jeonbunnie

All the other times he was playing it safe. The whole friends with benefits thing was his stupid idea in the beginning, but now it’s not enough. He wants more. More time. More you.

It drove him wild to think of all the other men who took his time with you away. Made him mad to think about the others who got to see you like this: eyes dark and wanting, chest heaving, body pliant and willing. 

It wasn’t fair.

No one else should have your attention. They didn’t know you like he did. They didn’t  know your favorite color. Or that sweet and sour candy you always got at the movies. 

They didn't know what made you cry; that you were more sensitive than you looked, that despite being a self proclaimed anti-romantic and whining about having to sit through Titanic you cried at the end. 

They didn't know how to make you laugh. That a side glance, an eyebrow lift, an inappropriate joke at opportune time could have you laughing so hard you make that cute lil snort, you're so embarked about. 

They didn’t know how to hold your hand, that you liked it when your fingers interlocked and holy shit— was he in love with you? 

Jeongguk’s mind is whirling, the silence between you is deafening until you break it.

“Just because you kiss me doesn’t mean I’m not leaving. I’m still going to see him.”

Jeonggguk scoffed at the mention of another man.  Who the fuck was this guy you were trying to see?

The kink in his neck returns and he tilts his head trying to work it out. He would unpack his feelings later. Right now, all he cared about was making sure  you forgot any other man existed. 

“No.”

“No”

“You’re not going anywhere.” 

Jeongguk was gonna make sure you couldn’t walk out the door. He ignored your objections and effectively shut  you up when he hooked his fingers in the waistband of your jeans, and pulled them down and started rubbing sweet circles on your clit. 

“Oh, you're quiet now? Just needed me to give your pussy some attention, yeah?”

“Shut up.” You pant, though he’s already got you wet. “You’re being such a jerk right now. W-why do you suddenly care who I see?” 

Jeongguk takes pride in the stuttering of your words; knowing it’s his actions keeping you from this straight. But it’s not enough to quell that nagging at his chest. He doesn’t have an answer to that. He doesn’t know why it bothers him so much but it does. 

“I don’t care who it is,” he lied. “I care about you, and whoever he is--he doesn’t deserve you.”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh and who does deserve me then? You?”

“Only me,” said Jeongguk, voice low, serious.

You’d never seen this side of him before. Jeongguk could be many things: sweet, playful, fiery. But never possessive. Something about the combination of his words, the dark look in his eye, and the warm hand curled around your throat made the heat rise in your face.

Your heartbeat rises, and you open your mouth to protest, to tell him he’s being ridiculous right now but before you can stutter out the words Jeongguk is kissing you, deep and slow. And suddenly, whatever feminism you had, leaves your body. You didn't care that he was acting like a cave man right now, you just needed him closer.

So that’s what you did, buried your hands in his locks and kept him close while Jeongguk slipped his fingers inside you and kissed you stupid.

You hated that he was right. That no one else made you feel the way he did. That no one else ever came close. Even when you're with someone different it’s still Jeongguk who you dream about at night. So when he replaces his hand with his tongue you arch into the touch, body thrumming with a need for him that only Jeongguk can satisfy--you surrender.

Jeongguk feels it the moment you give in. The way your body melts into his palms, the silky sigh that leaves your lips as he left an open mouthed kiss against your clit. He can’t help but grin against you when a shiver rolls down your spine. “Jeongguk,” you moaned. 

The sound undid him. Jeongguk, groaned into you, the sound vibrating through your body and earning him another delicious shiver from you. He’d never tire of it, the way your body reacts to him on instinct, relaxing into his touch. Even still, his hands tightened on  your thighs holding you in place, keeping you right where he wanted you as his tongue moved slowly, deliberately claiming you as his. He continued his assault, relentless, until your heels pressed into his shoulder blades and your thighs were shaking around his head. Only when the trembles cease did he rise, smug smirk on his pink lips glistening with your slick.

Jeongguk meets your gaze with a measure of calm he does not feel. The sight of you like this--wrecked, open, needy--woke something dark and possessive deep within him. You're panting, eyelids heavy, slipping back from the stars and he can’t help but gloat. “Look at you,” he cooed, thumb pressing into your clit again, slow and cruel. “Already forgetting where you’re supposed to be.”

The little glare you send him is worth the control it took to steady his voice. “Fuck you,” you breath.

