7

You can feel your heartbeat increasing as you notice the way his eyes have darkened. Excitement shoots through your body the moment his hands slide their way onto your thighs.

A soft exhale escapes you as your head hits the decorative pillow at the end of the couch. Jungkook smirks softly as he hovers over you, pressing his body against yours. His breath fans your lips, brushing against them causing chills to rise upon your body.

Jungkook presses his lips to yours in a gentle manner, it's sweet and slow, just like how he likes it. Your arms tighten around his neck and you tug him further down until he's towering over your figure, You let out a sweet little moan as your fingers card through his hair, he doesn't even care if you mess it up either.

"Baby..." he repeats when he pulls away, leaving kisses against your cheek and jawline. You let out a soft sigh, hands staying intertwined with his hair as you let yourself feel all of his touch. Goosebumps rise upon your skin when he slips his slightly cold hands underneath your T-shirt, brushing over your warm skin.

"... you taste so sweet," he continues, trailing kisses onto your neck,

Jungkook slides further down your body, mouth leaving a few kisses on your now revealed stomach. You shiver as he leaves a row of soft, soft kisses along the waistband of your sweatpants. A quiet, whispering 'please' leaves you, barely reaching Jungkook's ears as he glances up at you.

Your heart skips a beat when you feel him tug at your sweatpants, pulling them down only to reveal your pink (and rather wet) lace panties. A shaky breath of air brushes past your lips when he pulls them off entirely, leaving you in nothing but a t-shirt and panties. Jungkook smiles and dips down, lips connecting with the skin right next to your clothed core.

"Do I make you feel good," he mutters, fingertips hooking into the waistband of your panties. His eyes meet yours as you watch him, watch him pull your panties down. He dumps them on the floor of his living room once they're off completely,

He spreads your legs wide open, the sight of your glistening lips causing him to lick his lips. But instead of touching you where you crave him the most, he turns his head and presses a kiss to your inner thigh.

"Oh- mygod," you gasp, his tongue finally coming in contact with your throbbing lips in a lick, clit sensitive as hell when he flicks it with the tip of his tongue.

"Did he ever eat you out?" he rasps before digging in, his mouth on you like a starved man eating his first meal in months. Your back arches off the couch, fingers tightening their grip around his dark and tousled strands of hair.

His hands tighten around your thighs, fingertips digging into your flesh tightly as he sucks and licks, eating you out and pulling moans from you. And every time he will suck on your clit, you whimper in the most delicious way, the sound going straight to his cock.

"Kook- ohmygod, fuck-"

Jungkook groans against your core, speeding up and bringing up a hand to slide his fingers into you, curling them and hitting a spot that has you whining his name.

The mix of his fingers and tongue has you whimpering and moaning above him, writhing on the couch and tugging at his hair as he slurps your juices, devouring you entirely. Your thighs try to close in but his free hand keeps them from doing so, fingertips digging into your thighs as he keeps your legs open, tongue dipping inside your folds, nose rubbing against your clit.

The end nears and you can feel the string within you is about to snap. That right feeling inside of your abdomen, sending pleasure through your entire body, heart hammering inside your chest and vision turning blurry, white spots slowly beginning to appear.

"Oh- fuck, I'm close," you gasp, causing Jungkook to lift his head, fingers still working inside of you. When his thumb adds pressure to your clit, you moan his name loudly, a hint of whimpering laced in it.

"Cum for me, baby," he rasps, watching you with dark eyes. "Wanna taste all of you."

You're biting your lip to keep yourself from moaning out loud when he wraps his lips around your clit once again, sucking hard as he pumps his fingers in and out of you, working you over the edge and letting you fall apart.

"Ohmygod- ohhh, Kook..."

Your legs jerk, thighs closing in around his head, hips stuttering as you chase his mouth as the orgasm washes over you, filling your body with goosebumps and a blissful feeling that causes you to let out a heavy, deflating sigh

You didn't realize you were still shaking. You'd never felt like that before. Heart stammering just as much as the rest of your blissed out body.

"Come here." he pants, grabbing you by your sides and pulling you onto him.

The kiss is no longer soft and minimal, you both practically throw at each other letting your bodies act upon their biggest temptation. The making out is messy and fast, no longer staying at that as Jungkook lays you down and starts kissing you down your neck.

You arch into his touch and warmth, craving for every inch of him. It leads you to become even more impatient, ushering him to take off his shirt. He does and you immediately salivate at his pecs and muscles, hands trailing down his back and abs.

