*Mature Themes*
Genre: Angst/Smut/Fluff
Member: Jungkook, mentions of the others
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Word Count: 6.5K
A/N: I’m actually a little nervous about posting this...but I really liked the story I came up with for this and really wanted to write it. I had the sudden idea for this scenario during a conversation admin k and I had the other day lol. Please let me know what you think! Enjoy<3
You stared back at your reflection in the mirror with solemn eyes.
The red silky material of the dress hugging your body was beautiful. However, it left very little to the imagination. You felt uncomfortable, but over the past year you had learned to suppress the feeling. As an escort, feelings like that would only hinder and limit your clientele. You could not afford to be picky.
You attempted to pull the dress down, hoping it’d cover more of your thighs but it wouldn’t budge. With a heavy sigh you slipped on a pair of heels before heading down to the entrance of your apartment complex.
Opening the door to the outside, you saw Hoseok leaning against the company’s car holding the door open for you. You gave him a small smile and a ‘thank you’ as you slipped inside.
Hoseok was the first person you became friends with when you started the job. He often drove the majority of escorts to their appointments, so you met with him more often than anyone else. You felt comfortable with his presence as he was always cheerful and kind.
He flashed you a smile before turning around and starting the engine, “You look beautiful as always.”
“Thank you.” Hoseok had meant no harm but, unfortunately, those types of compliments hardly made you happy anymore. They just seemed to make your situation all the more realistic.
“‘New World Hotel’, right?” He asked entering the address into the GPS. You hummed in response. After a bit of idle conversation, the car falls into a comfortable silence as you stare out the window watching the scenery pass by, lost in thought.
A year ago, your father had walked out on both you and your mother. Just the shock of that took a big toll on your mother. However, what really pushed her over the edge was a week later when the debt collectors knocked on your door. The reason for your father’s absence became crystal clear. He had chosen to abandon his family in exchange for his safety.
It was something your mother could not come to terms with, it was no wonder she soon fell sick. Eventually, you had to start school and she had to be admitted into a hospital. With the cost of school, living expenses, hospital bills, and paying off your father’s debt, you could not think of another solution at the time. Thus, your life as an escort began.
“We’re here.” Hoseok said, pulling you out of your thoughts. The drive seemed to have gone by a lot quicker than you would have liked. As you got out the car you turned towards Hoseok to thank him before grudgingly making your way inside the hotel.
Stepping inside, you grew a little self-conscious. Although it was probably just your imagination, you couldn’t help but feel as if people were staring at you knowing why you were here. Certainly judging of course. You couldn’t blame them.
You knock a bit timidly when you get to the assigned suite. As the door opens, a familiar face greets you but it brings you zero comfort or relief. The man standing before you was a regular of yours.
“Good evening, Moon-sik.” You greet him, mustering as much of a genuine smile as you could.
“Darling,” he purred, “how is it possible for you to grow more beautiful each time?”
You felt bad for him at times. Moon-sik was a businessman in his late 40s and due to hereditary genetics, he had started balding at an early age so he often wore a wig. You would often meet him in his workday suits stained with the sweat of the day. He had a wife and children, and often talked to you about them which made you all the more uneasy. You felt guilty towards his family. If only they knew what the true definition was of his so called 'overtime’.
His compliment makes you want to cringe but instead you let out a bubbly laugh, “you’re too kind, you flatter me too much!”
“Come inside,” he beckoned, opening the door wide enough for you to walk through, yet narrow enough that you have to graze him as you do.
Placing a hand on the small of your back, he led you to a small table with wine in one of the corners of the large suite.
“How about you have a drink with me?” He offered.
You shook your head with a smile, “You already know I don't drink Moon-sik, but thank you.”
It was a lie. However, you liked to stay sober during these appointments so you had gotten into the habit of telling your clients that. Albeit some men may have looked too meek to try anything, you could never be too cautious. Wolves often like to hide in sheep clothing after all.
Although you did allow sexual services to some extent, as it usually came with a higher pay, you also had a strict rule of going all the way. Sex was something that was very important to you. So no matter how much you needed the money from this job, there was only so much you were willing to sacrifice.
After finishing updating you on his life and two glasses of wine, you noticed the familiar thin glaze over Moon-sik’s eyes begin to take form. You mentally prepared yourself for what you knew would come next.
