his words and clamp your mouth shut. The instinct to bite him is so strong that you can barely control it. And it only gets worse when he cocks his head to the side and moves his hair off his neck.

“I can't.”

“Yes you can. Please.”

“Elvis…” But it's beyond your control when he moves his thumb to your clit and he pushes you over the edge into another blinding climax. Your eyes darken and the next thing you know, you're sinking your fangs into him as he holds you in place and cums deep inside you. The sweet taste of his blood rushes over your tongue as his cock pulses inside you. The pleasure overwhelms both of you so deeply that for a second it feels like you black out. When you both come to, you're laying on the bed with your head down by his feet and his head by yours. You feel him grab your ankle and kiss it, a smile spreading across your face.

“You okay, baby?” He asks with his lips against your skin. You sit up and rearrange to be in his arms. He kisses your forehead and sighs deeply.

“I'm fine. Better than fine. Are you okay?” You look up at him but he keeps his eyes on the ceiling.

“Yeah, I'm… I love you.” You kiss his jawline.

“I love you too. What is it?” There's a pause as you watch him try to find the words to say what's on his mind. Eventually he just opens his mouth and it comes tumbling out.

“My baby girl is gonna die, isn't she?”

You lay together in silence and the thought hits him that at least he'll have you when it happens.

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To be continued...

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yoonia · 1 year ago

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In Motion (M) | 13 — final

➬ Summary | The rule is simple; you can look but you can’t touch. You’ve been attending the event for a few times since you’ve encountered the voyeurism club, but it was only when a certain boy arrives on one occasion did you feel the fire of lust burning inside.

➬ Pairings | Jungkook x reader (with POV switches) ➬ Genre | Masturbation Club!au, Sex Club!au, mature, smut ➬ Ratings & Warnings | +18 / M for Mature; soft dom!Jungkook, sub/switch!reader, switching positions, sexual tension, teasing, stripping, nudity, a lot of kissing, dirty talk, swearing, nickname/role-play, panty stealing, exhibitionism, voyeurism, masturbation (female), clit play, fingering, minor hand job, edging, begging, reader being kind of a brat, orgasm control, light restraints, rubbing, grinding, groping, breast play, nipple play, biting, oral sex (female receiving), clit biting, pain/pain kink, size kink, reader is being sent into a headspace for the first time, first time (with each other), rough sex, multiple sex scenes, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, forced orgasm, creampie, cum play, cum eating, post-coitus cuddling ➬ Word Count | 21k words ➬ Music companions | Seven — Jungkook // Pour Up — DEAN (feat. Zico)

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[Incoming private message from La Rouge]

“Thank you for attending the annual Black Vice event hosted by Club La Rouge. Your participation and support are highly regarded. We hope that you found pleasure through our special night together and found it valuable to be a part of our family. A special invitation to our next session will be sent to you through e-mail in the next few weeks. We hope to see you again soon. Sender, Club La Rouge”

—You—

A part of you had expected to feel relieved once you stepped out of Club La Rouge’s grandiose mansion, the place where burning carnal pleasure has been thriving so freely the entire night and where people were free to surrender themselves to their deepest and darkest desires.

All the sexual tension that you had constantly felt when going from one room to another, witnessing all the acts of sin which aroused your own needs, was all starting to get too much and you needed that sense of relief as it was beginning to lay heavy on you. Yet that relief never comes, even as you breathe in the outside air. For some reason, your mind seems muddled, as if you have yet to recover from the continuous thrills you have been sent into all night despite having been taken away from it.

Now you understand why the club had forbidden the guests to drink alcohol more than what was allowed to and get drunk during the event. Because the sights you saw and every moment you experienced had been more than enough to make you feel intoxicated and high. High enough to feel like you are still floating above the ground when you are walking towards the car. Thankfully, Jungkook keeps his arm around your waist the whole time, keeping you steady as you are pressed against him even if your knees continue to feel like they are losing strength.

“Are you okay?” he whispers to you just before he ushers you into the car, and you give him a lazy nod.

“I’m fine,” —you let out a sigh and rest your head against his chest. “My knees feel weak,” you weakly add, omitting the fact that you also feel like you are still walking in bliss, with your mind still drifting above the clouds and your body still humming with the remnants of pleasure that he had just given you merely moments ago.

Jungkook lets out a soft chuckle as he presses a kiss on the top of your head. “Don’t worry, we’ll be back at my place in no time where you can lie down,” he says as he helps you slide into the car.

And yet his words only give little reassurance, when the moment you are both seated in the backseat of the car, a different kind of tension fills the air. It feels a bit more subtle at first, but you can still feel it engulfing you—his warmth that feels like a sultry blanket and the way he is sitting so close that you can breathe in his perfume, the scent that becomes more potent when accompanied by the underlying scent of his desire which is still clinging onto him after the last session you had together.

The sensation you are feeling reminds you of that very moment, of the exchange of pleasure you had with him, and also to the words he gave you then, warning you that he has yet to fulfil his thirst for you.

“I still want to cum inside you.”

Another reminder from that last session comes as you scoot closer into his arms, when your bare center brushes against the seat, with nothing else but your thin dress doing so much to protect the most sensitive part of your body. With your panties hidden somewhere inside his pocket, you feel somewhat exposed, even if you and Jungkook are the only ones who have the knowledge of this little secret hidden under your clothes. Your skin is still tender after your multiple climaxes, and your pussy is still hot and sensitive to the touch, causing your body to easily burn with every brush against the seat and tremble with each subtle bump coming from the ride.

Being constantly stimulated by the movements happening within the ride, the short journey heading back to town seems endless. But Jungkook makes it up with his soothing touches. Gentle fingers run down your back, tracing the lines of your spine from over your dress, while he uses his other hand to play with your fingers—pulling them, pressing against them, then bringing them up to his lips where he can press gentle kisses on each tip.

Despite his gentleness, each touch he is giving you only sparks something inside you which quickly rises from your core, spreading all over the place, and you can feel the desire that was almost ready to lie dormant once again now arousing to wake. You are beginning to feel the same kind of heat you felt while you were still in the club, back when he first touched you with all the public display of lust and sin surrounding you to make you feel so sensitive to his presence.

But as Jungkook continues touching you now, though keeping his fingers on the most innocent parts of your body to avoid giving a free show to the driver, those wanton scenes you saw back in the club are not what you have running inside your head at the moment.

It is him that you see.

The way he was touching you while another scene was unfolding before you. The voice that came out of his lips when he was coaxing you with his sweet, sultry words was he was sending you to high heaven. The way he looked when he was embracing his climax, finally, after helping you gain pleasure more than once during the event.

“We’re here,” he suddenly whispers, just when the heat inside your body starts growing more intense and your breath is growing heavier. You don’t realise that you have your eyes closed until his voice snaps you out of it, and you open your eyes to see that the car is already parked in its intended parking space at your pick-up spot, right where Jungkook had left his own car which will be taking you back to his home.

You can feel Jungkook’s knowing smile when he kisses your temple, as if he can read you, and that he knows exactly where your mind has been. “Soon we’ll be all alone,” he whispers, and your heartbeat picks up, as his words are once again sending you into a wayward spiral that you are falling into as he gently takes you out of the car.

The ride taking you back to Jungkook’s apartment turned into a complete blur of motions that you remember almost none of it.

It seems like you merely blinked, and all of a sudden, you were being pulled into his home in such haste, showing you that you had not been the only one holding back and fighting against the urge to touch each other. And here you are now, being pressed between his hard body and the wall of his living room, being kept confined where he can freely touch you as he could no longer keep his hands off of you anymore.

Still, even as he is gentle with his caresses, as he traces his hands down the curves of your body, your senses are so high alerted that you are somewhat aware of Jungkook’s true emotions. Beyond the myriad of sensations he is making you feel through his touch, you can tell that Jungkook is still refraining himself and there is still more that he wants to give you. There is tension in his touch, but there is also anticipation. And it is a feeling that you share with him, one that he so obviously recognises when he is looking deeply into your eyes.

Jungkook lowers his face, his lips hovering close to yours but not enough to touch as if he is deliberately teasing you. The anticipation that you feel for his next move grows stronger and you almost believe that you are shaking under his touch, and you begin to wonder how long you would be able to hold on.

Knowing what he had learned tonight—recalling the way he adored the reactions you were giving him all night long—you know damn well that he is doing all of this on purpose. Only so he can enjoy making you squirm and watch how well you respond to him, until you can take no more of the wait and become needy and just as wanton as you have been with your reservations lifted and tossed away.

You inhale a shaky breath as your body trembles. Feeling the need to touch him and to feel his warmth, you cannot help but lean closer to him, just enough until you are brushing against him. Chest to chest, with your restricting clothes getting in between that you almost cry desperately for them to disappear.

Even in his rush to get into his home where he could get you all to himself, Jungkook has somehow managed to discard his suit and unbutton the top half of his shirt when he first pushed you against his wall. But it’s still not enough, as you are yearning to feel the touch of his skin on yours. This feeling of need grows so intense within you that you can no longer hold back, as you reach out your hands to the front of his shirt and tightly clench on it. You can feel the fabric getting crumpled between your fists, and you can only do so much to hold back from tearing it completely apart.

Jungkook glances down, watching this through the corner of his eyes with amusement before he grins. There is no doubt that he can tell where your mind is running towards, so he distracts you from it, as he tilts his head and leans just a bit closer, just enough for you to feel the ghost of his kisses tracing your lips.

“Jungkook—” you call him with an airy whisper, suddenly feeling like you won’t be able to breathe, overwhelmed by the heady sensation he is bringing out of your body.

“Yes?” he whispers against your lips, and you can almost feel his smile when he asks you, “What is it, baby?”

“Please, I need—”

“Hmmm?” he whispers again when you stop with a soft whimper. A small grin grows on his face as he seems to be enjoying the way your words are clearly failing you.

“Please—”

“What do you need, baby?” he asks again, with his teasing voice sounding so deep you can feel his entire chest rumbling as he speaks. The way his warm breath falls on your lips feels like a taunt, when he is offering you a kiss without actually giving it to you.

“Kiss me, Jungkook. Please,” you finally beg him when you cannot take it anymore, while his wicked grin shows you that this is exactly what he has been expecting to hear.

“It would be my pleasure,” Jungkook whispers as he finally leans in, pressing his lips on yours.

And he is not taking it gently, nor slowly, just as you had expected he would. In his kiss, Jungkook pours every drop of his needs, allowing you to feel every bit of desire that he currently has to finally have you, to take control over you and to devour you whole.

His kiss continues to feel so deep and hot that it is enough to liquify your brain. You think it might have actually done it, when your knees start to buckle beneath you and you can barely feel your toes, and the only thing holding you up is his strong arm which he has wrapped around your waist.

His mouth feels as if it melts together with yours as he presses deeply, his tongue slipping out to taste you as he drinks every gasp, every breathless moan you make, and he groans as you return every stroke, every touch, and every brush he is giving you with that sinful lips, even when your whole body seems to dissolve with each rising heat you feel inside you. And the kiss lingers, growing deeper as Jungkook continues to pour all of his yearnings until you simply fall into his arms when you can no longer hold your own weight.