You complain about Jungkook's lower body still dressed, though there's something incredibly sexy about him wearing slacks with chest on full display. It's almost too shameful that he turns you around, getting you on all four. Both of you go completely feral. The position making your ass arch as Jungkook delivers a slap to it.

You hear him unzipping his slacks, not wanting to get the sight stolen from you so you turn around and stare at the scene in front of you across your shoulder. He smirks, noticing you watching as he reaches toward his coffee table. and waits for any sound coming from his bedroom. You watch him relax as he continues, a little smile playing on your lips.

He smiles, not elaborating any further as he takes off his remaining clothes. You hear the familiar sound of foil ripping and before you know it, Jungkook's tip pokes you at your asscheek. You might be already impatient enough, both of you too hungry for one another, but you also know there is no time to fool around when you now have the chance to have sex.

"It's okay, just fuck me." you assure him with a moan, arching your back for him.

That's all it takes for him to enter you, both of you swallowing down any set of curses and sounds. Jungkook pulls back just for him to thrust into you. He finds a perfect rhythm, rocking your bodies fast and roughly.

He slaps your ass, trying to keep it down as you both giggle in the middle of it. It's soon cut off by his thrusts you try to meet. Giggles get switched by silent moans and pleas. Everything is heated and rushed, both of you ultimately aiming to orgasm knowing it could get interrupted any minute. Keeping that in mind, you don't hold yourself back and neither does Jungkook.

His head lolls back, cock sliding in and out of your wet pussy, fingers digging into your ass before landing two harsh smacks on each cheek. You press your face into the sheets, screams muffled by the material as he picks up the pace, splitting you open on his thick cock.

"You're fucking creaming my cock–fuck." he groans silently, seeming to have as much as struggle to keep it down.

Fuck–I'm almost–there."

Come for me." Jungkook grunts, hands gripping your ass so much that you're sure there will be bruises tomorrow.

And you do. Not even five seconds later, you bury your face into your pillows and let moans disappear into its material. Jungkook follows right after you, not being able to hold it for much longer as he comes inside the condom.

He stays inside for a moment, softening slowly as he carefully helps you to turn around. He sits back on his knees, condom soiled by your cum and juices but none of you move.

After everything, you find yourself lying there, feeling weak—your body still recovering from the intensity of it all. Jungkook, of all people, seems to notice immediately.

Instead of just leaving like you'd expect him to, he surprises you. He moves around your room, grabbing your discarded clothes, adjusting the blanket over you, and even going as far as to fetch you a bottle of water from your nightstand.

You blink at him, still slightly dazed. "You're... helping?"

Jungkook smirks, but there's something different about it this time. "What? You thought I'd just leave you like this?" He sits beside you, watching as you sip your water. "Damn, you really think I'm that bad, huh?"

You raise an eyebrow. "You are a player."

He chuckles, running a hand through his messy hair. "Yeah, but I'm not an asshole." His gaze flickers over you, his usual teasing edge softening just slightly. "Besides... I went a little far, didn't I?"

You don't answer right away. You're too busy trying to figure out why he's still here. Jungkook never lingers—he never has to. He usually gets what he wants and moves on. That's the kind of guy he is.

Jungkook watches you closely, his smirk fading into something softer—something you're not used to seeing from him. Before you can question it, he leans in, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your lips.

It's not rushed or teasing like his usual antics. It's gentle. Almost like he's savoring the moment.

When he pulls away, his thumb brushes against your cheek, and that signature smirk of his returns. "Didn't expect you to look this cute when you're all tired out," he murmurs, his voice smooth, teasing.

You roll your eyes, but your body betrays you when you lean into his touch slightly. "Shut up."

He chuckles, tilting his head. "What? Can't I compliment you?" His fingers trail lightly down your arm, sending a shiver through you. "You should let me do it more often."

You scoff. "Please. You compliment everyone."

Jungkook grins but doesn't deny it. Instead, he leans in again, his lips just barely brushing against yours as he whispers, "Maybe. But right now, I only care about you."

Jungkook doesn't say anything after as he grabs one of his hoodies from the chair and slips it over your head, helping you put your arms through the sleeves. The fabric is warm, oversized, and smells just like him—woody cologne with that faint, familiar hint of mint.

"You good?" he asks, his voice softer now as he adjusts the hoodie on you.

You nod, still a little surprised by how attentive he's being. He usually acts like the cocky, carefree type, but right now, he's here, making sure you're okay. It's... different.