Cheeks flushed, he slurred, “How about sucking me off, princess?”
You wanted to puke a little in your mouth but you agreed nonetheless.
Trying your hardest to disassociate yourself from the situation, you pulled your hair back with a coy smile and got on your knees.
-
The second you got home, you barely just managed to take off your heels before rushing towards the washroom. You brushed at your teeth and tongue violently, trying to get rid of every last bit of his release. Tears were brimming at the corner of your eyes but you didn’t allow them to fall until you were under the shower-head. You might’ve just used your mouth, but your entire body felt dirty. You scrubbed hard against your skin until it turned a rosy tint. After drying your hair, you turned off the lights and slumped against the mattress of your bed. You felt better.
You’re not sure how much time must have passed as you stared mindlessly at the ceiling. You needed to stay strong for your mother. Surely, knowing what you were doing for money would only worsen her condition, but it was necessary. Perhaps, if it was just the hospital bill, a regular job would have sufficed but there were too many costs to account for.
Not all of the men were bad, you told yourself, trying to make light of the situation. Your clients didn’t all request sexual services, some truly did just buy your time for your company. The only time meetings with those clients didn’t sit well with you was when you heard the words, “I wish I could stay but my wife is waiting for me at home.” It wasn’t something out of the ordinary to hear but it always tugged at your conscious. Their wives should’ve been the ones to provide them with comfort and company, not you. You’re not sure when you managed to fall asleep but you did.
-
The next morning, you awoke to the sound of your buzzing phone. You squinted at the sunlight pouring through the blinds hitting your eyes. Disoriented from having just woken up, you felt around your bed for your phone. Looking at the screen, you frowned a bit upon seeing who was calling.
“Hey, what’s up?” You asked as you swiped to answer.
“There’s a new client asking for you.” You heard the voice of your boss say.
You tilted your head to the side a little surprised, “New?”
Lately, you had only been receiving calls from regulars. You couldn’t help but be a little interested at the thought of meeting someone new. Maybe you’d get lucky with this one. Maybe he wasn’t old; Maybe he didn’t have a wife; Maybe he did truly only want your company. You laughed at yourself internally, how ridiculous.
“It’s his first time,” Namjoon, or RM as he liked to go by, expanded.
Your eyebrows raised at that, “That’s a little nerve wracking. I’ve never been a client’s first.”
“I think you’ll be fine. You’ve been doing this for a year now, you have more than enough experience,” he tries to reassure you, “but you know I’d never force you to meet with anyone you didn’t want to. Your safety and wellbeing is always my top priority.”
It was true. Namjoon cared about all his escorts; he was one of the few agents that put his escorts above the clients. He was kind, and because of that all of them had a strong sense of loyalty to him. You had nothing against him personally, you just couldn’t help but feel your stomach drop whenever he texted or called since it was always about business.
You bit your lip with a slight nod, “Okay. I’ll do it.”
“Great! Keep your evening free, I’ll text you more details later.”
Just as you hung up, your phone lit up with another call. It was your friend this time.
“Y/N!” You heard your friend, Jiwoo, exclaim over the phone after picking up.
A smile tugged at your lips, she seemed to be in a good mood. “Hey, Jiwoo! Ho-?”
“Why didn’t you answer any of my texts last night?” She cut you off and playfully whined and you laughed a bit. If only she knew.
“Ah, sorry! I was really busy catching up on assignments,” You apologized. Lying and finding fake excuses had become a second nature, “Why? Did something happen?”
“No, no it was nothing important! Haeun and I just wanted to know if you wanted to join us on a group date.”
You raised your eyebrows, “Oh? When is it?” You weren’t particularly interested in dating but meeting with guys that were actually your age for once would be refreshing.
“Tonight!” She said and you felt your face drop.
“Oh no, I actually can’t tonight. I planned on visiting my mom in the hospital,” you explained, hoping she could hear the evident disappointment in your voice. You were always flaking, you felt bad.
She didn’t seem to mind though, “That’s okay. You can just come with us another time! Your mom is important, I hope she’s doing well!”
After hanging up, you made yourself look decent and head to the hospital your mom was being looked after at. You hadn’t lied to your friend, you really were going to see your mom today.