“It’s okay, baby. I got you,” Jungkook whispers with a soft chuckle as he wraps his arms around you, preventing you from falling. With a gentle kiss pressed on your temple, he lifts you up in his arms, drawing a sharp gasp out of your lips when you are suddenly floating above the ground. “As much as I want to take you right away, I think it would be better if we take this somewhere private.”

You hold on to him with your arms wrapped around his neck. With your bodies pressed together, you can feel his racing heartbeat as he gently carries you towards his bedroom. Somehow, it gives you pleasure to know that he is just as thrilled and possibly as anxious as you are about this moment.

You continue to revel in his embrace, almost nuzzling your face to his neck so you can bask in his warmth that you have been so deprived of when you had to be apart from him while he was driving his car home from the pick-up spot. Soon, you notice the temperature shifting around you. Though it is the faint scent of his perfume wafting in the air which lets you know that he has finally reached his bedroom. Before you can take a look to make sure, Jungkook gently drops you on the center of his bed. Your body bounces slightly as you fall onto the cold mattress, but quickly stops as Jungkook climbs onto the bed, the foot of the bed dipping under his weight.

Instead of joining you right away, he chooses to slowly crawl towards you with a deep, dark gaze in his eyes that are locked on your face, like a predator ready to devour its prey. Tension immediately starts rising in the room as you lay helpless beneath him, yet he stops just as he reaches your hips. Planting his hands on the bed, right on either side of your body, Jungkook lifts himself up and teasingly whispers to you, “Hi there, beautiful.”

Laughing softly, you answer him, “Hello to you too.”

“Let me just enjoy this view right here for a second,” he says as he takes one of your hands, kissing the back of the hand first before laying another one on your wrist. “I just want to look at you, lying on my bed, waiting for me to do anything I want to do with you.”

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” you whisper, trying not to show how much you are getting affected by his touch.

His chest rumbles as he makes a sound that comes out similarly to a growl. “Damn right, it is. Seeing you here with me, just like this, it does wonders to my head that I can’t possibly think straight.” Jungkook releases your hand and looks down, trailing his gaze down your body. “Although—” he adds with a lowered voice, and his gaze comes back up to find yours, his hands reaching up as he glides them up the sides of your thighs until he comes to the hem of your dress. “Things can be just a little bit better.”

You can already guess what he is about to ask you, seeing it through his gaze and his naughty fingers that keep on climbing up and pulling at the side of your dress. But you choose to not say a thing, wanting to hear the words coming out of him. And you get more than what you are asking for when he pulls away, propping himself up on his strong arms as he looks deeply into your eyes, ordering you with a soft voice that holds an unfamiliar sharpness when he says to you, “Take this dress off. Strip for me.”

You say nothing in return, and push yourself up to rise in a sitting position while he watches every move you are making. Biting your lips, you reach down and grab the hem of your dress. With your eyes on him, you start pulling the dress up, struggling a little as you slide them up your hips, and continue to go slowly as you slip it over your head. Tossing the dress away, your eyes find his, noticing the way he is taking you in, as he runs his gaze down your body and stops right at your bare core. You have no idea what is running through his mind as he licks his lips, but by the moment he runs his gaze back up again, you reach back and unclasp your bra, peeling the last item of clothing you still have to cover your skin.

While Jungkook takes his time to drink the sight of your bareness in, your eyes find his chest and you reach down to his torso, tracing your fingers on the exposed skin of his chest which is showing through the part where his shirt has been left unbuttoned, drawing a quick, sharp inhale of breath from him as you gently touch him.

“I want this gone too,” you whisper to him as you reach down, finding the rest of the buttons and start pulling them off.

“Let me—” Jungkook says with a strained voice, as he gently pulls your hand away and takes over. Even under the dim lighting, you take notice of the subtle tremble on his fingers when he begins loosening the rest of his buttons. Then he draws back, only to peel his shirt off of his body in one swift move. He returns to you right after, as he leans closer and gently asks you, “Lay back down for me.”

As if enchanted, you do as he says, immediately feeling exposed as you are lying there, completely bare while he moves over you with his eyes never looking away from you. Your heartbeat is racing, while your body is growing hot as he crawls all the way up until he is hovering on top of you, his warmth enveloping you before he lowers himself, restraining you under his weight. A gasp slips out of your lips the moment your skin touches his, just the way you wanted it to.

“I’m worried that I might not last long. You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this,” Jungkook whispers as he captures your lips. This time, he goes slower, showing you yet again that he is doing his best to hold himself back, still keeping his promise to follow your pace.

“Better tone down your expectation, mister. You might get disappointed,” you say to him. Your voice comes so softly, almost like a whisper, as he nuzzles his face on your neck, teasing you with soft kisses and with his gentle breath falling on your skin.

“You won’t disappoint me. I just know it,” he whispers against your skin, his lips still tracing the column of your throat while his fingers come trailing down your ribs. He continues teasing you with his touches that remain gentle yet electrifying at the same time, almost drowning the words that you want to say to him.

You force yourself to keep your eyes open as he begins kissing his way down, moving between your breasts to your ribs, tracing the path that his fingers had taken. The front of his pants brushes against your hips as he slides lower, reminding you that he still has something else to do before you can continue.

“Well, I’m disappointed that you are still wearing your pants.”

Jungkook laughs and raises his head to look at you. “What if I give you the honour of rectifying that?”

“I’m not going to say no to that,” you tease him, smiling when he starts moving like an obedient puppy, moving back and burying his knees on either side of your body, presenting himself to you.

Propping yourself up on your elbows, you take a good look at him. Bare-chested, with his pants barely hanging over his hips, Jungkook appears to you like a sin, handcrafted by the gods just to tempt you.

Just as he reaches down to unbuckle his pants, you stop him from doing more by capturing his wrists. The move quite obviously surprises him, and he halts, looking up at your face with his curiosity written on his face. Giving him a smile, you gently push him aside. Unprepared to handle your weight or to have you taking over, Jungkook easily falls over, and you roll your bodies until he is the one lying on his back as you straddle his hips.

His eyes grow wide in his shock. For a moment, you begin to feel your confidence wavering, only to grow back stronger when the look in his eyes grows sharper and deeper, suddenly filled with a clear desire that arouses the pulsing need forming from the depth of your core. The cold breeze passing in the room allows you to feel the wetness forming right between your legs. Sure enough, as you lower yourself to rest on his lower torso, you create an instant mess, as every drop of your arousal smears on his skin. Instead of feeling any bit of shame for it, you relish the electrifying feeling that overcomes you the moment your hot center comes in contact with his skin. Jungkook’s hands immediately come up to your thighs, gripping on them gently to keep you steady, while keeping himself from touching you further.

As if he is giving you a chance to take control.

“Is this okay?” you whisper to him, trying to gauge his reaction to see if you are making the right move, and his smile only grows wider.

“Do you hear me complaining?” he questions you as he runs his gaze down your body and licks his lips. Keeping a gentle hold on your thighs, his thumbs begin to move in circular motions on your skin, giving you a gentle caress while he seems to be thinking deeply. He has a determined look when he looks up again, before suddenly inquiring you with a firm tone that leaves no room for any argument, “Touch yourself for me. Make yourself even more wet for me, baby.”

His words draw a gasp out of you, though you probably shouldn’t be surprised to hear his request. After sharing all of those intimate moments with him where you both indulged in carnal pleasure without the club’s intervention, this would always be something that he craves from you. It has become something that you would always be so willingly do for him, as you have found pleasure in sharing your desire with him. Just as much as how he loves exposing his own secret desires with you.

But tonight is different. There is something in the way he is commanding you while being under your restraints that gets you feeling hot, even more than how he would usually make you feel, making it so easy for you to do as he says.

Spreading your legs to give him a better view, you lean back just enough so you can reach down, slipping your hand to where the source of heat rushing through your body has been building so intensely. But you don’t start anything, not before you whisper to him in a low, sultry voice, “Yes, Sir.”

The look in his eyes, when he hears you say those words to him, gives you a new kind of thrill. It is almost as if you can feel the burning desire he is feeling through his gaze alone. And that fire in his eyes intensifies when you finally touch yourself, when the tips of your fingers come in touch with your nether lips, meeting the tender skin that has been covered with your flooding arousal. An exhilarating tremble immediately rushes through your body when you slip your fingers between your folds, touching the source of the throbbing heat, and you react with a soft, yet strained cry, while your hips rock forward, meeting your fingers to quench that burning need erupting from the depth of your core.

—Jungkook—

My hands tighten a little on her thighs when the urge to touch her grows stronger. It is becoming harder and harder to hold myself back, and she is not making it any easier when she looks so sinful, yet delectable at the same time, that I feel like drinking her in until I have every last drop of her essence.

But stealing her spotlight would be the last thing I would ever want to do, and seeing her like this, as she presents herself to me while she is letting herself go, and with her eyes that are not only showing her desire but also her full trust that she has for me, it gives me a different kind of pleasure. It makes me feel a sense of pride. The kind of pride that feels so intoxicating and has been turning me into a greedy man.

Because all I can think about lately is how to finally make her mine. A thought that I have tried to push back over and over again, and yet it has been growing stronger as of lately.

And I am done trying to fight or deny it any longer.

“Do you like what you are seeing?” she questions me with an airy voice, and she is quite obviously holding back a moan that is forming from inside her throat when her body reacts to her own touches, no matter how much she is trying to hide it.

“Yes, absolutely,” I answer her, not entirely surprised to find myself turning breathless as I have the perfect view of her straddling over me while being completely bare, and with her hand between her legs, her fingers rubbing gently on her sweet pussy that I crave to touch the most. “I always love it when you show me what you like, or what you want me to do to you.”

“Umm—yes, I really do want you to touch me, Jungkook. Just like this,” she says, while her hand keeps me fixated on her wet pussy. I am unable to look away as she rubs her fingers in circles around her clit. I can feel it when she trembles to her own touches, her thighs quivering under my palms with each stroke she is giving herself, and I can see things clearly from this angle as she spreads her slickness all over her folds. Propping herself on her other hand, she leans back, then her fingers disappear, using her own arousal to slide between her nether lips, dipping into her hot pussy. “Oh, God—”

I let her continue, as she begins sliding her fingers in and out of her pussy, those delicate digits of hers keep getting wetter each time she pulls them out and I bite my lips when I can imagine how she would taste on my tongue. Thinking about licking and drinking her essence burns me from the inside. Before I realise it, my hands are gripping her tighter, and my hips start rocking on their own, almost pushing her off of me as I rub against her.

The move surprises her and she opens her eyes with a gasp. Feeling me rubbing on her body, she giggles softly and smiles sweetly at me. “Oh, dear. I almost forgot that I had an important job to do.”

Slowly, she pulls her fingers out of her pussy, taking them into her lips where she sucks them clean, moaning at her own taste just to tease me. Then she begins to move. Crawling down, she positions herself to straddle my thighs, teasing me a bit more by dragging her fingers down my torso until she reaches the waistband of my pants and gives it a tug. She expertly unbuckles my belt and loosens the button, always deliberately brushing the tips of her fingers on my skin while she is slowly stripping me down.

