53

I have a serious complaint to raise.

Why the fuck couldn't rich people make their bathroom functions straight and easy? Why the hell did they have weirdly twisting water taps and a thousand buttons in the shower? I hated it. In fact, this wasn't how I wanted to act in my boyfriend's bathroom on the first night. Such pathetic behaviour. My ego died a little trying to shut the showerhead off.

After a thirty-minute battle in his bathroom, I finally tiptoed out of there, swaddled in his warm clothes and my freshly bought underwear. Good thinking, Jeon.

The warm water had helped me stabilise but I was still shivering a bit when I walked back into the living room. The smell of hot cocoa filled the air. My stomach lurched because I fucking hungry all of a sudden.

I knew that this man was doing it on purpose. Why else would he be topless and flex his muscles like a giant slut? Two cups were steaming in front of him, and he gently stirred them.

"Do you..." I began and he looked up, finding me awkwardly managing the turban on my head, which I had created using another one of his t-shirts.

He took a quick scan of my waddling legs making it to him. I stopped short by the counter, caught by the sweet smell of his body wash and the cocoa in succession. My nostrils were confused. This man was a fucking whore.

"Do you have a hair dryer, or should her ladyship await death by pneumonia?"

His locks were still damp. I guessed he didn't know the importance of a warm dryer to fizzle the cold out of you. He passed a cup of hot cocoa towards me.

"Here, have some. I'll get the dryer." He smiled and walked back inside.

I stood there in his absolutely quiet house, taking a sip from the warm cup. My chest relaxed as soon as the heat hit. I groaned, taking another large sip. Fuck. I was too cold.

I licked the remnants of the liquid off my lips when he walked back with a black sleek-looking hair dryer. From the looks of it, I was going to have trouble with the buttons on this one too.

I had to downgrade some of the things in this house quickly if I wanted to run the long race with Mr Live Wires - Strategist, Kang Haerin.

"Thanks." I took the dryer from him, already twisting it around to analyse its working. The buttons were simpler to understand, but there was no wire on the dryer. How the fuck was I going to plug it in?

"It's a chargeable one. Works on batteries." He said and switched it on for me, making the air whoosh out so fast I gasped and jerked into the counter.

What a fucked up house.

"Okay," I murmured.

He picked up his cup of hot cocoa and leaned his hip on the kitchen counter. "Go on."

His eyes were examining me. I was chicken steak right now and I knew it. This man was just sizing me up. But he wasn't doing it lustfully. It was just pure dissection at a surgeon's table.

"Here?" I raised my eyebrows.

"I cannot have you succumb to pneumonia." His lips curled. I rolled my eyes and stepped away from the kitchen towards the spread of the living room.

My fingers wobbled, combing through my hair and drying it with the warm air. I warmed my neck and my face too, bending low to throw my hair upside down and do it the right way. From across the kitchen counter, Jungkook's eyes never left me. He was savouring me whole like that. I bet he liked what he was seeing. His eyes hovered over my clothes, my hair and then travelled just low enough for me to press my knees harder into each other.

I blushed and tried to look away but he was already moving towards me.

"Here. Let me." Jungkook appeared, taking the dryer from me.

I threw my hair back and fluffed it up a bit. "Are you judging me for my pufferfish hair? Is that why you're offering help?"

"Touché." He smirked.

I perched on the end of the L-shaped sofa in the living room, my cheeks flushed as he drove his fingers through my hair, drying them.

"Ah..." I groaned when the warmth hit the side of my face. My shoulders relaxed. "It feels good. It's so warm. Ten on ten, Mr Jeon."

"Don't Mr Jeon me now. That's not gonna work in bed." His fingers brushed around the rim of my ear and the back of my neck.

I bit my lip, blushing hard. "Oh?" I sneered. "I'll make it work, don't worry, Mr Jeon."

He chuckled behind me, switching the machine off and giving it a final stroke as if I was in a hairstylist's salon. I tried to feel my hair and it was all dry. "You're pretty good at this." I glanced up, getting distracted by his body for a weak moment.

His muscles were pecked.

Oh lord, help this little girl. I was about to faint from the seduction.

He caught me looking for a second but looked away, realising what was happening.

"I know. I've done this before." He pomped, picking his cup up and dragging a sip.

"With who?" I scowled.

"My mother." He sat next to me on the sofa. I softly rubbed my hands together.

Right, Haerin. Of course, his mom. Unless it was a blatant lie. It had to be. He had to have girlfriends he did this for. Surely.

"Want me to turn up the heat?"

"Huh?" My head snapped at him, eyes widened.

He pointed at my hands. "You're getting cold."

"Oh."

FUCK.

