𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗍𝖺𝗇. ✿

"Sunshine," he calls you suddenly and forces you to open your eyes. You peek at him through your lashes, moistured and heavy with pleasure. His grip on your hips tightens a little; careful not to hurt you. "You look really gorgeous in the morning," he murmurs.

His eyes roam over your dissolved form trembling under him. Messy dark locks fall on your face, which he brushes away with a tender hand. His thumb brushes your cheek and slowly moves down to your neck, following the curves on your side and pauses on your torso. The star-printed nightdress is bunched around there, exposing most of your skin to his hungry eyes.

His own grey trousers are pooled around his feet, his shirt never made it to the kitchen this morning. With moisture in your eyes, your gaze slowly slides down from his face and goosebumps coat your skin again. His abs flex with each stroke, sweat glistening on his honeyed skin. The sunlight coming through the window cast over him, making him look even more charming.

The swell of your tits is peeking through the fabric, catching his attention, and his fingers follow the way there. He gently brushes the skin, his fingertips are teasing your warm skin, leaving a trail of tingles as his hand moves up under the dress. Another shiver ripples through your body when he pinches your nipple, some incoherent words leaving your mouth.

"So beautiful," he whispers, fondling your tits, his other hand staying around your hip. His pace grows now, each stroke sending you to the edge. Your legs hang over his shoulders and you try to open them wider so you can take him deeper.

"What is this? Do you want more of me?" He arches a brow, the corner of his mouth tilting up with mockery. "Use your word, sunshine."

"Y-yes…" Your voice is barely a whisper. "I want more of you."

He halts for a second only, his eyes stuck on you. "You forget something, babe."

You look up at him, frowning. "Don't stop—Ah!" You shudder when he slams his cock with a hard thrust. But the warmth stays there for only a few seconds before he's pulling back again, his jaw tight and eyes burning you with mischief.

"It's rude if you don't say 'please,' baby." He smirks at your flustered look. "Say please, or I stop." He flicks your hard nipple, waiting for your answer.

"Please, Jungkook, please fuck me," you beg, your stomach coiling with arousal.

"Of course, darling." He pulls back completely, with only the head pressed against your entrance. He gives your bud another flicker and grips your hips again, slamming himself firmly. You gasp and arch your back at the fierce thrust, taking him completely. The stretch melts your inside, your breath stopping at the feeling of being full.

He sets up a rapid pace, the head stroking your spot that blanks your vision and you see stars. The table shakes under your weight, the legs are scraping on the floor but he doesn't stop. Your knuckles turn white with the grip on the table's edges.

The room fills with the sound of your moan and his heavy breaths, skin slapping echoing on the walls. None of you remember about the breakfast that turns cold on the counter, remaining untouched.

You clench around him, your walls are warm and wet. "I-I am close…" You manage to speak in between your moans, your voice is breathy.

Jungkook drags you down, pushing himself even further and stretching you well. Your back hangs from the table, your body light and at his mercy. If not his grip around you, you'd be on the floor now.

He huffs, leaning down to your level. He pushes your legs up to your chest, folding you in half and pounding into you. His mouth falls on your neck, sucking the flesh. His groan muffles against your skin. He bites the place between your shoulder and neck, and a cry tears you apart. He blows on the same place and nips it softly to ease the pain, while his hips move in the same rhythm.

A wave of warmth spread at the new angle, curling inside you. You release the table now, hands holding onto his biceps, your nails digging into his flesh. The pain shoots up, mixing with the pleasure. Jungkook groans and pulls back, his eyes flashing as the faint mark he leaves on your neck is a mark of his territory.

"Come with me, darling," he murmurs, his thrusts turning sloppier. His pace grows frantic, every stroke bringing you closer to the climax. The sharp sound of your connection echoing in the kitchen.

Your eyes drop on their own as the heat builds higher. Jungkook groans, his voice is a breathy demand.

"Look at me," he commands.

You force your heavy lids to open, your head spins to find him staring down at you with an intensity that pins you in place. Wet locks cover his brows, a sheen of sweat catching the light on his shoulders. His lips part with heavy, ragged breaths. A deep blush erupts on his neck and ears, his chest heaves and jaw is taut.

He's holding onto his control, but you can tell he's teetering on the very edge of his own breakout, and seeing him looking at you with a raw and desperate hunger shatters the last of your defense.

Watching you fall apart for him is his absolute ruin. Your breathless cry and the sweet, overwhelming way you cling to him strip away whatever restraint he has left. He drives forward one, two, three times—each slam is blind and desperate—before he freezes completely. He pours every ounce of his ruin inside you, filling you up with a burning warmth and surrendering himself.

A broken, breathless sound of your name rolls on his tongue, his hips moving to ride your high before he slumps down on you, completely spent and intoxicated. His heavy weight is a comforting blanket on you. Your hands wrap around him, holding onto him grounds you as the aftershock ripples away from you.

For a long moment, the only sound in the kitchen is your frantic, synchronized breath. He finally turns his head and presses a soft kiss to your temple. "Still want breakfast?" He murmurs against your skin, a lazy smile echoing in his voice.

Your shoulders shake with a breathy laugh, your fingers running through his sweaty locks. "I think it turns a little cold," you sigh as Jungkook pulls back completely, a little yelp vibrating in you at the emptiness.

"Good," he smiles, helping you to sit up on the table, his hands coming back to hold your waist. "Because I'd rather stay here anyway."