Each touch she gives me feels electrifying, when my body has been burning hot since the moment she came on top of me and gave me her sinful performance to entice me and arouse the desire that I have for her.

“You’re torturing me,” I groan gently when she once again slides her fingers under my waistband instead of continuing her work, and my complaints only bring a smile to her face.

“Just giving back what you gave me earlier,” she says, as she finally stops with her teasing. “Now, stop complaining. You’re ruining my little show.”

She reaches for my fly and I rest my hands to my side to let her unzip me. There is something hot about letting her take control, while at the same time, I am giving her a chance to lead things the way she wants this to go. She keeps her eyes down and I watch how her gaze grows darker when she pushes my pants down, freeing my dick. I gasp when my stiff cock juts out, popping out as she pulls down my boxers before falling heavy on my stomach, with the swollen tip smearing pre-cum on my skin.

“Ah—fuck,” a gasp escapes me as she reaches down, gently taking the length of my cock in her hand.

“Still okay?” she asks me, and I almost miss it when her voice comes so soft, sounding almost just as breathless as I am right now. And I know that I am not only reacting to her touch, when it is the way she keeps asking me and watching me closely to know what I am feeling, making sure that I find pleasure in her touch, the same way I always try my best to do the same when it comes to her.

It seems as if we are both learning from each other how to give one another the ultimate pleasure while keeping each other feel safe and comfortable, and we are both moving at the same pace to get there.

“Yes,” I answer her with a long, deep sigh. “This is definitely okay.”

I hear her giggling softly, then she begins to gently move her hand, stroking me with the most tender touch and taking her time with it. “Do you want me to stop?” she asks, and I almost grab her hand to stop her before she would let me go, but I stop myself when she asks again, “Or do you want me to do this faster?”

I look up to her face just then and my heart seems to beat slightly faster. My body grows surprisingly hot, both by her touch, the gentle strokes she is giving me that she still keeps lightly as she waits for my response, and the words she said. Then there is also that look in her eyes—the curiosity that is being suppressed under her wanton need, yet becomes the one that is affecting me the most.

I never knew just how much her curiosity could be a massive turn-on, until tonight, when I finally start realising this. I felt it for the first time tonight while we were engaged in the club’s event, when the looks she kept showing me only pushed me to dive deeper into the experience, even to help me decide to get directly involved together with her.

And now that she is showing her interest and curiosity in every single thing she does with me, I am feeling it all over again. She keeps driving me crazy whenever she asks me about this stuff, when she wonders about what I am most interested in and seems willing to try it with me to see if it works for her as well. It makes me want to give something back in return, to be able to figure out what she wants and needs, and to please her as much as she does her best to do the same for me.

I raise my hands, sliding them up her bare thighs to find her waist and hold her there. “Start slowly. Do it gently, with light pressure but keep your grip firm around the width,” I whisper to her, groaning when she immediately does what I am telling her, giving me a slow and gentle stroke that sends an instant rush of pleasure from the back of my spine.

“Yes, just like that, baby. That’s perfect. You’re perfect,” I keep telling her, while gasping at the heady sensation that keeps surging inside me as she keeps going, when she becomes more confident with her strokes and I feel the pleasure growing steadily inside me. “Now, start moving a bit faster. Not too fast, baby. Don’t rush it—” My words are immediately cut off when she slowly increases her pace, and the pleasure I am feeling from the work of her hand shoots up through the roof. “Fuck, baby. That feels so—”

My voice breaks out to a moan, when keeping a steady pace with the strokes she is giving me, she suddenly moves her other hand and begins touching me down below, her fingers playing with my testicles with light touches that are still enough to make me grow tight and hard, and I suddenly feel like I am ready to erupt into pieces in her hands.

I was telling her the truth when I admitted my fear about not being able to last as long as either of us would have liked it to, and I am already feeling it happening as I predicted. When she increases her pace with her strokes, her grip grows more firm yet not enough to hurt, and her dainty fingers are pressing against my rising pulse. I can feel it building, the subtle wave of my climax fluttering right down below, and my muscles are straining, so tightly, so close—

Not yet.

Snapping myself out of it on the very last second before I would explode and soil her hands too soon, I catch her by the wrists, stopping her before she gets too far and I find myself falling over the edge. Her eyes grow wide as she looks at me questioningly, just for a brief moment, before a knowing look comes to her face and she grins. I figure out exactly right then that she was playing a dangerous game, knowing how easily I could fall apart in her hands.

The naughty vixen.

“Still trying to give back all the teasing?” I question her while I try my best to catch my breath and calm myself down, hoping that this short period of reprieve would be able to help me recover my composure and take control of my own body. Her smile widens, and instead of pulling her hands away from my grip, she leans closer, her body bends towards me until I can feel the warmth of her exposed center hovering close to my erection.

“Oops—you caught me,” she teases, and that response is enough to urge me to take back control.

With a gentle hold on her hands, I pull her slightly towards me, drawing a surprised yelp out of her sweet lips. Once she loses her balance, I flip us both over, pinning her once again under my weight.

The move briefly presses our bodies together so that my cock throbs against her stomach, and I can feel her heartbeat as my chest comes in contact with hers. Keeping my hands on her wrists, I hold them back down against the mattress, inevitably restraining her with her arms wide open, giving me the perfect view of her bare breasts. Those soft mounds tremble together with the rise and fall of her chest as she breathes heavily, both because of the shock and for having me so close, hovering on top of her.

I feel like I am getting drunk at the sight of her, yet I still cannot get enough. The need to devour her comes to me so strongly that I cannot stop myself, as I lower down to capture her lips, with her hands being held up on either side of her head, leaving her helpless as I drink her taste, her breath, and the sound of her soft moans that are starting to escape her while her body gently rocks beneath me, taken over by her hunger as she rubs her wet pussy against my hard, intensely throbbing cock.

—You—

The tight grip he has on your wrists should make you feel uncomfortable, or even feel pain. Yet instead of feeling intimidated, the vulnerability you feel under his control only makes you grow hotter. Then you feel the flame inside you being ignited with his hot kiss. The hunger you have been feeling heightens from the way he is devouring you, when he is no longer holding back with his kiss, and from the way his hot body is pressing you down into the bed.

Delirious with the increasing sensation you are experiencing, your body starts moving on its own. You don’t realise it at first when you are rocking beneath him, rubbing your hot pussy along the length of his cock that feels so heavy against you, until your body starts quivering with the familiar build-up of orgasm that comes from the depth of your core.

Just when you are ready to plunge right into it, to embrace the pleasuring bliss, Jungkook hears you moaning into the kiss and feels you faltering beneath him, and he suddenly pulls back. He releases you from the kiss first, then as he pulls away completely, denying your release, then his hands move away from your wrists to hold down your rocking hips.

“Not yet, baby. Don’t think I have no idea what you’re trying to do just now,” he whispers with a soft chuckle, drawing a desperate groan from you.

“Jungkook, please—”

Shaking his head, Jungkook tuts and feigns a look of disappointment before saying to you, “That’s what you get for teasing me. Don’t you think you deserve a little punishment after what you tried to do with me earlier?”

Hearing his words, you let out a desperate moan. With his hands holding you down, there is nothing that could relieve you from the intense pulsing happening between your legs, so you grab hold of the sheets beneath you in a way to keep yourself still and gain back your composure. You can still feel the ghost of his tight grip on your wrists, and to your surprise, it almost feels as if he is still tying you down with no chance to defy him.

“I’m sorry. I was just playing, I promise. Please, touch me, Jungkook.”

Jungkook leans back, enjoying the sight of your helpless self as you are begging for him to give you the release that you desire the most. Having been so close to reaching it, with your body still sensitive that it didn’t take much for your orgasm to make its presence known, you feel a deep yearning to embrace it. It would have been so close for you to reach it, only to feel it waning before it gets unleashed. It is now making you feel the kind of need and desperation that you have never felt before.

You wonder if this is what that masked woman you saw back at the club felt when her partner kept putting her on the edge, denying her pleasure over and over again until she was hanging desperately on the precipice of her climax. It feels euphoric, this kind of need and the way your body is growing even more sensitive, as if any touch he gives you will cause you to erupt.

Just like what you had intended to do with him earlier.

All this push and pull, the giving and taking back control, are driving your mind to spin. It gives you a new thrill, as you expect him to tease you a bit further before giving you what you want. But you have no idea how much longer you can take this.

“Do you think you deserve it?” Jungkook questions you, knowing what you are asking of him. He has his fingers rubbing gentle circles on your hips, his thumbs crawling closer and closer towards your center that you are struggling to hold back from pushing upward, just so he could touch you there.

“Please, Jungkook. I beg you.”

“Tell me what you want. Use your words,” he challenges you, doing his role as he leads you towards this new experience and you bite your lips, trying your best not to cry out when you finally beg him with a soft voice,

“Please, Sir. I need to cum.”

The words that take a lot out of you seem to do the work. Just like a spell, you are feeling for the first time the beauty of submitting yourself to him and to your desire the moment you said those words, while you can see it in his eyes how hearing your plea snaps something inside him.

Suddenly, his hands are everywhere, going to all places he could reach. He slides them up from your waist, touching the mounds of your breasts with his kind and tender caress, before he starts kneading, pressing and rolling his palms on your tender skin. Then, as your chest rises to his touch, he moves his fingers to the peak of your breasts and starts tweaking your nipples, playing with them for a brief longer before he comes down, stroking your abdomen and palming his way back down your hips. He then continues by sliding his hands down to find your bottom, cupping them with his palms before he moves them lower. His fingers come between your legs, and he starts caressing the slickness that he finds pooling out of your pulsing pussy.

“I want to taste you,” he whispers, his words barely reaching you between the sounds of your soft gasps and breathless moans, once again getting drunk and high from his gentle touches. “It was a bit unfair that you didn’t give me a single taste when you touched yourself earlier.”

Moving back up, he tends to your breasts, moving in slow and lazy gestures as if he has all the time in the world regardless of how impatient he sounded. His mouth captures your left nipple, tongue circling tenderly around the soft, hardening nub, while his fingers are pinching the right one, tightly enough to draw a gasp out of you.

“I love the way you are responding to me,” he says in a hoarse whisper, his mouth still hovering on your tender nipple that his hot breath feels arousing as it falls over your damp skin. “If only you have any idea how much your reactions keep driving me crazy. The sound of your soft moans coming out of the back of your throat, the gasps you give me, knowing that I’m the one making it happen, those are the things that haunted me after we first met. I wanted to be greedy, so I could be the only one to bring it out of you, to hear it coming from you again and again.”

Even with the string of electrifying pleasure coming through your body, his words manage to reach you. Instead of taking your focus away from the sinful delights he is giving you, they seem to work like an enchantment. As the more he is admitting the carnal passion that he has for you, he keeps bringing the same emotions from within you, as you share all the same desires and needs whenever you are together with him.