"Oh," I said again and looked at my bastard hands. "No, I'm fine. I'm better after the dryer and the hot cocoa."

I was, in fact, not fucking fine.

Turn up the heat? Who says it like that? Apparently, the slut next to me does.

"I'm saying this too late but you've got a nice apartment." I chirped, looking around the place. "And it's so clean. How do you do that?"

"Thank you for the compliment." He formally bowed his head. "And I have house help every morning after I leave for work."

"Do you?" I turned to him, blinking. "That must be so expensive. Do they cook for you too?"

"If I tell them to." He nodded, taking another sip, flexing his biceps. I swear they had eyes. They were looking at me and judging me hard.

"But cleaning up this house isn't an unpaid job." I agreed, nodding because I understood the need. "So yes, good for you. I like your place."

"You're welcome whenever."

I blushed softly and bit my lip, trying to kick my feet because yes, this was my boyfriend's place and I had every right to be here. Heck yeah.

"Is your cocoa the same as mine?" I glanced at his mouth when he drank from it.

"I'm sure I made it the same." He tried to tease but I grabbed it before he could take another sip.

"The last sip is mine." I declared and tried to down it too fast for my own good. It leaked out of my mouth and rolled off to my neck and the t-shirt I was wearing.

"Fuck." I hissed, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand and glanced at Jungkook guiltily, "I ruined your t-shirt. Sorry—"

Jungkook's body booted towards mine, pulling my wrist away from my chin. Before I could blink, his hand latched on my jaw and his mouth was devouring mine. I tried to breathe and sit up but he had already taken the cup from me and put it on the table, his hands grabbing my waist and pressing me into his torso. His tongue licked the chocolate from the corners of my mouth like wasting it was sin.

I grabbed his shoulders, opening my mouth and angling it to his. My tongue slid in, making my heart hammer in my chest and my knees tremble beneath me. He growled as if pleased by that. His hands lifted me up and placed me on his lap. My knees bracketed his hips, straddling him with our cores touching. I writhed from the contact. It was too sudden and hard. His arousal was very indecently bulging beneath me. My heat began throbbing as if it had a heart of its own.

He leaned on the sofa, both his hands sliding lower until the chunks of my buttocks were in his hands. He squeezed and pushed me harder. His hips bucked once and we both waited to moan from the sheer exhilaration. My eyes almost fluttered shut and the sound of my voice was akin to me sobbing. I didn't even know what the fuck kind of moan that was.

He rutted faster over his tracks for the next one, his mouth catching my neck and trailing down in breathless teethings. My chest heaved quicker, body arching into his. My entire body was throbbing from the way he felt. I wanted to die and scream and report him and kidnap him at the same time.

"Fuck..." I breathed, twisting my arms around his neck to get more support in staying there and not slipping off.

"Fuck—" a shrill note echoed there when he pushed himself harder, humping against me. The heat between my legs made me squeeze my knees. But all I squeezed was the lump in his pants. I couldn't even control it. I squealed because that sensation was an HR violation.

"You—really—" he grabbed the back of my head and rammed my mouth into his. "You're squeezing me too much. Fuck, Haerin—"

I trembled, trying to loosen my knees, "Sorry, sorry—" I said between the kisses, blushing harder thinking I hurt him there. "I didn't mean—"

"Fuck, you brat squeeze me!" He rutted one more time dragging it.

I almost giggled, my breath catching in my throat when his fingers sank beneath my t-shirt. His fingers were warm against my body. I whimpered shamelessly and dug my head into the crook of his neck. I wanted it harder. I was scared. Too scared because this felt way too real but the way my body was offering itself up for more was blowing the daylights out of me.

"Mmm..." I whimpered again and he caught the hook of my bra underneath the t-shirt. My breath hastened.

This was my favourite part. Oh my goodness. I was praying in my head that he would do my breasts well because this was my biggest turn-on factor.

He didn't undo the hooks, instead, his hands trailed back down and under the t-shirt—slowly rising towards my naked waist. I wanted to tear his hair and scream DO IT DO IT! But all I could do was gasp and shift when his hands crawled higher.

"W—wait," I gasped, my knees shaking but they couldn't stop trying to close around him. He was playing. I knew it. He was trying to peak me a bit so that I could enjoy it when he actually touched them. I knew it. This bastard. Only if his dick wasn't important right now, I would have actually kicked him in the nuts.

"Shh," his tongue dragged over my nape, the hot chocolate on his breath in my ear, "I'm just trying to feel you."

Feel me? FEEL ME? WAS THIS MAN KIDDING ME OR WHAT?

I clutched his shoulders tighter, frustrated and holding back from bashing my closed fist on his head.