As you stand on your tiptoes, reaching into the cabinet for something decent to eat, you suddenly feel the familiar warmth of Jungkook behind you. His arms snake around your waist, pulling you back against him effortlessly.

"You're taking too long," he murmurs, his voice low and playful.

You roll your eyes, still focused on the cabinet. "Maybe if you actually helped instead of—"

Before you can finish, you feel his lips brush against the side of your neck. Soft at first, just a ghost of a touch, but then he presses another, slower this time, lingering as his hands tighten around your waist.

"Jungkook," you sigh, gripping the cabinet door for balance.

"Mmm?" he hums against your skin, pretending to be innocent. His lips trail lower, dangerously close to your shoulder, his breath hot against you. "I'm just standing here."

You let out a small scoff, but it dies on your lips when he kisses that one spot that makes you weak. He knows exactly what he's doing. The teasing press of his mouth, the way his hands slip under the hem of his hoodie that you're wearing, his fingers tracing slow circles against your skin—it's all deliberate.

"Jungkook," you try again, but this time it comes out softer, breathier.

He grins against your skin. "Yeah?"

You don't even know what you were going to say anymore. Your body relaxes into his, your hands lowering from the cabinet as you surrender to the way he feels against you.

Jungkook chuckles, sensing your resolve slipping. "Knew you'd fall for it," he murmurs before nipping at your ear lightly.

As Jungkook continues teasing you, his hands wandering lazily over your waist, you suddenly pull away slightly, turning to face him with an unimpressed look.

"I still smell like sex," you point out, raising an eyebrow.

Jungkook smirks, his gaze flickering over you like he's only just realizing. "Mmm," he hums, tilting his head. "Yeah, you do."

You roll your eyes. "That's your fault."

He chuckles, unfazed. "Not complaining," he murmurs, reaching up to toy with the hem of the hoodie you're wearing—his hoodie. "But..." His smirk deepens as he steps closer, his voice dropping. "If it really bothers you, we could just shower. Together."

Your breath catches at the way he says it, slow and deliberate, his eyes glinting with pure mischief.

You scoff, crossing your arms. "Right. Because that'll definitely help."

Jungkook grins, leaning in just enough for you to catch the lingering scent of his cologne, his breath still fresh with mint. "Oh, sweetheart," he murmurs, his fingers grazing your hip, "I didn't say it was gonna help."

You swallow hard, heat rushing through you as his lips hover dangerously close to yours.

"I just said it'd be fun."

You let out an exaggerated sigh, turning away from him as if you're trying to resist—but you both know the truth.

Jungkook watches you for a second, his smirk widening as he realizes he's already won.

Without warning, his arms are around you again, lifting you effortlessly off the ground. A surprised gasp escapes you, but he only chuckles, his grip firm as he hoists you up against him.

"Jungkook—"

"Shh," he murmurs, walking towards the bathroom like carrying you is the easiest thing in the world. "No need to fight it, sweetheart. We both know you want this."

You roll your eyes, but you don't argue. Instead, your arms instinctively wrap around his shoulders, your fingers grazing the back of his neck.

Jungkook glances down at you, his dark eyes filled with amusement. "You're not even trying to resist anymore."

"Shut up," you mutter, but the way your body melts into his only makes him grin.

He reaches the bathroom door, nudging it open with his foot before stepping inside. The air is already thick with anticipation as he sets you down on the counter, his hands never leaving your waist.

Leaning in, his lips just barely graze your ear as he whispers, "Let's get you cleaned up, yeah?"

His tone is playful, teasing—yet there's something darker beneath it. Something that promises that this shower?

It's not going to be just about getting clean.

As the water runs down both of your bodies, Jungkook's hands move with purpose. He turns you slightly, pressing your back against the cool tile as his fingers slip beneath the fabric of your clothes, peeling them away piece by piece. His touch is slow, teasing, making you feel every second of anticipation before the last barrier between you is gone.

His dark eyes drink you in, the steam curling around you both, the heat between you burning hotter than the water cascading down.

"Look at you," he murmurs, his voice thick with something deeper—something possessive. His hands slide along your waist before gripping your hips, pinning you gently against the wall. His wet hair drips slightly, strands clinging to his forehead as he leans in, his breath warm against your lips.

"You're already shaking," he teases, pressing a kiss just below your jaw, trailing lower, letting his lips brush against your skin. "I haven't even started yet."

Your breath catches as his hands wander lower, gripping, exploring, claiming. The water only adds to the sensation—the way it makes every touch slicker, every kiss more desperate.

You tilt your head back, lips parting as a moan escapes, and Jungkook smirks against your skin.