“And now, seeing how you always react to my touch, the way you arch your body and press yourself against me like you want more,” —he stops with a groan, as if voicing his dark thoughts out loud is affecting him just as much as it is affecting you, “—that sure makes me feel like I want to be greedy even more, to make sure that I’ll be the one to see it happen, to make it happen—”

His teeth clamp down on your nipple as his fingers delve deep between your legs, right where you have been so hot and ready for him, and right where the pulsing need has been calling for him. His action draws a low moan through your lips that breaks out into a cry, while your body arches upward. Your hips rise to take in his fingers penetrating inside you and the ripples of bliss that comes rising, and your pussy immediately pulsing around his fingers as he dives in.

Feeling the way your pussy is reacting to him, Jungkook lets out a low groan before continuing, “—and I will always be so fucking grateful that you are giving me a chance to experience all of this with you.”

“I should be the one—oh, God!” Your words break out into a gasp when Jungkook pushes his fingers deeper all of a sudden just as you are trying to speak. You take a couple of more breaths, riding through the rush of pleasure that he is giving you before you try again, “I should be the one to feel grateful that you chose me. That you even came to the club at all.”

A teasing grin shows on his face when he hears this. “Because I rocked your world?”

His words make you laugh before you can stop yourself. “Oh, you have no idea.”

“I’m ready to rock your world even more tonight,” he says, as he continues stroking his fingers in and out of you, pressing harder against your pulse and reaching deeper until you are lifting your hips again, just a tad bit higher, when the waves of pleasure are becoming more than what you can handle. “I want to be the only one who can do it to you.”

The possessiveness in his words should be bothering you. It would have been if you have heard him say something like this months ago, before you ever knew just how good everything would be when you are with him. But now, as he is saying all these things while he is stirring up all the sensations now rising in your body, you only feel your body burning hotter, the pleasure taking over you even stronger than before.

While you are lost in your drunken bliss, Jungkook continues to crawl his way down, kissing your skin as he comes closer to the source of your heat, all while keeping his fingers busy, as they continue sliding in and out of you. He keeps his pace steady while his kisses are moving so tantalisingly slow towards your core.

Anticipation builds, and as your body continues riding the exhilarating feeling igniting within you, your hips moving and rocking to meet the thrusts of his fingers, the pleasure keeps growing more intense that you almost find it hard to breathe.

“I want to be the only one to taste you like this,” his words come as a warning, before his mouth descends onto your pulsing center. For only a split second, your body ceases every movement, growing tense as you prepare for contact. But none of it matters, because the moment his mouth comes to your nether lips with a heated kiss, your entire body erupts with sparks going myriad of places from within your body.

Your body jolts upward in response, yet Jungkook refuses to let you escape his grip. With one hand clutching around your thigh, he holds you down, keeping you steady where you are as he continues with his ministrations. The thrusts of his fingers continue on, while his mouth continues to devour you, drinking you in, with his tongue slipping out and lapping at your sweet release.

“Jungkook—”

“You wanted this, didn’t you, baby? Come on. Cum for me and let me have a taste,” he whispers against your nether lips. Before you can process his words, his mouth returns to you, giving you a deep kiss right at your wet entrance then sliding up, as he clamps his sinful mouth around your throbbing clit, giving it a hard suck while his fingers press against your sweet spot, and you immediately erupt, with a massive wave of your climax engulfing you from within that the only thing you can do is to embrace it with a loud cry.

Oh, dear God and everything that is holy…

Your entire body ceases as you come harder than you have ever been in your entire life with his fingers buried deep inside you, still rolling against your pulsing climax, and his mouth still attached to your clit. He keeps sucking at your tender nub, not giving you a chance to rest, making this intense orgasm feel endless. Yet he doesn’t stop there. Just when you think you are already floating on the height of pleasure, Jungkook brushes his teeth on your clit and bite.

Pain strikes you immediately, yet it mixes together with the pleasure that is still running through your body. With your pussy and your tender muscle still throbbing with the spasms of your release, you feel another wave of orgasm swallowing you whole. There really is nowhere else left for you to go but upward, over the precipice of your climax which seems to take forever to go down from.

For a brief moment, you feel nothing, hear nothing, as if you are sent into another dimension with how intense this sinful bliss feels. You barely notice him pulling his mouth away, as he leaves behind the throbbing pain that he caused and the pleasure that remains pulsing. This tranquil moment lasts for a while until your climax starts waning down and your senses begin to grow clearer. Once you start feeling things again beyond the remaining ripples of your orgasm, instead of his wicked mouth and the scandalous bite he gave you, you feel his gentle tongue on your throbbing pussy—licking and drinking your release while he soothes you from the throbbing pain you are still feeling on your swollen nub. And instead of a series of hard and relentless strokes, his fingers are slowly easing their way inside you, slowing down their pace as he is coming to a halt.

With his gentleness, Jungkook helps you come down from high. The remnants of your orgasm take a while to wane, but you are slowly taken back from whatever state you had been sent into in the height of your carnal pleasure, until you feel your body relaxing, easing down from the quivering mess that you might have turned into, and you slowly let everything go with a content sigh.

Noticing that you are coming back to the present and you are recovering from your orgasm, Jungkook withdraws from you completely, wearing a satisfied look on his face as he wipes his mouth clean with the back of his hand. Without his touch, you instantly feel—empty. But you have nothing to complain about when he crawls back on top of you, once again covering you with the entire length of his body as he gives you a tender kiss on your lips.

When he pulls away, any hope you ever had for getting a chance to catch a little break completely vanishes, as he looks at you with pure admiration and desire in his eyes, letting you read his thoughts before he says a thing. And it doesn’t take long before you find just how right you are, when he whispers to you with a wicked grin showing on his gorgeous face,

“You know that I’m not done with you yet, don’t you?”

—Jungkook—

The look she is giving me right after I said those words is absolutely priceless.

Thankfully, instead of seeing fear in her eyes after what I am insinuating, when she understands the subtle promise I am giving her, I see a flicker of her lust coming back alive. I can clearly see a hint of underlying fatigue in her eyes, so I figured that her body may have grown a bit too sensitive after her climax and after quite the long night we had. That was why I gave her a chance to call the shots. If she had chosen to take things slow, then I would have easily agreed and given her a chance to rest until we would both be ready for more.

Yet, just as the look of lust she is giving me grows clearer, she raises her arms and wraps them around my neck, keeping me pressed to her. With the gentle, yet firm grip she has around me, it feels like she has no intention of letting me go. Then she lifts up a bit to kiss the tip of my nose, her hips rocking gently beneath me when she lies back down, letting me know her intention before she says it out loud.

“I’m also not done with you yet…Sir.”

There is a sense of dark humour in the tone of her voice, but the way her eyes are looking at me shows things differently, and it stirs something in my chest, making it feel like there is something burning inside me like a flame. I kiss her lips again while moving my hands down her body. Caressing the tender skin of her breasts, I take my time to feel their weight, to rub the plumped nipples that have grown hard for me, and feel the way her body shivers under my touch. She sucks a deep breath when I play with her sensitive nubs for a little while—fondling them with my palms, then rubbing around them and pinching at them with my fingers. Then I continue to go lower, feeling her warm skin as I slide my hands down her waist, to her hips, reaching down to her thighs where I hold her with a gentle grip. I gently pull her thighs apart, giving me the space that I need to settle down against the center of her heat.

I can feel my cock throbbing between us the moment it finds her wet folds, pressing against the mess that was created when I sent her shaking in her climax. As I gently rub against her, I can almost feel her pulse, as if her pussy is reacting to my cock and anticipating to have me buried inside her. But I will not start anything until she is ready. Until the tension that I can sense holding her back on her upper torso is fading, so she can find only pleasure once I begin making love to her to my heart's extent.

That is, if I still have enough willpower to take things slowly. Because God knows how easy she would always be able to push me to the limits and beyond with her staying close by my side so we could dive into everything together. As if we are free falling into this sinful experience at the same time.

Despite my intention of following her pace, my body moves at its own will, as my hips continue rocking over her, rubbing my cock against her pussy over and over again. The thrill that runs through my body feels intoxicating that I cannot stop. My fingers sink into her skin when I am beginning to lose myself, and then I feel her fingers sliding between the strands of my hair, pulling my head towards her so she can initiate another kiss. The moment our mouths come together, she begins moving her body, finally giving in to the rush that she must be feeling now that the tension in her body is long gone.

As our kiss deepens, and the rocking of our hips and the grinding of my erection over her heat grows more intense, she runs her fingers down my back, pressing me into her more. A shudder comes over her that causes her to pull away and take a deep breath, then she looks up at me, smiling at me before she whispers to me breathlessly, “Jungkook, I think”—she pants a little and tries her best to speak without losing her breath, ”I’m ready. I want you now. Please—”

Hearing her plea, I grind against her a few more times, causing our bodies to shiver while the sounds of her gasps and moans melt together when she takes it all in. Then I gather all my willpower to lift myself up and peel my body off of her, only so we can continue to the next step. I look down at her just then, admiring the way she looks beneath me with her chest heaving, her lips swollen from our continuous kisses, and her beautiful eyes glistening with dark passion.

A passion that she has only for me.

With one hand holding her thigh, I look down between us and reach down to wrap my hand around my cock. I give myself a few gentle strokes, feeling her warm arousal already coating my length perfectly, then I guide the tip of my cock towards her waiting pussy. I feel the flutter coming from her pussy as I start pressing against her opening, sliding the tip in with the sound of her gasp echoing around me, and she trembles harder as I start pushing my way in, getting a few more inches in when she shakes and pulses around me, causing me to fall over her when I can feel every pulse and every vibration that she is experiencing. The sensation that is going through her is spreading through my body, which is beginning to show the same reaction.

“Oh, fuck—” I cry out when I can barely catch myself before I would collapse on her with my full weight pressing her down. The way her body is responding to me feels amazing. I know instantly right at that moment that I would never get enough of this. A part of me is counting my blessings for the long wait that makes this moment even more special, yet another part of me is cursing at my decision to wait this long before I get to feel this kind of heaven.

Overwhelmed by the emotions rushing through me, I find it hard to pull away from her. All I can do is bury my face in the nape of her neck, where I can savour the taste of her skin with the thin coat of her sweat covering her. I can also hear her heartbeat, the one thing that makes me believe that this is all real, that she has me wrapped in her arms while the head of my cock is wrapped between her hot walls.

“Baby—” I whisper against her skin. I feel her shivering beneath me, yet the only thing I can do next is to call her name like an enchantment, “_______.”

I start showering her with a few kisses, starting from her neck, to her face, then on her lips. Her body seems to melt against me just then, though it does seem that my voice has also worked like a spell on her, as she suddenly takes action first when she realises I am stalling.

Kissing me back on the lips, she tightens her arms around me, locking me to her body. She lifts her legs then, wrapping them around my hips and pulling my lower region into her. The move draws me even closer, my cock pulses as it slides a bit deeper inside her, causing us both to gasp as it sends an instant rush through our bodies that feel maddening that I almost combust right there and then.

Luckily, she is there with me. With the deep look in her eyes and the touch of her fingers on my skin, I hold myself together, allowing this rush of pleasure to ride out before the two of us would begin to move again, in unison this time, as we start chasing for our ultimate high. Together.

—You—

You have known his size from the many times you caught sight of him and touched him, and have pictured how good he would feel inside you. But reality has always been better than your imagination. None of what you have dreamed of ever comes close to this.