Upon arriving to her room, like always, a wave of emotion hit you. You suddenly felt like crying seeing your mom’s pale frail figure lying on the bed unconscious. She had been in a coma for about a year now. The doctors had said it was a result due to large amounts of stress and that it wouldn’t last long but they were wrong. They kept telling you she’d wake up soon but you weren’t so sure she would. Perhaps it was better that way. At least she could finally rest. After your father left, she could barely get any sleep. Pulling a chair up beside her, you held her hand gently.
An hour must’ve passed when your phone chimed. Pulling your hand from your mother’s, you pulled your phone out from your purse. You unlocked it after you saw Namjoon’s name in the notifications.
Namjoon: He says he wants to meet you at 8 tonight if you’re available.
You: Yeah, that works. How long was he looking for me to stay?
Namjoon: He specifically told me to ask you if 3 hours was okay?
You: Yeah sounds good.
That was funny. Customers rarely took what you wanted into account.
Namjoon: I’ll send Hoseok to pick you up at 7:00. Remember to call me if anything happens.
You: I will, thank you! Oh! Does he have a preference for clothing...or?
Namjoon: He didn’t say so just go with your gut.
-
It was already 6:10 by the time you got home. Walking towards your closet, you opened it up to reveal a notable amount of lavish clothing items you had acquired over the year as part of the job. You eyed each dress carefully; Namjoon had given you little information on your new client. You pulled out one of your favourite black dresses finally having decided, that it would be better to play it safe. You were in the process of making a last curl when you heard your phone ring. You didn’t have to look to know that it was Hoseok. Quickly grabbing a pair of heels and your purse, you began making your way downstairs.
“How’s your day been? How many appointments are scheduled for tonight?” You asked Hoseok as you pulled out a compact mirror to make sure your makeup was in check.
“Four as of now, but you know things could always change,” he answered. “So a new client? Are you nervous?”
You nodded your head, “Kind of. It doesn’t help that Namjoon told me nothing about him other than the fact that he was new to our services.”
“I heard he’s a CEO,” you hear him say. You raise a brow in question wondering what else he knew, even though he couldn’t see with his eyes on the road.
However, he must have sensed it as he shrugs his shoulders, “I happened to overhear their conversation. I couldn’t really gauge the man’s age but I don’t think he’s too old. Anyways, enough about that. How’s your mom?”
“A little better, I think.”
“That’s good! Have they said anything else regarding her recovery?”
“Not really. They just told me that everyone’s recovery time is different.”
He turns his head and gives you a sympathetic smile, “From what you’ve told me, she sounds like a strong person. Don’t worry, too much.”
-
You could tell you were getting close when Hoseok began to pay closer attention to the GPS. Sitting in silence, he drove up a long driveway, passing a string of trees on both sides. As you reached the top you couldn’t help it as your eyes widened. You had seen your fair share of luxurious houses but this beautiful Spanish hacienda style estate had to have been one of your new favourites.
“Wow,” you heard Hoseok say and you just silently nodded your head in agreement.
“What company is he the CEO of that he can afford such an extravagant home?” You wonder out loud.
“I’m not sure. Now get moving, we’re a bit late. Remember to give me a call if you need me to pick you up. Also, don’t be nervous. You have a wonderful personality, I’m sure you’ll charm him in no time.”
You flashed him a quick smile in gratitude before you got out of the car and began making your way up a path of stones. As you came face-to-face with the door, you paused to take a deep breath before you rung the bell.
As the door is drawn back, you are met with a surprisingly young face, “Ms.______?” The young man with shaggy brown hair, asked.
You nodded and he beckoned you to follow him, “The young master is in his study right now taking care of some paperwork, but he’ll be right with you. Is there anything I could get you to drink in the meantime?”
“Just water would be nice. Thank you,” you tell him as you took a look around what seemed to be a living room, still in awe by all the luxury.
When the young man returned with your glass, you couldn’t help but ask, “Are you a butler?”
“Yes.”
“But you look so young! How old are you if you don’t mind me asking?”
“22.” The age surprised you, he was only 3 years older than you.
You noticed that he is quite curt with his words but you didn’t mind, “What’s your name?”
“I’m not sure if it’s appropriate for me to respond to that.”
You were about to reassure him you heard a silky laugh from behind you, “Go ahead Taehyung. I’ve told you countless times before, there’s no need to be so formal.”