Jungkook presses you firmly against the cool tiles, his breath warm against your ear as the water cascades over both of you. Just when you think you have a moment to catch your breath, he suddenly turns you around, making sure you're facing the fogged-up mirror across from the shower.

His hands slide over your hips, gripping firmly as he leans in, his lips brushing against your neck. "You good?" he murmurs, his voice low, husky.

You meet his gaze in the mirror, your reflection revealing just how much you've already given in to him. Your skin is flushed, your breath uneven, and the intensity in Jungkook's dark eyes sends a fresh wave of heat through you.

He reaches for the small shelf in the shower, about to grab a condom, but you stop him, your hand covering his.

"I'm on the pill," you breathe out, your body already aching for him. "Just hurry up."

Jungkook lets out a deep groan at your words, his grip on your waist tightening. His lips curl into a smirk, his gaze flickering between your reflection and the way your body reacts under his touch.

"You're gonna be the death of me," he murmurs, his voice full of promise.

And with that, he wastes no more time.

Jungkook's grip tightens as he gathers your damp hair in his hand, gently but firmly tilting your head up. "Look," he murmurs, his voice low and commanding, eyes locking with yours in the mirror.

Your breath hitches as you meet his gaze, the intensity in his dark eyes making your skin burn hotter than the steaming water cascading down your bodies. His free hand trails down your spine, slow, deliberate, making you shiver under his touch.

"Watch," he whispers against your ear, his breath warm, teasing. "I want you to see how good you look when you're falling apart for me."

His words send a fresh wave of anticipation through you, and as he finally moves, your fingers tighten against the slick surface in front of you. The combination of his touch, his grip in your hair, and the way he commands your attention has you completely unraveling under him.

Jungkook keeps his eyes on you in the reflection, a smirk curving his lips as he watches every reaction, every tremble. "So perfect," he murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction. "And all mine right now."

And as the steam fills the room, fogging up the mirror, the only thing you can focus on is him—the way he moves, the way he makes you feel, and the way you never want this moment to end.

Jungkook's grip remains firm as he guides you, his movements slowing the moment he feels the tension in your body. His hold on your waist tightens, his breath coming out in short, controlled exhales as he stills against you.

"Relax, baby," he murmurs, his voice softer now, the teasing edge replaced with something more tender. His lips find your shoulder, pressing gentle, reassuring kisses along your damp skin. "I've got you."

You take a shaky breath, meeting his gaze in the mirror. His eyes are dark, filled with hunger, but there's something else there, too—patience, restraint. His fingers stroke soothing circles against your hip as he gives you time to adjust.

"Tell me when," he whispers against your ear, his tone full of promise.

You swallow hard, your body slowly melting into his touch, the initial discomfort fading as you grow accustomed to the sensation. His warmth, his steady presence behind you—it's overwhelming in the best way.

Finally, you nod, your grip on the counter relaxing. "Okay," you breathe.

Jungkook's lips curl into a smirk, but there's a softness in his expression as he leans in, pressing a slow, lingering kiss just below your ear.

"That's my girl," he murmurs, before moving again—this time with deliberate, intoxicating care, making sure you feel everything.

Jungkook's grip tightens in your hair, forcing your gaze forward. "Watch yourself," he commands, his voice rough, full of dominance. "See how good you look when you're falling apart for me."

Your breath stutters as you meet your reflection in the mirror—your body flushed, lips parted, eyes hazy with pleasure. The way he moves, the way he holds you in place with such control, sends another wave of heat through you.

His pace quickens, each movement more deliberate, more consuming. Your fingers grasp at the counter, struggling to find something to ground yourself, but Jungkook doesn't let you escape. His grip on your waist tightens, pulling you back against him, making sure you feel every moment, every sensation.

"You like this, don't you?" he breathes against your ear, his voice low, teasing yet possessive. "Being completely mine?"

A moan slips from your lips, and Jungkook smirks, satisfied. He tugs your hair just enough to tilt your head back, his lips grazing your jaw as he whispers, "Good girl."

The sight in the mirror only fuels him further—the way you tremble, the way your body reacts to him so perfectly. His movements grow rougher, more relentless, his grip keeping you exactly where he wants you.

As the steam thickens around you, blurring the reflection slightly, all you can focus on is him—his touch, his voice, the way he pushes you to the edge and keeps you there, refusing to let you go.

Your fingers clutch the steamed wall, your body trembling as the pleasure builds, overwhelming and uncontrollable. Jungkook feels it—feels you—and his pace quickens, driving you closer, pushing you right to the edge.