The sound that you make is otherworldly as he pushes into you with one smooth stroke, stretching you to the point of pain. Yet it is the most exquisite pain that you have ever experienced, and you welcome the ripples of pleasure that are rising with each pulse of discomfort which is slowly diminishing when the glorious, yet sinful delight starts to take over.

With a soft moan slipping out of your lips, you open your eyes, looking at Jungkook’s face. He has his eyes closed and his forehead lowers to yours as he keeps himself buried inside you. But it is the relief on his face that catches your eyes, when it looks so profound that it starts making you feel things.

Some certain unfamiliar things that are slowly growing inside your chest.

For the longest time, neither of you make a move. Not even when you feel the itch to reach up and touch his face, or maybe pull him back into your arms. You simply lie there, existing together, relishing this moment as your bodies are finally joined together for the first time, to feel his entire heat coursing against your body, and to feel his heartbeat pacing steadily together with yours.

Jungkook moves slightly, burying his face on the nape of your neck where he takes a deep inhale of breath before releasing it with a sigh just as he presses his lips on your skin, feeling you, tasting you, while his hands roam back up to your waist with a gentle hold.

“Baby—” he whispers against your skin, sending shivers all over your body that only escalates the delightful pulses you feel materialising inside your core. “_______,” he says your name with a sigh and starts kissing your neck, your chin, moving up to your face before finding your lips.

Hearing him whispering your name softly while pressing his lips on yours does something to your lower region, where your muscles seem to constrict around him tighter and the pulses of pleasure are quickly replacing any of the discomfort that you initially felt. Once the ache and pain are gone completely, the need for him to take you and fuck you until you are losing your mind becomes stronger. The desire has been there, brewing and lingering ever since you felt its first pulse back at the club. And now it is becoming definite, and you are sure that it wouldn’t go away so easily until your needs are sated.

You try to push up, to move your hips so you can get him moving. Anything to have some friction and to relieve you from your need. But it isn’t until you wrap your legs around his hips when he is finally encouraged to continue.

He slides deeper into you, and your hips rise on their own over the bed when he is all to make you feel like you are to fall apart with only one firm thrust. It almost feels like you are about to come to another climax, because the feeling he gives you is so intense. Not only with the pleasure he is bringing out of you, but the flutter in your chest that keeps coming up, joining each pulse you feel rising from where the two of you are joined together.

Jungkook runs his hands down your thighs, finding your bare bottom which he cups with his palms, caressing you there as he moves again, taking it slow when he pulls out, only to return with a firm and quick thrust when he pushes his way back in. Each thrust he gives causes ripple after ripple of pleasure, allowing him to reach deeper and deeper, only to stop before he gets to the deepest when his body begins to tremble against your body.

You don’t realise at first what might be causing this, until you feel resistance coming from within, when your walls are grappling around him so tightly that he can barely move. There is no pain within you, nor discomfort, but the flutter which you recognise not as your own as it appears inside you tells you that he is almost at the stage of losing control, and that he is holding himself back—not from his own passion this time, but from ending things too soon. You feel him growing tense while his cock twitches inside you, as he struggles to keep himself from climaxing too soon.

Running your hands down his waist, you help him relax. Whispering his name, you call him back to you. Your fingers press down on his back when he opens his eyes again, so you keep them there, if only to help him regain his composure, even though your touch quickly turns wanton as they sink into his skin when he starts again.

—Jungkook—

Once I am no longer trembling on top of her, I feel her fingers pushing me down, and that is when I begin to move. Pulling out slightly, I make sure that there is no resistance with her body denying me before I carefully start rocking my hips, thrusting firmly into her and stretching her tight pussy walls that are wrapping around my cock so possessively, though they merely flutter around me when I keep pushing my way in.

“Is this okay, baby?” I question her while keeping my eyes on her, making sure that I wouldn’t miss any sign of discomfort coming from her.

“Yess—” she hisses as I slide deeper inside her, taking only a little effort this time to bury my cock completely until I am fully inside her when she has grown so wet and ready for me, and I take the liberty of telling her this, to let her know how good she feels around me.

“God, you’re so wet, baby,” I tell her with a deep groan, and I continue to slowly and steadily thrust into her while her fingers are digging into my biceps. Starting with small increments as I remain in her depth in fear that I would hurt her if I move just a bit too much, giving her body a chance to get more used to my width before I start going faster. “So incredibly hot and wet. Was it our adventure tonight that did this?”

“Yes—oh, God,” she cries out when my repeated thrusts are beginning to affect her so strongly that she trembles beneath me. “I’ve been growing crazy. Oh, fuck—!” She inhales sharply and looks up to me again, her voice softens quite a bit when she adds, “But it’s mostly you. Just you and everything you did to me.” Her words draw my heartbeat to race rapidly inside my chest, while inevitably sending me pushing into her a bit deeper and moving faster when the sense of pride is growing in me because of her words.

Her body jolts in response, her hips rising to meet my thrusts and a shudder comes rushing through her once our bodies are united in the perfect angle. Her pussy walls contract around my cock in an instant, pulsing rapidly and clenching tightly as I continue sliding my cock in and out of her. I can feel the flutter of her climax when I thrust deeply, and how her muscles are grappling my entire length when I pull out. This feeling is familiar, as I felt it before when I gave her pleasure with nothing more but my intruding fingers, when she erupted around my digits and I could only imagine it was my cock that had plunged inside her.

“So sensitive. Are you already so close? That’s pretty quick. I can’t be the one who’s doing this to you,” I tease her a little as I keep thrusting into her, keeping a steady pace instead of rushing it. I want to savour this moment so badly, but she keeps making it hard when both her words and the responses she is giving me continue to bring out the carnal need inside me.

“You sure damn were, and you know it,” she breathlessly tells me, gasping between her words. I can feel the spasms running through her from deep within her core, so I continue pushing against it, drawing more and more of them. “It’s the long wait too. I’ve been picturing this moment for so long.”

“Only me, baby?” I tease her as I slowly pick up the pace, not even once taking my eyes off of her. With each thrust I give her, the harder she trembles, but her eyes are shining brighter with the pleasure she is feeling, coaxing me to keep giving her more. Once my question sinks in on her, she starts laughing softly and shaking her head at me.

“Do you really think I’ve been with anyone else since I met you?” she asks me with a husky voice as she lifts herself and playfully licks my face slowly along the jawline, and fuck if her teasing and confession aren’t turning me on even more.

“Don’t say things like that,” I say to her with a low groan, barely catching myself when all I ever want to do is to start fucking her senselessly. “When you say things like that, it goes right over my head—”

And then I’ll start wanting more.

—is what I am so close to say to her. Though it wouldn’t even be the truth if I ever say them out loud. Not now. Not when I already have been wanting more.

I am getting greedy, and seeing her beneath me, embracing the rush of pleasure that is flowing through her body with the way she arches and squirms with each thrust I give her, that feeling of want becomes bigger, stronger, taking up every part of my mind that I have no more willpower to deny it any longer.

Then what she says next works like a spell, when she looks up straight into my eyes with a smile that gets me so breathless and makes me feel like I am being punched right on my chest, and whispers to me, “Then make love to me, Jungkook. See for yourself that it’s true. Do it harder, faster, until I cum around you so I can show it to you. Please—”

There is no need for her to say more. Something flares wildly inside of me right the moment I hear her words. An urge, a deep hunger that I have never felt before, the need to claim her as mine. The need to feel her—not because I had no trust in her words, but because I want to make sure that she truly has the same feelings as I do.

Moving my grip down to her hips, I lift her lower region slightly from the bed and hold her up to me, positioning ourselves so I can move freely and be able to please her the way I want to. “Hang on tightly to me then, baby. I’m going to make love to you the way no one else ever could.”

I always keep my word, so I mean every word I said in my promise. Keeping a steady hold on her, I push back, giving her a chance to take a breath and be ready for me as I move my hips, rocking and thrusting into her firmly until she starts screaming my name. I can instantly feel her pussy responding to me, pulsing so intensely around my cock while her body shivers violently as our bodies are rocking together as one.

The pleasure keeps building up inside me as well and I am slowly losing it. It feels so heavenly that I almost fall apart. Yet I fight to hold on, denying my own pleasure just so I can show her how deep my hunger for her has truly grown into.

Focusing solely on helping her to reach her climax, I try to find the spot which would have her light up, and then continuously thrust my cock against it. And it doesn’t take long before her cries of pleasure start filling the room, echoing against the walls, while her inner walls are contracting around me like a fist. As she falls over the edge, I too savour the pleasuring bliss that comes engulfing me with a deep groan.

—You—

A deep, guttural moan rips out of his chest as he continues to move, thrusting deep, withdrawing and slamming into you at a rapid pace, over and over again. Then he pulls away, albeit briefly. Without looking away from you, with his eyes hooded heavily with lust, Jungkook hooks his arms under your legs, pulling them up higher so that you are nearly levitating over the bed. Once you feel like you are losing all balance, he carries on with his ministrations, and you can feel him driving further into you in this position, as he keeps going deeper and harder with each thrust of his cock.

You feel like you are floating into a blissful high when he keeps hitting against the spot that sends electrifying sparks all over your body. You can feel it reaching down to the tips of your toes, through your fluttering chest, and up to your muddled brain. Your fingers clench around his toned arms, holding on fiercely as he takes you on a wild ride that has you screaming out his name.

“Jungkook—”

You cry out when the rise of your orgasm hits you like a wave. It comes in an instant, and with your legs lifted up on his arms, you feel powerless against the impact. There is nothing that you can do to stop it when the ripples of your orgasm start flowing around you, and you can only allow yourself to fall into it, to embrace it while he is holding you in his tight grip to stop you from slipping away from him.

“I feel you, baby,” Jungkook groans as you finally come to climax, your walls convulsing around him so intensely which draws the sound of his moans. Though he keeps his pace steady, his strokes remain firm as he continues pumping in and out of you, prolonging the waves of your orgasm to make it last longer. “Let it come, baby. Cum around my cock. Fuck—you feel so good.”

It feels almost impossible to be true, but his words snap something inside you which sends you to another rippling orgasm, when you barely have a chance to come down from the previous one. His strong hands are the only ones holding you as you start thrashing against him, unable to withstand the intense waves of orgasm that keep coming over you with his relentless thrusts.

Jungkook is still rocking his hips, pushing his cock deep inside you with a rapid pace which continues for a while longer until he feels the spasms of your climax waning down to a steady tremor. He only starts slowing down then, though he is yet to stop. With his slow strokes, Jungkook keeps on going, riding your orgasm together with you instead of chasing his own.

You have no idea how he does it, when you almost believed that he was so close to reaching the edge himself. But Jungkook holds on the best he could, staying true to his words—just like he always does—of giving you a chance to embrace pleasure before he would.

Just thinking about him giving away his own need for you makes your heart swell. It brings a sense of pleasure knowing how highly he is thinking of your need. But as you look up at him, seeing the astonished look he is giving you as he is taking pleasure in seeing the expression you are making in your bliss, it doesn’t take you long to notice that there is something else missing. Something that you desire so desperately to see.

You want to see him embrace his pleasure. To see that glorious look he gives you when he is free falling into his release, and to feel the same delight and pride that he must be feeling now, when you become the one to help him find pleasure.