His fingers lingered at the band of my bra, hovering, searching as if his hands had eyes that couldn't see in the dark. I tried to breathe and tried not to sound like I was sobbing for it. But I could do nothing. I was a fucking failure there.

But then—oh, god—his hand found my chest. Skin-on-skin. I wanted to cry out in pleasure. He looped his fingers and pulled the lace down, palming them.

I threw my neck back, body arching into it. A shrill squeal left me. He smirked on my collarbone, kissing it when he realised how much I liked it.

His thumb rolled at the peak of my nipples, before twisting them and pinching them up.

"God..." He moaned, squeezing them, "You're perfect..."

I dragged and fell flat on his torso, my hair sticking to his naked chest, dampening from the perspiration. "Don't—don't say cheesy shit when your hands are under my t-shirt."

He grinned against my neck, suckling on it as his hands worked.

My body jolted when he rutted hard.

"You bastard!" I punched his arm, my cries scattering into another whimper.

His fist closed around my breasts, "What?" He smirked, his voice breathy as he squashed them together.

"Erm..." My voice trembled, my hips involuntarily moving, aligned with his.

"I'll suck them for you." He offered, eyes glistening with filthy mischievousness.

I breathed softly, eyes snapping up to his, "I'll go back home if you make me wait."

"Fuck, no," he groaned and lifted me higher. With a swift pull, he ducked his head underneath my t-shirt.

"St—Stop! Ahh!" I wailed, scrambling to catch him but his head was gone. I couldn't even see him. But his mouth found my nip underneath the t-shirt. He caught it in his teeth and then sucked, pulling at the skin, tongue twirling around it.

"Fuck—fuck!" I tried to balance myself, but he opened his legs wider to let me adjust and not fall.

My breathing hastened.

He switched between them, sucking the entire mound into his mouth like a damned snake. My hips betrayed me, angling against his as he continued using his mouth. I tried to claw at his shoulders, trying to get some sort of grip in this because hell, I was losing it. "You're...insane..." I weakly protested, trying to push his shoulders.

"I'm not stopping." He grunted, suckling on. Every time he opened his mouth to suckle me more, a hungry growl vibrated through him, shaking me up too. "Fuck..." He rutted harder, heat pooling up between my legs. His teeth bit around the bulge of my breast, making me jolt a few times. "...all of you...perfect..."

It was so embarrassing, and I hated him like a bitch right now, but oh god, I didn't want him to stop. He knew what he was doing and that had to be the best thing. I didn't have to explain shit. But I was going to have to lecture him after this.

He pulled his head out of the t-shirt and found my mouth again. I whimpered weakly, my hips craving friction I couldn't even admit that I wanted. He travelled down my neck and all I could give him was a whimpering surrender.

"Wait—what are you—" I tried to protest when he caught the hem of the t-shirt.

He smirked and then pulled it off me quickly, throwing it aside. His eyes hungrily slid over to my lace bra hanging loose from my shoulders.

"You bitch ass pervert..."

He gripped my wrists to stop me from punching him, his eyes sizing me up reverently, "You look good like this, Haerin."

Ugh. Did he want me to flip my hair and give an autograph or what?

I tried to roll my eyes but he grabbed me by the thighs and lifted me up. I latched my arms around his neck, gasping. "Hey! What the fuck—slow down!"

He didn't slow down.

He carried me to the bedroom, placing me down on the edge of the bed like a feast he was about to have. I tried to lift my chin and glare at him but all I was met with were his hungry eyes, trying to remember every piece of me.

I tried to squeeze my knees together.

With a swift grab, he pinned both my arms up, pushing my back against the bed. I fell flat, mouth open and trying to spell out the words of shock but all I could do was gasp. My hair fell over my face. He climbed over, watching my chest heave. Then, his hands separated my knees.

I jolted, trying to kick him. He laughed.

"Oh my god! Are you—" I squealed, my neck crawling up with heat. His grip on the arms pinned up didn't loosen.

His other hand freely slipped under the band of the shorts I wore, meeting my lace underwear. I squirmed, "You bastard..." I mumbled, my eyes almost rolling up when he tested the folds.

"A bastard who's making you so wet I can slide in right now." He grinned evilly at me.

I twisted under his grip, throwing a glare at his pleased face, "I'm going to kill you. Dismember you and toss you in the Neureva's coffee machine!"

He laughed, kissing my mouth and I lurched into it. He smirked at how fast I reacted and it was shameful, yes. But I was fucking turned on!

He let my pinned hands go and pulled my shorts off and then my underwear. Cool air hit my skin. I couldn't believe how hot it was down there. Was I slut for this whore? It looked like it.

He grabbed some sort of bottle from the nightstand, dipping his fingers until they were coated with that oily substance.