Your head involuntary whipped around, curious to finally see your new client for the first time. It was nearly impossible for you to not show the shock in your features. There was no way. The man standing before you couldn’t be the client. He looked just as young as Taehyung, you had never been hired by someone as young as him.
“But sir-”
The young man raised a finger, “I’ve spent more time with you than I have with my own family, please call me Jungkook already.”
With that said, your client finally turned to look at you and gave you an award winning smile, “I’m so sorry for the late introduction, I’m Jeon Jungkook.”
“It’s nice to meet you,” you said a little meekly, taken aback by the man. He looked incredibly handsome leaning against the archway with his mussed hair, tailored fitted suit and loosened tie.
“Is that all you’re having to drink?” He pointed his chin towards the glass in your hand.
“I don’t drink any alcohol actually,” you told your usual lie.
His eyes widened just a fraction, a little surprised before he nods, “That’s admirable. Unfortunately, I can’t say the same. Taehyung, do you mind bringing me a glass of my 2005 Château Pétrus?”
“Right away si-,” Jungkook gave him a pointed look and Taehyung quickly corrected himself, “Jungkook.”
After his departure, you watched as Jungkook took a seat on the couch across from you. “So,” he drew the word out as he crossed his legs, “what’s a young, attractive woman with so much potential like yourself doing this type of job for?”
Your eyes narrowed a little, “What’s a young, rich, successful, handsome man like yourself doing paying someone for their company? I imagine there’d be a line up of well respectable ladies waiting to have a chance with you.”
“You’re not wrong.” You nearly scoffed at his lack of modesty. “All they ever really want is my money.” He continued, “that and whatever power might come from being with me.”
“Couldn’t the same be said for us escorts?” You countered.
A small smile played on his lips, “At least you’re honest about it. I’d much rather have someone be honest about using me for money than someone deceitful who feels the need to lie to attain what she wants.”
It was at that moment that Taehyung returned with the glass of wine and placed it on a coaster beside Jungkook. His job now done, “Please call me if there’s anything else you need.” He said before bowing and leaving.
Checking the density, Jungkook swished the wine around before he taking a sip. Once he returned his attention to you, “I’ve answered your question. Now, it’s only fair that you answer mine.”
You hesitated as you contemplated just how much you wanted to tell him. “I need the money for personal reasons,” you shrugged your shoulders not caring to expand and you could tell he’s still curious but let the subject drop.
He nodded, “can I propose something?”
You were a bit nervous about what it’d be but you agreed anyways.
He took another sip of his wine and your eyes were naturally drawn to his bobbing Adam’s apple as he swallowed. Eyes catching yours, you quickly averted your gaze a little embarrassed about being caught. You didn’t want to openly gawk, it’d only feed his ego, but it was kind of hard not to. You could not deny the fact that he was incredibly handsome.
“How about we play a game of 20 questions? I think it’d be nice if we could get to know each other a bit more, as I intend on buying your time again. That is, if you’re willing to see me again?”
A small hue of rosy pink tinged your cheeks. You hated to admit it, but you were flattered. Hearing someone of his caliber indirectly tell you that they enjoyed your company made you feel bashful.
“I am.”
You see his lips curve into a small smirk and you couldn’t help but want to slap the look off his face. He had asked knowing what your answer would be. He was a lot cockier than you initially thought.
“How about two questions per meeting?” You negotiated not wanting to give him the satisfaction of completely playing along. It was then that you decided that you’d reveal as little about yourself as you could. You didn’t want to get more involved with this man than you needed to.
“Sounds fair. I’ll go first. Do you have a boyfriend?”
The question threw you off guard. You didn’t know why, but for some reason you had not expected him to ask you that. At least, not ask you that as his first question. He was staring at you intently waiting for you to respond.
You shook your head, “No.”
“Girlfriend?”
“That’s two questions. Are you sure you really want to know the answer to that?” You decided to tease him a little.
“Yes, you’ve only increased my curiosity now.”
“I don’t,” you answered truthfully. You could tell he was a little disappointed by the anticlimax but he nodded towards you, signalling your turn.
You tilted your head to the side a bit as you wondered what to ask, “can I ask anything?”
“That counts as a question.”
“W-what! How is that even fair?”
“There’s the second one,” he smiled slyly at you.
You sat there at loss for words. Was he serious?