When Jungkook halts all movements, giving you a gentle smile as he slowly lowers your quivering legs back to the bed, you reach up to touch his face to stop him from pulling away. Thinking that you are silently asking for a kiss, Jungkook lowers himself with a soft sigh, pressing his lips on yours while he carefully starts pulling out of you.

But you stop him before he could.

Pressing the heels of your foot onto his hips, you deny him from pulling away from you. When you move beneath him, you can feel the thickness of his girth still filling you up, his cock is still hard with his denied release. There is soreness deep inside you when his girth rubs against your pussy walls, but it takes only a few more rocking of your hips before the discomfort fades and your craving starts regaining its vigour.

What you are craving most right now is to feel him filling you up with his warm release, and to be able to embrace this pleasure together at the same time.

You keep your palms on his cheeks when Jungkook pulls away from the kiss, and his eyes that are still filled with desire seem to grow darker when you whisper to him, “Don’t stop just yet. Now it’s your turn.”

Jungkook says nothing for a brief moment, but then his grin appears right before he answers you with, “Is it now?”

Nodding, you lick your lips and start rocking your hips. Jungkook looks unsure for a moment when he looks down between you. “Are you sure? Will I hurt you?”

You quickly shake your head and move your arms around his neck. “You won’t. I’m a big girl,” you whisper to him, moaning softly when your rocking escalates and his cock is once again sliding in and out of your pussy, except that you are the one riding him from below. “I want to feel you cum inside me. I want to see you”—a gasp interrupts you from speaking when he suddenly moves inside you with a gentle thrust. “I want to see your face when you cum. I always love seeing the look in your eyes when you do.”

Jungkook’s smile grows. “What do you see when that happens?”

“You. I see you,” you answer him, moaning when he continues his thrusts, keeping it slow and gentle, as he gives your body another chance to catch a little break before he would proceed to pound into you once he gives in to his needs again. It is something that you are expecting him to give you, but you also want to enjoy this tender moment, even if for just a while longer. “You always look the most beautiful when you are high with pleasure.”

“Ah—do I?” Jungkook questions you with a soft chuckle, though you can see a hint of his bashfulness when he smile, with his skin turning slightly crimson before he hides it by kissing your lips. “If it pleases you to see it, then”—he whispers between his kisses, ”might as well give you what you are asking for.”

He deepens the kiss, though he quickly pulls away to take a quick breath when he pushes into your depth and both your bodies shudder in unison. He wastes no time to go harder, immediately pounding into you with a force that shakes not only your body, but your entire world. You can tell that he is finally focusing on catching his orgasm instead of focusing solely on you, which is precisely what you want him to do.

You reach down, raking your fingers down his spine to find the dip between his back and his plump bottom and start feeling them with your thumbs. At your touch, he gasps, then his body shudders as you continue to trace down his tight, muscular ass, teasing him with your touch and a light pressure to push him towards you more.

“You like that?”

A sound similar to an astonished chuckle comes out of him. “I just fucking love feeling your hands on me—doesn’t matter where you’re touching me,” he says to you breathlessly as he continues rocking his hips. His cock slides into you deeply until you can feel the force rocking your entire body and up to your chest, and he slowly proceeds to pick up his speed. You playfully rake your nails on his skin, making him shudder once more that his thrusts grow sloppy just for a short while. “And, fuck—I love it when you rake your nails over my ass like that.”

His voice fades into a deep groan when you press his body into you and he goes deeper on the next thrust. This time, you are the one gasping in pleasure, enjoying the feeling of him pressing and thrusting steadily into your depth with his firm strokes. It doesn’t take long before you can feel him twitching inside you. The familiar feeling of his cock growing rigid and fluttering each time it goes against your sweet spot starts overwhelming you that you almost feel a smaller wave of orgasm rising again.

You try to hold back, making sure that he is the first to dive into bliss this time. Yet the moment you deny your own release, your muscles become tense around him, clamping around his cock and drawing the sound of his deep moans while the signs of your climax are making their presence known. You feel it coiling from your lower torso, ready to snap so easily with his relentless pounding.

Just when you think that this is where everything stops, when you would finally have Jungkook unravelling in his release, you feel him lifting himself up without pulling out of you. Opening your eyes to him, you meet his gaze. The question and wonder that you wish to voice out to him fade in your tongue when you see the look in his eyes, when Jungkook looks down, trailing his gaze down your body and stopping where you are joined.

There is almost no need for you to hear his intention when he smiles, knowing where this is leading to. As he gently slides his hands to your hips, holding them firmly in his grip when he slows down, dragging it quite a bit when he slides out of you before coming back in with a gentle thrust, as if he is stalling his time instead of diving straight into it.

But he doesn’t make you wait long before revealing his wish, though he soon puts you once again on the edge when he speaks them to you with that deep, dark tone of his voice which sounds like a gentle command—

“Touch yourself. Play with your clit for me.”

—Jungkook—

I am so close to coming, and I could tell that she is ready to go again too. I could feel the ripples of her orgasm, vibrating around my cock as I continue to pump in and out through her tight walls, keeping the pace to match the pulses I feel rising from the base of my cock.

No matter how many times I have felt this sensation, I don’t seem to get enough of it just yet. Perhaps not ever. That is one of the reasons why despite having savoured all the pleasure for a long time, I still don’t want to rush it to end so soon. But I also know that by now, neither of us would be able to make it if this goes on any longer. I am already hanging on the edge, and there is no doubt that she is probably sore with all the thrusting and rubbing, despite the slickness that has been building up from within her while we kept on fucking so wantonly to our heart’s desire.

Training my eyes on her face, I watch her just as she opens her eyes to look at me, silently questioning why I am denying both of our releases. An idea crosses my mind as I look down between us, watching how my cock keeps popping in and out of her wet pussy. An idea that I know she wouldn’t be able to resist as I gently whisper to her,

“Touch yourself. Play with your clit for me.”

Her eyes grow wide at my command. A beat passes by and she doesn’t make a move at first, until a tiny smile comes on her lips. As if she has already expected to hear my wish.

She releases her hold on me and reaches up, moving her fingers on herself, except that she chooses to keep her hands away from where I want them to be. Starting from her neck, she then runs those delicate fingers down her body. She moves slowly, as if taunting me with her little stunt, taking her time as she touches her breasts, playing with her mounds and those hardened nipples the way I did when I had my hands on them, before going down and plunging straight towards her center.

My eyes follow every motion as she slips two fingers around the base of my cock, feeling every inch of me left which is not covered in her warmth whereas most part of me is still buried deep inside her. The feeling she ignites in me with that single touch feels exhilarating, but it ends too soon as she moves her fingers between us and touches her clit. I continue to watch, my heart starts pounding excessively inside my chest as I wait for her to get herself off.

Her fingers twirl around her clit and her breathing speeds up. She continues playing with herself, working her touch around her swollen rosebud, pressing and rubbing herself until her body arches up, her head falls back into the pillows, then I feel her clenching tightly around my cock.

She is finally there.

“You are so fucking hot,” I moaned deeply and—without giving her any warning—I start to move, thrusting my cock in and out of her pussy without ever slowing down. “And you’re already there. I can feel it.”

My fingers are holding her up tightly at her hips, while she has one hand clutching at my forearm, her nails digging into my skin, and the other hand is still lodged between us, her fingers working around her clitoris. Every hard thrust that I am giving her is followed with a twirl of her fingers on her clit until her whole body grows tense and I feel her climax coiling from inside her hot core.

It takes me intense restraints to keep going until she comes again, to hear her cry over and over again as she succumbs to her pleasure, and then I finally let myself go. An unfamiliar sound comes right out of my chest as I am falling into my release, as I am coming harder than I ever have before. And I am not in it alone. Her entire body rocks and trembles, while one last, final strained cry slips right out of her lips as she convulses with an intense orgasm that pushes me over the limit.

For a brief moment, it feels like I am being sent to another place. The pleasure that comes over me feels like an otherworldly experience that I almost forget to take a deep breath. It feels like I am free-falling and floating at the same time, with merely her touch anchoring me to her.

Yet our connection is enough to bring me back to her once the sparks lighting up inside me start to calm down.

My heartbeat seems to race a mile a minute when I finally start breathing normally again, though still heavy after the long, rigorous fucking we just had. I barely have my eyes open when my body slumps to the side, falling right beside her with her rolling with me as she is still wrapped around me, our limbs entangled with each other as we fall and I am still deep inside her. Our bodies remain connected with the remnants of our intense climax pulsing against each other, and neither one of us is making a move to let go.

—You—

Both of you are sweaty. Your body is completely sated and spent, and you feel like every muscle in your body has turned into rubber. You have no energy to move, much less to push him away, with your chest still heaving deeply as if there is not even air in your lungs. And while you feel extremely hot, you feel no urge to come apart from him.

He feels heavy and warm with his arms wrapped around your body, while your legs are still wrapped around his hips. It feels weird to be entangled in this angle, when a part of you just wants to lie down and relax, but you also feel oddly comfortable in his embrace that you have no desire to move in any way.

The only thing you do, once your breathing becomes calmer, is to look at him. You have often seen him from up close, but never this close. Never with the chance to completely marvel at the sight that you enjoy seeing the most out of him.

The peaceful look on his face as he is lying quietly beside you, chest to chest. The satiated glow that you see even as he keeps his eyes closed gives you a sense of serenity that you seem to have been missing in life for a long while.

Jungkook opens his eyes while you are lost in the sight of him, showing you a warm gaze that seems so pleasant to look at. Instead of letting you go, his hands move to your back to hold you close to his chest.

“I don’t want to part from you just yet,” he whispers with a voice that sounds so soft you just want to cuddle further into his chest.

You remain where you are instead, keeping your hands on his bare chest when you question him, “What should we do then?”

Something flickers in his eyes when he hears what you are asking of him. Something that seems so wicked and sinful it gets your heartbeat racing. Yet his action shows something different when he finally moves, making you question what he may have in mind. Jungkook frames your face with his big and gentle hands as he looks at you, and starts caressing your cheeks with his thumbs. Being this close and having him looking at you this way, a thought suddenly dawns on you.

You have felt a deep connection with him even before this night. Now, all you can sense is how much stronger that connection feels when you are being embraced this way, when he makes you feel so cared for and loved.

It stirs your emotions just for thinking about this. When you suddenly think about that specific word.

Loved.

Would it be too much for you to think that far ahead so soon, or to even think about that word at all during this kind of moment? You quickly try to qualm this odd feeling that suddenly shows up before it gets a chance to grow stronger, or bigger, not knowing what would happen later between the two of you once this fateful night is over.

With a gentle rub of his fingers across your lips, Jungkook brings your attention back to him. You have no idea what kind of expression he is reading on your face, but it is obvious that he notices your mind wandering, even if a part of you is still here, entwined with his presence.

“I feel like I should propose an idea that involves us just lying still like this, relaxing, holding each other until we fall asleep.”

His words draw a smile to your face. Not because of how tempting his offer had sounded, but because you can see in his eyes that he wasn’t being sincere when he talked about making such an offer.

“But?”