I propped up on my elbows, breathless. "What's that?"

"You'll see." He said and smeared the oil on the line of my folds. My hips jerked just from the touch of his fingers. The cold sensation on my clit made me tremble.

"I'm going to kill you." I moaned and then cried out when his finger entered me.

"Fuck, you're such a good girl, my love." He pecked my knees and then the inside of my thighs as the finger drove in and out of me. "Just like that. Open up."

I fell back on the bed, my hands rushing to hide my face when this bastard slipped a second finger in. My hips jerked, "You fucker..." I tried to curse but shamelessly fucked against his finger, moving along and breathing in desperate bursts. My eyes rolled up to his, a soft glare pointed at him.

"Are you feeling good?" He enquired, kissing my stomach. "I'll make you feel good. So good..."

GOOD? I WAS GETTING RUINED HERE!

His fingers kept stroking me while his thumb drew lazy circles over my clit, pressing at the top of the fold, right where it hit. My knees shivered, allowing him access as I opened my legs more.

Haerin, you bitch. Defeated by sex.

My hips lifted on their own, squirming against him.

"You dog..." My eyes rolled, back arching, my hair already across my face, slick with sweat and oil. Every sensation felt alive. My nerves were up, soaking in all of it. Every stroke was amplified with feeling. And my head wouldn't stop the commentary, strategising ways to kill him with sex.

Slowly, he pulled his fingers out, leaving me trembling. His hands brushed my thighs one last time as if to savour it up. Then he reached for the pack of condoms we had got. My face started heating up.

"You're—oh my god..." I stared, stunned. He lowered his tracks until they were on the floor. My mouth fell gaping, seeing his length suspended from his body.

"You're...so...big..."

"Thank you." He smiled, rolling it on.

"Shut up." I rolled my eyes, haunted by the look on his face when he finally climbed over my body. "I swear I will—"

My hips jolted, lifting towards him. I curled my toes, biting my lip.

Jungkook lifted my legs and positioned the head of his cock at my entrance. I immediately clutched the sheets with a gasp.

"Jungkook—oh my—oh my—" I gasped when he let me feel every inch, making the most of the tease. I squirmed uneasily, pushing at his chest, "H—Hurry, or I swear I will—"

"Relax." He murmured, against my neck. "I've got you."

He finally slid in, making me gasp and grip the sheets harder. My hips jerked towards him, filling inside. It was as if my entire body came alive. The ribs stroked me and I blanched, "J—Jungkook! Oh my god!"

"Fuck," he breathed harder. "Just feel it. I've got you." He moaned, eyes fixated on mine as he drove into me. I shivered, screamed and squealed as he pounded into me. His eyes were locked on mine, dark and needy as if I'd given a dog the chance to lap water.

"Oh god, I hate you!" I screeched when he rutted faster, the sheer force of it making my body arch for him. "Fuck..." My voice weakened. "...I love you. Don't stop! I'll kill you later!"

He chuckled, moving faster. I felt it deeper in me, his cock was inside me. I couldn't believe I was actually hosting this parasite.

But it felt so good.

The rhythm grew quicker, his hips snapped with precision and every thrust sent shivers through my entire body. He growled hungrily, fucking me like there was nothing else left in this world that needed attention. I held onto him for dear life. His finger found my clit, stroking his thumb in circles and I screeched, high and heavy.

"F—fuck! Jungkook!" I bellowed needily and he brought his hand to my face, pushing my hair behind my ear. "Jungkook... fuck! I think...I think—"

"Me too." He rutted faster, kissing my temple. "Don't fight it. Fuck. I love you, you brat."

Our thrusts grew frantic, breaths hastened and desperate as we held on to each other's eyes. This motherfucker, continued driving his finger in my clit, making me tremble with desperation. And when we finally climaxed, all I could hear was him screaming my name. It sounded so good. Our bodies were slick, sticky and messy. The cold was gone. I was warm against his hot body and all I could do was want it more.

"Fuck...I came, Jungkook." I excitedly heaved. "I really did—! My god!"

"You did so good." He hugged my head, kissing my jaw in slow traces and then slowly he pulled himself out of me.

I landed back on the bed, my chest constricted for air, watching him while trembling as I held onto the sheets. He got on his knees and pulled the condom off, tying it and tossing it aside. I gulped, eyes flickering at his heaving cock. It was still hard.

He rolled another one on it, eyes latching to me when he climbed over. "Fuck, Haerin. I won't be done soon enough tonight."

"What are you—you bastard pervert!" I punched his chest, red in the face. My eyes fluttered up at him as soon as I felt him adjusting to me again.

"Come on," he kissed my cheek. "Lift your hips and let me fuck you right."