The answering smile Jeonggok gives you is slow, predatory. “Oh, I intend to.”

Jeongguk kissed up your body, leaving marks that wouldn't be easily dismissed. He took his time, knowing that it drove you crazy and thriving off every shudder your body gave him. When you whine his name on a broken breath he almost loses control. Almost. His jaw tightens, thumb pressing harder, just enough to make your breath hitch. 

“Careful,” he says quietly. “You say my name like that when you’re this wet and I might start thinking you’re begging.”

Jeongguk sat back on his heels, admiring his work. “Tell me sweetheart,” He purred, looking down at you. “Are you out of your mind yet?”

You lay on the bed, hair sprawled out across the sheets. He watched the steady rise of your chest as you tried to gather your breath. Your eyes were glazed over and you were barely blinking back tears. He knew you so well he could see your thoughts spinning in your mind. How could he be so calm and collected when you were practically dying without his touch? But in reality, Jeongguk was suffering just as much as you were.

What have you done to me? Jeongguk thought. There was a time where the thought of keeping only one woman in his bed would have put him off. Now all he wanted was you. He could hardly keep himself in check, thoughts focused on the need to be inside you again. His cock throbbed at thought of it. But just having you wasn’t enough. Not anymore. He couldn’t stand the thought of another man loving you the way he did. He would do whatever it took to make you his, even if denying you brought him to the brink of his own sanity as well. 

“Jeongguk.” You whispered 

At the sound of your voice Jeongguk groaned, low and rough, the sound dragging from his chest. Hearing you say his name like a prayer--soft, desperate, aching--did things to him that no one else could. It twisted something needy inside him, made him feral. He reached for you then, needed to end this before his control snapped, fingers curling around your jaw, forcing your eyes to meet his.

“You don’t even know what you do to me, do you? Walking out my door, like it wouldn’t kill me. Letting other men touch you when you know, you know, no one will ever touch you the way I do. Know you the way I do.” 

Love you the way I do. 

Jeongguk doesn’t say it but the words are on the tip of his tongue. 

Instead, he leaned down pressing his forehead to yours, grounding himself. He’d know your body blind. Saw you like this every time he closed his eyes. Your touch haunted him. He’d never get enough. He let his hand travel down your body, touch, languid, cruel in his capture. When his fingers finally slipped between your legs again, you gasped, lifting your hips instinctively to meet him.

He pressed two fingers inside you, deeper this time, watching the way your body reached for him, back arching into his touch. You make a sound, a soft whine, and it takes all his strength not to lose control. But he can’t. Not yet.

He has you now. He knows it.

“All you have to do is tell me what I want to hear. Tell me that you're mine and I'll give you everything.”

In this moment of intimacy, Jeongguk wanted--no--needed to know that you were his. He needed to hear it. Even if it was a lie.

Jeongguk wasn’t stupid. He knew girls like you didn’t go for guys like him. You were too smart to fall for a play boy. He knew how this would end the second your relationship crossed the line from friends to lovers.

Go on baby, say it.” He said, voice soft as a feather.

Jeongguk reached between you, pinching a nipple in his fingers and the sensation coupled with his slick fingers working inside you had you arching off the bed.

“Say it,” he demanded quietly. “Tell me who owns this pussy.”

He saw the stubborn look in your eyes, the one he loved as you shook your head refusing him.

“I own this pussy.”

Brat, he thinks. 

“Wrong answer.” 

Jeongguk withdraws his fingers slowly, deliberately, and the broken sound you make in response tears right through him. He straightens, grip firm on your thigh as he pins you back to the mattress, eyes dark and unyielding. He revels in how good it feels to deny you, beyond pleased that your body reacts anyway--trembling underneath him, betraying your need.

He leaned down, mouth hovering above your skin just where you needed him most. He dragged a thumb through your slick, teasing, never quiet giving you what you want. “You’re shaking under my touch. Why don’t you just put us both out of our misery, baby. Tell me what I wanna hear.”

And then you say it. Two little words that drive him wild. 

“Make me.”

For a heartbeat the room goes still. His jaw clenches, eyes flashing with something dark and hungry. He leans in close, so your foreheads almost touch, voice dropping to something dangerous. A look passes across your face, like you finally see just how far you’ve pushed him. “You really don’t know when to stop, do you?”

A slow smile curves his lips--nothing sweet about it.