“Yes, I’m serious.” He said as if having read your mind, “and as for the answers, yes you can and what you did to mine wasn’t fair so I guess we can say we’re even now.” There was a playful glint in his eyes and a shadow of a laugh on his lips, you couldn't help it as a smile teased your lips. He looked like a little kid.
-
Just like that, time seemed to fly by. You didn’t even notice when you hit the 3 hour mark. If it had not been for the small buzz from your phone, you would have completely let it slip by. You had genuinely enjoyed being in his company. That was something you could not say about the majority of clients. If not for the envelope full of money on the side table, you could have easily passed the evening off as two friends hanging out. That was far from realistic though. He wasn’t someone you could meet if you weren’t an escort. The thought saddened you a bit but you quickly push it away.
“I nearly didn’t notice the time.” He said, drawing you back from your thoughts, “three hours seemed to pass a lot faster than I thought they would.”
You nodded in agreement before standing from your chair and bending down to grab your purse. As you rise you catch him looking at you and without thinking you fixed your dress. You give him an awkward smile and reach a hand out for a handshake, “it was a pleasure.”
“Likewise,” he said taking your hand but his hold lingers, “a handshake seems far too formal don’t you think?”
Your eyebrows raised at that, “then how do you suppose I say good-bye?”
The playful glint returned, “how about with a hug? That is, if you don’t mind.”
You drew your hand back, thinking about what you should do. A hug wasn’t a big deal. It wasn’t as if he was asking you to go to bed with him, so why did it make you so nervous? You shouldn’t, you silently scolded yourself. It’d be bad if you were to become emotionally attached to him.
You shook your head with an apologetic smile, “maybe next time.”
You couldn’t tell if he’s disappointed or not but you tried not to think about it. After handing you the envelope he bids you goodbye and heads upstairs. You were watching his retiring back when Taehyung came to escort you outside.
“Is your ride here, miss?” He asked and you shook your head.
“Not yet.” You told him, taking a look at your phone again.
Hoseok: I’m running a little late! I’ll be there in 5. Sorry!
“Shall I wait with you then?” The butler offered.
“If it’s not too much trouble. I wouldn’t mind the company.”
“Did you have a pleasant evening with the youn-I mean Jungkook?” He asked and you couldn’t help but laugh a little when he corrected himself.
“Is it really that hard to call him by his name? You take your job really seriously, I admire that.”
He nodded, “We’re trained to treat our employer with the utmost respect at all times...but that’s not why I try to do my best at this job. I genuinely enjoy serving Jungkook. He has done a lot for me in that past so I’m glad I can repay his kindness if only by this much.”
It was natural to assume that they had spent a lot of years together. You kind of envied him, Jungkook genuinely interested you and as much as you tried to deny it, you wanted to know more about him.
“I think Jungkook had a good time,” he commented.
“Oh?”
He shared a small smile, “he doesn’t often have company. He has a tendency to isolate himself with his work, I don’t think he even realizes that he does it. I’m very thankful you brightened his mood. It’s been awhile since I’ve seen him genuinely have a good time.”
Curiosity stirred at his words but before you could inquire more, you noticed a stream of headlights making their way up the driveway.
“That must be your ride.” He observed, “then, I bid you goodnight.” With that he gave you a small bow and returned inside.
That night, you were restless. You tossed and turned in your sheets as you kept replaying the events of the night in your head.
-
As the days passed, your meetings with Jungkook became more and more frequent. The remaining questions were quickly used up on shallow topics like hobbies and interests, never going into anything personal. You each had subconsciously placed boundaries. At first, it started with only two to three days a week but that soon turned into all five days. As the weeks went by, they turned into months, until one day it seemed as if he was your only client.
“Jungkook, you’re ridiculous! How could you buy every single one of my days?” You asked a bit incredulous, “don’t you get tired of having me around?”
He chuckled as his eyes catched yours, “never.”
You felt your heart flutter and you looked away, “a lot of my regulars have been complaining about my lack of availability.”
“They should just get a new escort,” he shrugged not in the least bit apologetic.
You may have been an escort but you never truly felt like you were on the job when you were with Jungkook. Over the past year you had become just a shadow of who you used to be. However, ever since meeting Jungkook, you often found that it was one of the few times you truly felt like your old self again.
