#jhope

The restaurant is the most Instagrammable place you've ever seen, and you would have gotten there faster if your roommate hadn't been in desperate need of moral support over a situationship. You see Jungkook look up at you the second you enter his peripheral vision.

"Finally," Taehyung says.

"Sorry, sorry." You slide into the booth, and there's only one spot left, wedged between Jimin and the wall, directly across from Jungkook. "Emergency friend duties."

"More important than us?" Hobi asks.

"You'll live," you say, but you're not paying attention because Jungkook is still staring at you. Your eyes meet. He doesn't look away. Your stomach flips, and you wonder if you should have done this another day because emotional rollercoasters don't sound like a great idea on an empty stomach.

"Hi," he says.

"Hi," you say back.

A few minutes later, the drinks and the banchan arrive. Jungkook is laughing at something Taehyung is saying, beer in hand, but he keeps glancing at you every time you reach for the banchan. You don't notice as you are trying your best to separate the stack of perilla leaves.

"Oh my God," you mutter, trying to separate them with your chopsticks. "Why are they like this?"

"Here," Jimin says, and his chopsticks slide in from your left, holding the stack steady while you pull one free.

"Thank you," you breathe, relieved, and you don't see the way Jungkook's knuckles go white around his glass.

You look up, and Jungkook is staring at Jimin, and it's nothing like the soft, longing looks he's been throwing your way all night. Jimin, oblivious, or perhaps not, hums as he sets the separated leaves on your plate.

"Jungkook-ah," Namjoon says from across the table. "Pass the garlic?"

Jungkook passes it without looking up.That's when you realize he's staring at the perilla leaves.

Oh.

Oh no.

You know about the perilla leaf debate. Everyone knows about the perilla leaf debate. It's a stupid thing where people argue whether it's okay to help someone else's partner separate their perilla leaves, whether it crosses a line, or not. Usually, usually, it's just internet debates and topics for variety shows.

Jungkook, however, looks like he's about to flip the table.

"So," Jimin says, "how's work been? Did you finish that powerpoint presentation?"

"Yeah, finally," you start to say, but Jungkook cuts in.

"She finished it yesterday," he says, pouring soju into your glass without asking.

Jimin's eyebrows lift. "Did she?"

"Mhm. She texted me at three in the morning," Jungkook says.

Namjoon looks up from his phone. Hobi pauses with his mouth full.

"Jungkook, that's not-" you say, blushing.

"Do you want some meat?" he asks instead, grabbing the kitchen scissors and carefully cutting the grilled pork belly into bite-sized pieces before placing them on your plate.

"Thanks..." you say slowly.

Jimin watches with his head tilted. He looks between you and Jungkook, then back to the perilla leaves.

"Ah," Jimin says softly.

"Ah what?" Taehyung asks.

"Nothing," Jimin says with a grin. He reaches for the perilla leaves again. "Do you want another one? These are really good." His chopsticks hover over the stack.

Jungkook's chopsticks hit his plate with a clatter.

"You don't have to. I'll do it," Jungkook says quickly.

"It's fine," Jimin says sweetly, separating another leaf. "I don't mind."

"I said," Jungkook replies, enunciating each word, "I'll do it."

He takes the leaf from Jimin's chopsticks and places it on your plate himself. Then he looks at Jimin with an expression that makes your stomach flip.

"Jungkook..." you say quietly.

"Eat," he tells you, looking at you with those soft eyes that could kill you.

Jimin leans back, studying Jungkook.

"What is it?" Hobi asks, looking between them.

"Just... perilla leaves," Jimin says. "You know the debate, right? Whether it's okay to help someone else's person with their leaves?"

The table goes absolutely silent and you want to disappear into the floor.

"Guys, seriously, it's not-"

"Some people think it's too intimate," Jimin continues, looking at Jungkook.

"And what do you think?" you ask.

Jimin shrugs playfully. "I think intention matters."