But just as you're about to let go, he suddenly slows, gripping your hip tightly to hold you still. The loss of friction makes you whimper, your body aching in protest.

"Jungkook," you whine, trying to move against him, desperate for relief.

He chuckles darkly against your ear, his grip tightening. "Not yet," he murmurs, his voice deep and controlled. "I said to watch yourself. I want to see you beg for it."

You meet his gaze in the mirror, frustration clear in your reflection. Your lips are parted, your skin flushed, your body caught between pleasure and desperation. He smirks, knowing exactly what he's doing to you, knowing you're completely at his mercy.

You try to move again, but his grip holds firm. "Be patient, baby," he teases, dragging his lips along your shoulder. "I'll let you have it... when I'm ready."

The anticipation only makes it worse, makes you crave him even more. And from the way he watches you, the way his fingers tighten possessively on your skin, you know he's enjoying every second of making you wait.

You can't hold back anymore. The pleasure is too much, your body trembling under Jungkook's relentless pace. The sound of skin against skin, the water cascading down your bodies, and your own uncontrollable moans fill the small space, echoing off the tiled walls.

Jungkook smirks at the way you're unraveling beneath him, his grip tightening as he leans in, his lips brushing against your ear. "You don't even care if they hear, do you?" he teases, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

You barely register his words—all you can do is gasp, your fingers digging into the wall for stability. The intensity of it all sends a shiver through you, your body completely at his mercy.

Jungkook tugs your hair, forcing your head up to meet his gaze in the mirror. "Look at yourself," he commands, his voice rough with desire. "See how wrecked you are for me."

Your reflection is a mess—lips parted, eyes glazed over with pleasure, body shaking as he keeps pushing you further and further. The sight of it only makes the heat inside you burn hotter.

"You love this, don't you?" he breathes against your skin, his pace unrelenting. "Being loud for me? Letting everyone know who's making you feel this good?"

You whimper, unable to respond, too lost in the overwhelming sensation. The thought of the neighbors, of anyone hearing—at this point, you don't care. All that matters is him—the way he moves, the way he controls every inch of you, and the way he refuses to let up until you've completely fallen apart in his hands.

Jungkook's grip tightens on your hips, his pace relentless as he pushes you further into oblivion. Your body is trembling, your moans uncontrolled, filling the steamy bathroom with the sounds of pure pleasure. He watches you in the mirror, completely lost in him, and his smirk deepens.

"Tell me," he growls against your ear, his breath hot against your damp skin. "Who makes you feel this good? Me or your boyfriend?"

Your mind is hazy, your body on fire, but the answer comes without hesitation. "You, Jungkook!" you cry out, barely able to form words between desperate breaths.

Jungkook chuckles darkly, his hold on you tightening possessively. "That's right," he murmurs, voice thick with satisfaction. "Only me."

His words send another wave of heat through you, and as he moves faster, rougher, you completely let go—no longer caring how loud you are, no longer thinking about anything except him and the way he's completely ruined you for anyone else.

Jungkook feels your body tense, your breath hitching as the pleasure crashes over you so suddenly that you can't hold back. So he lets go of your cunt. Your legs tremble, a choked moan escaping your lips as you completely lose yourself in the overwhelming sensation.

The moment he feels you come undone, he pulls out quickly, a deep groan leaving his throat as he releases across your back. His chest rises and falls with heavy breaths as he watches you, completely wrecked, your body still shaking from the intensity.

But then, he notices the silent tears slipping down your cheeks, not from pain but from sheer exhaustion and overstimulation. His smirk fades into something softer, more tender.

"Hey," he murmurs, his voice quieter now as he pulls you against him, his strong arms wrapping around you, steadying your weak frame. "I got you."

You can barely keep your eyes open, your body drained, your head resting against his chest as the warm water continues to run over both of you. Jungkook presses a slow, lingering kiss to your temple before grabbing a washcloth, carefully cleaning you up, his movements gentle now.

By the time he turns off the shower and lifts you into his arms, your body is completely relaxed, exhaustion weighing you down. He dries you off with a towel, dressing you in one of his oversized shirts before carrying you to bed.

As he tucks you under the covers, he lingers for a moment, watching your peaceful expression. A satisfied smirk tugs at his lips—knowing he's left you completely wrecked, knowing no one else has ever made you feel like this.

Jungkook leans down, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face before whispering, "Sweet dreams, baby." Then, with a look of pure pride, he lays beside you, pulling you close as you drift off into sleep.