“But—” he starts to answer, stopping as he looks down between your bodies and smiles. It takes a moment for you to realise what he is seeing, when you feel what his gaze is trying to point out, the moment you feel your hips moving slightly against him. Though instead of pulling away, you are subtly moving even closer to him, as if your body has its own intention of showing you what it needs, or it is giving you the answer you needed for your silent wonderings. And Jungkook can see it before you do.

“I think,” —he sighs, as he moves his hips in tandem with your rocking, pushing his cock back into your depth. “Our bodies are trying to say things differently.”

Just as he says those words, a flutter appears inside you, and it suddenly feels that you can sense him everywhere; his presence filling you up from within, his warmth that is engulfing you, and his touch—the way his fingers are rubbing and pressing on your skin which quickly draws your own body to start rocking together with him.

You have expected that he would have grown flaccid by now, yet you are feeling full just for having him inside you. And as the slow rocking continues, the more you feel the length of his cock rubbing against your over-sensitive walls, the more you feel him growing stiff and rigid. His cock seems to be coming back to life inside you, with subtle throbs of his blood pumping from the base to the tip. You can feel those pulses growing across the length of his cock as he pulls out slightly out of you. But the next time he returns to fill you, his thrust comes almost twice as hard as he has grown completely firm and hard again as he pushes into your depth. The sudden change feels so impactful when you are still so sensitive down below that you inadvertently wince, causing Jungkook to immediately stop when he notices this.

“Am I hurting you?” he immediately asks you.

“No, I’m just”—you gently sigh. “Just a bit sore, that’s all. I’m okay.”

He frowns and tries to pull out, but you quickly stop him. “No, don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

Jungkook doesn’t move, yet he looks conflicted and worried. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he says as he gently places his hands on your waist. Knowing that he can decide to pull away any time, you hug him close and kiss the corner of his lips to ease his mind.

“You won’t. Just go slow. I’ll tell you if I’m not feeling okay.”

Jungkook sighs. You can tell that the motors in his head are running as he is thinking deeply about this, though you are starting to see him getting convinced as he looks deeply into your eyes and finds none of your doubt in them.

“Promise?”

You nod, and he kisses your lips in return. He does it more gently this time, followed by the languid rocking as he takes it slowly to move in and out of you. Still, his action is enough to leave you gasping once the pleasure that had just turned into a murmur begins to rise again, growing more and more even if it doesn’t feel as intense as before. The sensation seems to have been diluted after experiencing multiple orgasms in the same night and within a short period of time, but it is still there, still pleasant to feel and experience, and it leads you to want more.

Getting lost in the feeling of bliss from the kiss and the few more slow and clumsy rocking of the hips, Jungkook easily flips your bodies again until you are lying beneath him. But instead of proceeding further, he stops at the sound of your soft groan when you feel his weight pressing you down and makes you an offer, “Want to go on top? That way you can decide how fast or how slow we can go.”

“I can try,” you say to him, though you are feeling quite unsure about it. With his hands gripping tightly on your hips, Jungkook flips the both of you again until he is on his back, surprising you when he manages to do it without slipping out of you, keeping the two of you joined together. Though once you are on top, with your legs straddling around his body, it feels like his cock is piercing deeper that you can feel him throughout your whole body. The tip of his cock seems to be poking so deep that you can feel its force reaching all the way up to your stomach, while his girth feels even more rigid as you slide down his length.

At first, you try to do it slowly, with your knees sinking into the bed on either side of his body, your palms resting on his bare chest to hold yourself up, while he helps you with his hands on your waist as he guides you to slide up and down his cock. But as the rush of pleasure starts surging through your body, your legs begin to shake, making it hard to hold up your weight when your knees have already grown so weak that you fall onto his chest.

“Jungkook, I”—a gasp stops you from speaking, but you hold on still until you can talk again, ”I don’t think I can do it. My legs won’t listen to me.”

Jungkook’s chest rumbles with his low chuckle. “Don’t worry, I got you,” he says as he kisses the top of your head and gently rubs your waist, while you suddenly feel warm in the chest after hearing him speak.

It’s those words again.

The same words that he has always said to you and to have you place all of your faith in him. The words which seem to act like an enchantment whenever he speaks them to you, because it helps you to give yourself completely to him and to the moment you are sharing together.

You lift yourself up slightly to look at his face and smile. “I know you do,” you whisper to him. “You always do.”

Jungkook returns your smile with a grin, and in a blink of an eye, you find yourself being flipped to your back with Jungkook hovering above you. “Hang on to me one last time, baby,” he says. “We’ll go slow”—he says with a kiss, “And this’ll be a short one. But I’ll make sure to make it sweet for you.”

His words draw a smile to your face, which fades as your mouth falls open to a moan when he suddenly thrusts back into you. Seems like the short break that the two of you just took had been more than enough to give him a chance to regain his energy, and he continues moving, starting slow during his first couple of strokes, until your fingers find his skin and you clench tightly onto him to hold on.

“Keep going—” you start chanting between your moans, as now that the soreness and displeasure you felt in your body are long gone, there is nothing that you want more but to have him take you to another ride until you are crying in pleasure. It wouldn’t take so long for him to be able to give it to you this time when your body can feel everything, with your muscles still so sensitive that the spasms of your climax are coming back alive so rapidly with just a few thrusts.

Jungkook listens, and immediately picks up his pace, continuing where he left off while keeping watch on you the entire time. Always with a concerned look appearing in his eyes and his sharp attention fully on you, unwilling to miss any single sign of discomfort coming out of you. Though he really has nothing to worry about. Not when the only thing that exists is the piercing pleasure running through your body, as his forceful strokes are taking you so high in bliss, triggering a powerful orgasm that is rising so quickly inside you like a tidal wave, so much so that you are simply allowing yourself to fall into it with a scream erupting out of you.

“You feel so good, Jungkook. So perfect,” you cry out to him between your moans.

Those words seem to spark something primal in him, and he drives into you with a fierce thrust, his body shuddering and his eyes blinking closed for a second before he opens them to lock his gaze with yours. “You feel so hot, baby. So tight,” he moans, before he carefully lifts your legs onto his shoulders, putting you into a position where you are most vulnerable. This position also allows him to go deeper into you than anyone has ever been, and it feels glorious, if not for the fact you also feel like you are melting under the heat of his ministrations.

His eyes never leave yours as he presses the pad of his thumb right on your clit, all while keeping up the relentless pace of his rocking even as you shudder fiercely under his touch. Soon enough, you are coming again before you even have the chance to completely recuperate from the last time he sent you to climax. As you tremble roughly in your release, he is right there with you, falling into his own release with a deep groan that starts from deep inside him.

Thrusting deeply, he throws his head back, his eyes are closed and his jaw is tense as he comes. You keep your eyes open the entire time to see it. You have never once seen anything that is more magnificent than the sight of him being so lost in passion like this. How he seems so lost in you. You can only admire silently how he is succumbing to his release with utter pleasure written all over his face, and it gives you nothing else but pride knowing that you are the one doing this to him.

It takes a while for both of you to come down from your climax this time, with both of your energies drained and your bodies spent that it almost feels like the shuddering bliss will never fade away.

Once Jungkook seems to have recovered quite well, he opens his eyes and slowly releases your legs. Both of them are still quivering in the aftermath of your release, but he is gentle and careful as he lowers them to the bed. He makes no move to slip away, so you wrap your arms around him and hold him close to you while you are breathing heavily, struggling to catch your breath. He stays buried inside you as you both pulse with the aftershocks coming from your climax. With a deep sigh, Jungkook nuzzles his face in the nook of your neck, a subtle move which feels so intimate it draws your heartbeat to pound faster. His heavy breathing falling against your skin sets off goosebumps rising through your body, your nipples tightening against his chest, and the spasms of your climax growing a bit more intense between your legs.

Jungkook’s hips suddenly twitch and he groans against your skin. “Do it again.”

Still breathless, and your mind feels foggy with pleasure, you can only hum in return. “Hmmm? What did I do?”

“Your pussy—” he moans softly. “Tighten your pussy around my cock.”

Surprised to hear his filthy words when he sounds quite exhausted and while you are embracing one another, a gasp slips from you. But it is barely surprising just how much it is turning you on to hear it. Taking pleasure in seeing his reaction, you do exactly what he says, giving him what he wants as you flex and tighten your muscles around him.

“Fuck—” he groans, and you can instantly feel as if you are completely full when he grows hard inside you. As if you are both sharing the same mind, and your bodies have become one, he is suddenly moving again, his hips rocking in small increments and in the same rhythm as the pulses that are forming deep down below. And with each rock of his hips, your desire comes to wake, making you burn with the need to have him pounding into you again.

“Fuck me, Jungkook. Take me again,” you begin pleading with him when you feel him holding back.

You are completely sore, and your body has barely recovered from your previous climax, but you just cannot fight the need when you are already there. Once again, you tighten your internal muscles around him, knowing that it drives him crazy. It draws a low groan out of his lips, cursing under his breath as he starts to move again, starting with small thrusts, knowing that you would be sore.

But then you do it again, clenching your muscles around him so he knows how much you want him. When the first pulse of your pleasure flutters around his cock, he completely forgets about wanting to go slow and careful and begins to pound into you the way you need him to. Wild and unfettered, enough to knock the air right out of your chest that you can only release a series of breathless moans as you take in everything.

Wrapping one arm around your shoulders, Jungkook holds you up against his chest and reaches down with his other hand to grasp your ass, keeping you pressed against him as he pumps in and out of you in a series of sloppy thrusts. Then he bends down, his mouth taking claim of your nipple, sucking on it before biting it hard, sparking your orgasm instantly that makes you convulse wildly in his hold.

He thrusts into you deeply, pushing hard into your depth as he comes to his climax. Though the shared orgasm isn’t quite as intense as the previous one, it still feels magical, when you can feel each throb and every pulse happening from both of your bodies, as if you are completely joined together.

Exhausted and sated, Jungkook sags down against your body, before bringing you down with him as he falls onto the bed. Holding you in his arms, Jungkook keeps breathing heavily as his whole body continues to rock and shudder in the aftermath of his climax, until you feel him slowly coming down from his high with you slipping into a sense of tranquillity while you are melting into his embrace.

—Jungkook—

For a while, we simply stay where we are, neither of us has any intention to move. We just lie in my bed, arms wrapped around each other, still joined as we pulse with the aftershocks of our intense lovemaking.

Lovemaking. Is that really what we are going to call it?

What we had was so perfect that I still feel as if I’m dreaming. But the way her body seems to merge into mine feels so right, and so real. Just as real as my heartbeat which is still pounding rapidly in my chest. We continue to lie still against one another until she subtly shifts beneath me, moaning in discomfort under my weight. Reluctantly, I push myself up and slowly pull out of her, but not without kissing her neck and jaw to distract her from it. By the time I am freed from her clutch, I capture her lips, swallowing the sigh that she continues making in her contentment.

She lies sideways when I drop right next to her, unable to look away from her face. Seeing her like this, with the afterglow of our rigorous lovemaking that brings a sense of warmth in my chest knowing that I am the one who brought it out of her, a sudden rush overcomes me, and I am filled with fear that she would suddenly step out of my life forever when I want her with me always.