"What's your intention?" Jungkook asks.

Jimin holds his gaze for a long moment. Then he laughs, breaking the tension, and reaches over to pat Jungkook on the shoulder.

"Relax, maknae. I'm just teasing."

The rest of dinner passes quickly. Every time Jimin speaks to you, Jungkook finds a reason to touch you or get your attention. For the first time, it's not meant to be subtle. It's almost like a competition to see who hands you your coat when you leave or who walks closest to you on the way out.

Everyone agrees to walk to the Han River, grab some ice cream from a convenience store, and sit on the benches by the water. None of you are ready to go home yet.

You hang back, letting the others drift ahead. Jungkook stays beside you, his hands tucked into his pockets.

"You didn't have to do that," you say quietly.

"Do what?"

"Mark your territory."

He stops walking. You stop too, turning to face him.

"Is that what you think I was doing?" he asks.

"I don't know what you were doing, Jungkook. You acted like Jimin committed a crime by helping me with dinner."

He looks away. "You don't get it."

"Then explain it to me."

"The perilla leaf thing is stupid. I know it's stupid. But...I always want to be the one helping you. And I know I don't have the right to feel like that, but I do."

"Jungkook..." you say softly, trying to get him to look at you.

"Don't say whatever you're going to say. Let me just... let me have this one moment where I pretend it's okay that I feel this way, even though I'm your friend and I'm supposed to just be cool with Jimin flirting with you."

"He wasn't flirting."

"He was," Jungkook insists, finally looking at you. "Maybe he didn't mean it like that, but he was, and I hated it. I hated it so much. I wanted to be the one helping you, even with something as stupid as perilla leaves."

"You know," you say softly, "you could have just said something instead of starting a silent war at the dinner table."

"I don't know how to say things," he admits. "I only know how to... want... from a distance."

"That's the problem," you say as you reach out, your fingers finding his. His hand relaxes, and he threads his fingers through yours. "You think you're being subtle, but you're not. Everyone at that table knows exactly what's happening."

"Did you?"

"Yeah." You smile. "I know... and I think I've been waiting for you to help me with my perilla leaves for a pretty long time now."

"Don't joke."

"I'm not joking."

"Jimin was testing you, Kook."

"Testing me?"

"Yeah. He was messing with you. It was so obvious he was challenging you. He wanted to see if you'd finally do something about it." You smile. "He's not stupid. He saw it before either of us did."

Jungkook groans. "So I played right into his hands."

"And you were very dramatic about it," you say with a sigh.

"Shut up," he says, smiling.

"I liked it. I really like it when you stop being quiet about wanting."

He takes another small step closer. "So... can I help you with your perilla leaves next time?"

"Only if you're not doing it just to be polite."

He smiles nervously "I'm doing it because I want to be the person you reach for."

You look at him, at the tiny chocolate-chip mole beneath his lip that you've wanted to kiss for months.

Then you do.

You have to.

He's standing there with his heart in his hands, offering it to you like it's nothing.

His hands come up to cradle your face, his thumbs brushing softly along your jaw as he kisses you back.

When you finally pull away, his forehead rests against yours.

"Does this mean I won the war?" he asks, breathless.

"You were the only one fighting it, you idiot," you laugh, giving his chest a light shove. "Jimin wasn't actually interested. He has a crush on the barista at his coffee shop."

Jungkook blinks. "What?"

"Namjoon told me last week."

He stares at you, dropping his head to your shoulder. "I made a fool of myself for nothing."

"Not for nothing," you say, running your fingers gently through his soft hair. "You finally stopped being quiet."

He lifts his head.

"I can be loud," he says. "If you want. About this, about you."

"Show me."

"Gladly."

And he does. He kisses you again, deeper this time, and you smile against his lips.

Then Taehyung's voice carries over from farther up the path.

"Finally! Took you long enough!"

You laugh into his mouth and pull him even closer.

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Jungkook was your roommate. 