“You know,” he started, “it’s been awhile since we last played our question game.“
You nodded, “we each only have 2 questions left if I remember correctly.”
“Do you want to go first or should I?” He asked, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips. He had the same playful glint you had seen during your first meeting with him. You sensed a hidden motive but played along anyways.
“You can go first.” You offered, eyeing him suspiciously.
“Why don’t you go all the way with your clients?”
You nearly dropped the glass you were about to take a sip from, ““w-what?”
It seemed he had a talent for surprising you. Not once after the first meeting had anything even remotely close to your sexual services been mentioned. Why now? You couldn’t help but wonder.
He let out a laugh, “what a strong reaction. I am actually curious though,” his laugh turned into a challenging smile, “but if you’re not comfortable you don’t have to answer.””
“No, it’s okay.” You said trying to recover from your initial surprise. You had no qualms about telling him,“Sex is something that is very important to me. For me, the feeling of becoming one with someone is a deep emotional connection that I only really want to share with someone I love or at least have feelings for.” As you finished explaining, you searched his face for any type of reaction but he was hard to read.
“It has nothing to do with how attractive the man is?”
You tilted your head to the side, “what do you mean?”
Staring intently at you he expanded, “I’m just wondering if you’d be more willing if the man was attractive.”
You hesitated, not wanting to sound superficial, “wouldn’t anyone though? I mean, a lot of my clients are a lot older than I am and are not particularly what I’d consider handsome. So, I guess if I was going to break my rule, I’d prefer it to be with someone I found attractive.”
“What about me then, do you find me attractive?” He asked with a cocky grin. You were sure that there wan not one person that would find him unattractive. You knew he knew that too, he just wanted you to admit it yourself.
You were quick to recover,“that’s three questions Jungkook.”
“Come on, humour me. Would you have sex with me?”
For the second time that day, you were caught off guard. Of course you would. Who in their right mind wouldn’t? But that was the last thing you were going to tell him, “that’s four Jungkook. It’s my turn.”
He sighed but nodded anyways, “fine. Go ahead.”
You decided to direct his questions back at him, “do you find me attractive?”
There was no visible change of emotion on his face, but you noticed the slight tightening of his hold on his wine glass.
“I wouldn’t have hired you if I didn’t,” was his answer and you weren’t exactly sure how you felt about that.
“Do you want to have sex with me?” You asked boldly and this time you saw his eyes visibly widen.
“Yes,” he answered with no hesitation, his pupils dilated.
You were at loss for words not having expected him to answer so honestly. An awkward silence settled among the two of you.
You were mentally screaming at yourself to say something when he suddenly cleared his throat, “well I guess it’s about time you head home.”
You glanced at the clock. He was right. Your time slot was over but you were reluctant to leave. You were confused. You didn’t know what you wanted. As much as you had tried to hide it, you had come to harbour feelings for him. You wanted him to take you to bed but you knew that if that were to happen you’d become dangerously attached. He didn’t feel anything for you though, it would only end badly. You wanted him but you also didn’t want to have your feelings trampled on. They were better kept hidden.
As you grabbed your purse and moved to leave, he caught your hand placing the familiar envelope in it.
“Your payment,” he said and you frowned a bit. All he saw you was as an escort after all. You had allowed a small glimmer of hope but you had already known. So, why did it hurt so much?
Like always, Taehyung came to walk you out. You could feel Jungkook’s eyes on your back but before you could even make it to the door he spoke again, “actually Taehyung you can retire early. There’s still something I need to discuss with Y/N.”
Taehyung glanced between the two of you, sensing the atmosphere and quickly bowed leaving the two of you alone again.
You knew that he wanted to continue the conversation, but you decided to feign ignorance, “what is it?”
“Do you have another client tonight?” He asked.
You shook your head, “no. Like I told you, you’ve been my only client for awhile now.”
One of the corner of his lips lifted at that, “do you have somewhere you need to be tonight?”
Once again, you shook your head, “no.”
After uttering the word ‘no’, he began to stalk towards you making you draw back. Eventually your back hit the nearest wall, you were left with no more room to escape him.
“Jungkook, what’s this about?” You asked a little nervously.
His eyes were similar to that of a predator, “you know very well what this is about. You’ve been teasing me since the first day we met.”
Your eyes widened, “w-what?!” You’d been teasing him? Since when?