“I can’t get enough of you,” the words come out of my lips through a whisper before I can stop myself, and it seems to bring quite an effect on her when her eyes grow wide for a moment before she looks at me with a bashful smile. That shy smile has always managed to sweep me off of my feet without her realising it. “I mean it,” I say to her before she says a thing. “I think you may have succeeded to cast a spell on me. All you have to do is give me one look, speak one word to me, and I am on my knees to give you everything you need.”

Her eyes flutter to close briefly as she gives me a lazy smile. “After what we’ve done? All of that? It would be a lie to say that I don’t believe you.”

Her comment makes me laugh. It does seem inconceivable that we were able to go for so long. Even when it felt like we needed a break, our bodies kept giving in so easily to our desire that we just kept on going. And going. Perhaps, if neither of us had no need for air and our bodies were not burning with sweat and fatigue, we would still be going at it right about now.

Merely recalling our passionate tryst is easy to draw my attention back to her, and my eyes begin trailing down her body. That afterglow of her pleasure seems to be calling for me, and she is indeed quite an astonishing sight to see. Her skin, covered in the sheer glow of her sweat and heat, continues to draw me in. I cannot resist the urge to touch her, and I soon find myself caressing her gently with the tip of my fingers.

I slide my fingers down to her waist, then her hips, and my eyes fall on her parted legs, still quivering slightly after I thoroughly made love to her while pouring all of my desire. But what draws my attention is what appears between them—her pussy that still seems wet and swollen at the folds, and the sight of my cum leaking out of her.

The sheets may have grown soiled with our sweat and the evidence of our rough lovemaking now dropping from her center, yet I could care less about any of it. The way my white cum is flooding out of her draws some kind of pull on me. A possessiveness that is taking control over me that I just want to reach out and touch her there.

And that is exactly what I do next.

Using the tips of my fingers, I gently trace her hot skin, right around her folds. She twitches slightly under my touch, yet she doesn’t move or push my hand away from her. My eyes remain on the mess between her legs as I gather the cum that keeps leaking out of her, rubbing the slickness around her skin before I gently push them back into her sweet folds. A soft gasp comes out of her lips when I touch her where she is still throbbing and still so sensitive, yet I cannot get myself to stop. On instinct, I push my cum back inside her, while my thumb finds her clit, drawing out her strained cry, while my gentle touch draws out whatever may still remain in her depth after her intense climax. The moment her legs begin to quiver, and the sound of her gasp reaches me, that is when I finally stop, suddenly afraid that she may have grown overly sensitive that my touch would only hurt her.

“Jungkook—” she whines when I pull away. I am still in limbo, my mind feels foggy with how fierce the desire I have for her is taking over me that I barely notice it when she grips my wrist, stopping me from pulling my hand away completely.

With her hooded eyes on me, she brings my hand to her lips, and she begins licking my soiled fingers, tasting the mixture of my release and hers which I have gathered from her pussy.

Seeing her like this, to watch her giving in to her carnal need as she is licking my fingers clean with soft moans coming out of her, and with her eyes never looking away from me, it brings out the emotions which have been building inside me, making it stronger, causing my heartbeat to start pumping so hard in my chest. Then, as she leans closer to me, sighing softly while moaning my name, that feeling grows so intense inside me that I almost feel like it is going to burst right out of my chest.

Unable to resist it any longer, I take her in my arms and kiss her with everything that I have in me. There is something akin to a dark passion that appears so rampant brewing inside my chest, a deep need to touch and feel her and to never let go. At first, I had thought that this fire in me would just die down once I made love to her, once I find out how glorious it is to feel myself buried inside her heat and feel her coming around me, but I was proven wrong. Instead, it just keeps on growing and multiplying into a new decree. It has been rising so rapidly ever since she agreed to join me and revealed to me her true desire at the club’s events, and it is now becoming stronger that we are finally together.

I could only hope that she feels the same way.

The curiosity I have about her feelings and the desire to make her mine are clawing at me the more she leans into me that I can no longer hold myself from asking, “Will it be possible for us to see if there is something that exists here between us more than just hormones?”

“What?” she softly asks me as she pulls away so she can look at me. “What are you saying?”

Seeing the way she is looking at me, I suddenly feel like I want to punch my own face for being so blunt, and for doing it so abruptly. But at the same time, I find no remorse for bringing this up right now when she is looking at me with intrigue and curiosity in her eyes instead of apprehension. It should be giving me hope that she appears to be considering it, yet the doubtful feeling that has been haunting me keeps poking at me, making me question if this is truly the right time for us to be talking about something like this.

“I’m sorry. I probably shouldn’t be talking about this when our brains are completely fried and we’re in terrible need of some sleep,” I try to change the topic and make her forget about my random question with a nervous chuckle, yet she doesn’t seem to buy it.

I can tell that she can see my self-doubt when she reaches up and places her palms on my cheeks, denying me the chance to look away or to take back what I was trying to ask her. “Tell me what you’re thinking,” she says, and her words encourage me to finally tell her the whole truth. I shift on the bed and prop myself up on my elbow so I can speak to her more properly while looking at her.

“I want to be honest with you. I feel like I need to—after everything we’ve shared,” I begin, feeling quite unsure at first until I look at her in the eyes and gain more confidence to continue, “I’m not sure if it’s just me, and I have a feeling that you share this with me even if you haven’t truly realised it yet. But after sharing all of these—moments, between us. All the intimate sessions we had either with the club or when it was just the two of us, the little dates we had, the fun experiments that we tried together—”

Her smile appears just then, drawing my own to grow knowing that she is recalling all of those moments as I mention them, and I continue on, “What I’ve learned from them so far is how good we have been together, both in sharing our passion, even the darkest ones that we’ve never shared anyone else before, and also in sharing our thoughts with each other. I feel like I can always be myself when I am with you, without worrying about hiding my faults and flaws and disappointing you by showing my true self. On the other hand—” I cannot hold back from touching her, and I reach out to brush my thumb across her cheek, “—you have made me feel like the luckiest bastard alive with how open you have been with me about sharing all of this. I’ve been growing greedy, to be honest, and I hate thinking about you doing the same thing with anyone else.”

I am not entirely sure how she would feel as I reveal this to her. The only thing that I can hope for is that I don’t sound too creepy for revealing how badly I want her to be with me only. Yet she still looks at me the same way. In fact, she now has a soft smile on her face that has been growing more visible as she patiently listens to my confessions.

“All I’m saying is—” I carefully add when she remains quiet, “I really want us to continue what we’ve been doing together, except I only want to keep this between the two of us, and hopefully, we can find something else, something that is beyond our need and what our hormones are telling us to find when we’re together.”

I have my palm gently pressing on her cheek right this moment and she reaches up to it, placing her hand above mine when she asks me, “Is that really what you want?”

“It is,” I answer with a sigh. “To tell you the truth, it’s been killing me how much I wanted to tell you how I feel. This is really new to me, as I’ve never—even once—felt this way before. I’ve never wanted something so badly before. Never once I’ve wanted someone more in my life the way I want it with you.”

Her eyes grow clearer as she listens to me admitting this, while at the same time, her gaze grows softer. There is a subtle twitch on the corner of her lips which tells me that she is holding back her smile, which is making me feel more hopeful. Once again, I find myself being encouraged to say more, to lay myself bare right in front of her so she can see everything—what my heart desires the most, aside from the carnal need that I have so openly shared with her.

“The first time I kissed you? I’ve never felt my body coming awake like it did right that moment. I guess I can say that it was at that moment I knew,” I say to her as I remember the first time I kissed her lips, when my whole body lighted up as if I had been asleep for a long time and she was bringing me back to life again. As she hears this confession of mine, her bashful smile appears on her face, and she tries to hide the warmth growing on her cheek by lowering her face. But I refuse to let her as I tilt her chin up, making her see my smile.

“Jungkook, I—” she begins to speak, and I can almost see her mind going a mile a minute as she seems to be thinking deeply about this. It is hard to read her when she is like this, and I suddenly feel deeply worried that I might have been pushing it too soon, and I might be scaring her for wanting more.

But she surprises me yet again when she suddenly snatches me down. With her arms around my neck, she pulls me to her until I am almost back on top of her, and then she steals a kiss, one that is so gentle I barely feel it, yet it is enough to make me feel warm in the chest. “I’m sorry, but I feel a bit overwhelmed right now that I have no idea what to say.”

I can’t help but smile hearing this, especially when she softly sighs into the kiss when she presses her lips onto mine, and she relaxes against me instead of growing tense. “No pressure, baby. I’m so sorry for throwing this on you so soon. It’s totally up to you. I can go at your pace if you want to. Only if you want to,” I whisper to her, and when I can no longer resist her charm, I lean down, dropping soft open-mouthed kisses on her neck. Her breath hitches for a touch, and I can feel her body shivering under each touch of my lips and each teasing lick of my tongue on her skin, which only encourages me to give her more. “Whatever you want, baby. Anything. Whenever you want it.”

“I want—” she begins to answer me with a gasp, and I reluctantly pull back, just to give her a chance to gain a clear sound of mind to give me an answer.

“Tell me,” I say to her with a whisper, and I watch as her eyes are fluttering open, and she looks at me with a softness in her gaze that makes me want to hold her tight in my arms.

“I want it. I want it all,” she finally says, and my heartbeat starts picking up, while I am overcome with relief. Especially when she quickly adds, “You’re right. I feel it too, and I want to have more with you. I want to experience more things, and maybe see where this is heading.”

“How much more?” I ask her with a soft voice, while I am already leaning in to kiss her.

“Everything. As long as I’m with you.” She stops just before I get to kiss her lips, when she suddenly pouts at me. “I also hate thinking about you doing these things with someone else.”

Just as she says those words, I can feel my heart soaring through the sky, pure relief and joy overcome my entire soul for knowing that she feels the same way as I do, and for knowing that I am not crazy for seeing the subtle signs that she has been giving me about her true feelings.

When I take her in my arms again, that feeling of relief overflows the sweet kiss that we share. Her hands move from my shoulders, then down to my chest, undoubtedly feeling my steady heartbeat as she presses her palms over it before moving up to cup my face. I tilt my head as our kiss deepens and our tongues dance together. We kiss until we are breathless, pulling away briefly only to take a quick breath though our lips are still pressing against each other’s skin, neither of us wanting to break apart, then we dive back again for another, yet much gentler kiss.

Once we are done, the burning desire we felt and had been sated through our heated lovemaking comes back only with a gentle flutter. It comes to us like a calming wave, and what overcomes me next is a new sensation that stirs my entire soul. If I had thought I have been alive this entire time, I was completely wrong. As I watch her as she embraces this feeling with a sigh, I know that she is feeling it too. Our gazes meet each other, and we look at one another with a smile.

Seems like there is something real that has existed between us this entire time, after all. We have just been too blinded by our wicked hormones to see it.

Author's Note | Thank you for reading, and thank you for being so patient with me. It has been a long ride with this story and I have a ton of things to say to everyone who has been loving and supporting me until this day. An epilogue and an afterword is coming. Until then, please leave a like and comment to let me know what you think about this update. See you soon!

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