“Don’t act innocent. That little short tight dress you wore the first time we met barely covered your ass. You looked so good. I’ve been wanting to fuck you since that day.”
His confession shocked you, “J-jungkook you know I don’t have sex with my clients. I’ve told you this before.”
He places a hand on each side of your head, caging you in between him and the wall, ”You have. So as long as we don't go all the way it's fine, right?”
He was so close now that your breaths mingled together. You could feel your cheeks flush at the proximity. Your eyes wandered admiring the curve of his jaw, the shape of his eyes. Everything about him made you lose your breath. He really was handsome.
He boldly ran the back of one of his fingers down your cheek, lowering it down to your throat, until that hand came to rest on your waist. Everywhere he touched, you felt as if your skin had been set aflame.
He leaned in closer, his breath now fanning your ear, “I know you want this, just as much as I do Y/N.”
You began to feel heat pooling between your legs. He was right. He was so right. Without realizing you had begun rubbing your thighs together to get some sort of relief. Just him expressing that he wanted you was enough to get you all hot and bothered.
The action didn't go unnoticed by Jungkook. A smirk graced his face and you wanted nothing at that moment than to wipe it off his face but before you could do anything he slid a leg in between yours, pinning both your arms above your head. Only a thin layer of clothes separated your core from his thigh and you were having a hard time resisting.
You were powerless when it came to Jungkook. You really were. You knew that you’d regret this later but you had felt your resolve beginning to weaken from the second he had stopped you from leaving. You knew you were far too gone to protest any longer and when he flexed his thigh rubbing against your scantily clad core you couldn’t help it as a moan passed your lips.
You see the smirk from earlier re-emerge before he leans down, finally closing the distance between your lips.
The kiss was fierce, full of want and lust and you easily found yourself lost in it. You struggled wanting to circle your hands around his neck but his hold on your arms wouldn't budge. Slipping his tongue into your mouth, he deepened the kiss but he suddenly pulled away leaving you breathless.
You raised your eyes to him in a silent question and you could tell he was just as much out of breath as you were, “can I take that as a yes?”
“Let go of my arms,” is your only response and once he does they're already circling around his neck drawing him close for another kiss. He took that as your answer and in no time your legs were around his waist, his hands under your thighs, your back against the wall.
The kiss turned fervent and your want for him only grew. Eventually disconnecting your lips, he began to pepper kisses down your jaw, eventually making his way down your neck. Finding a particularly sensitive spot, you let out a breathy moan and he takes a nip making you squirm against his hold.
“Take off your shirt for me,” he ordered and in no time, the material hit the floor, your bra soon following. Your rosy buds hardened, the cool chill of the house felt nice against your heated skin.
“Fuck,” you heard Jungkook mutter as he draws back to admire your generous chest. He then moved down to kiss a line from your throat to your breasts, pausing to lick a stripe through the valley of your breasts. As he took one of your nipples into his mouth sucking, tugging slightly at the bud, you felt your hands move on their own and tangle themselves in his hair
He had just moved his attention to your other one when your patience began to wore thin, “Jungkook I need more.”
“Tell me exactly what you want, use your words baby.” He said, eyes pools of black, full of unadulterated lust. Your cheeks burned but you knew he wasn't going to budge until you complied.
“I want you to fuck me with your mouth, your fingers, fuck,” you find yourself saying, head thrown back against the wall as he rolls his hips against yours.
His devilish smirk did little to calm the fire burning in your stomach, “I didn’t know you had such a dirty mouth on you.”
Letting your thighs drop, he flipped you against the wall but just as he’s about to push your skirt down, you both hear buzzing. Your attention is drawn at its insistence and you turn back around. It was as if someone had splashed cold water on you. Awakened from the daze, you saw Hoseok’s name light up the screen of your phone. You had completely forgotten that he had been waiting outside for you.
“Just Ignore it,” Jungkook said in a slight growl and it took everything in you to deny him.
Shaking your head, “sorry I have to go.” You quickly pulled back on your bra and shirt and nearly tripped in your rush to get outside. You hadn’t even glanced at Jungkook once, scared of what expression his face might of held.
The second you were inside the car you apologized to Hoseok but he just gave a questioning glance at your disheveled appearance.
“Nothing happened,” is all you say and you’re not sure who you’re trying to convince more, him or yourself.