You wanted to bury yourself alive when you first heard you were going to share a dorm with a guy, but at the end of the day things didn’t turn out that bad. 

He respected you and your privacy, just as you did and with time you naturally became friends. You both had mutual interests and  things just happened. He was funny and quite introverted like you, but you lived together so you didn’t have a choice but to speak to each other. 

As time went by, being around him became less and less uncomfortable, you could easily share stuff with him, he always understood you and gave you advice. True, he wasn’t the smartest, nor the most moral and loyal person you’ve met, but that didn’t really matter. You enjoyed his company more than you thought you would and that was enough for you. 

Jungkook was the captain of the soccer team. Not a surprise. He had an amazing physique, he was passionate and competitive, and also really good at soccer. He was a golden player. 

As you two got closer, he started inviting you to his games. Games you were always late to. Not a problem, but today was different. You knew how important today’s game was to him and you had promised you wouldn’t be late. He had warned you a couple of times to be on time and yet there you were again, still in your car, 40 minutes after the game had started. 

And here you are now, with Jungkook behind the steering wheel and you in the passengers seat. Minutes after his team had lost the finals, after a whole year of non-stop practice. He was silent, understandably so, and his eyes were on the road.

“Kook, it’s okay. You’ll win next year, I know you will.” You said quietly, after which he chuckled quietly, ”As if you care.”

“Of course i care,” You scoffed and turned to him. 

His eyes were still on the road, no expression on his face.

“I know you are upset, but things like that happen and you shouldn’t bl-”

“Were you with him?” He suddenly cut you off, still no emotion on his face, nor in his voice.

“What?” You asked, “You heard me.” He replied.

“Why does that matter?” You questioned.

“You were an hour late again, you must’ve been doing something really important,” He paused for a second, “Were you with him?”

“I know i promised not to be late, a-and I’m sorry, I just lost track of time, an-” He cut you off again “I really don’t wanna hear it right now. You should’ve just stayed with Mr. Good Boy if you enjoy his company so much. I don’t see why you even bothered coming.”

“I’m really sorry, Kook, I know you wanted me to be there.”

“But you weren’t.”

You just stayed silent. You knew this wasn’t something a good friend would do and you weren’t proud of yourself. Sure, he was overreacting, but he had just lost an important match, he had every right to be upset.

The thought of you being with Yukhei made Jungkook's blood boil. His blood had started boiling earlier today too, when his game was starting and you were nowhere to be seen in the audience, Jungkook’s eyes searching for you in the crowd. His mind pictured a scenario he certainly didn’t like right away- you and Yukhei in your dorm, both of your dorm, in your bed, doing stuff you were only supposed to be doing with him. You were roommates and you were best friends, but Jungkook saw you as more than that. The way your clothes hugged your body, the way strands of your hair fell down the sides of your face when you tied it up, and when you let it down- you long hair going all the way down to your waist, and underneath- oh, he just wanted to die every time his eyes drifted in that direction.

No matter if you were wearing jeans, leggings or pants, your ass always looked so perfectly plump and soft, Jungkook just wanted to be able to bend you over and punish you for looking so good every single time, going out like this, people seeing you like this, that guy seeing you like this. With months passing by, the passion he felt towards you was only increasing and together with it- the jealousy. Every time you came back to the dorm late, every time you missed a game of his or stayed up late, talking on the phone with that guy and giggling. He could hear you from the other room and he didn’t like it one bit.

At the end of the day, he was the one you confided in, he was the one who saw you every morning and night, a fucking nerd couldn’t compare, right? He was the captain of the soccer team, girls were all over him, so why weren't you? He tried to convince himself over and over again, but as you kept being late to his games and locking the door to your room every night, he couldn’t.

Before you knew it, you had arrived in front of the dormitory. The walk to your dorm was silent, the only sound in the building being the voices of  students passing by the halls and faint music coming from a few dorm rooms.

Soon, you reached your own and pulled out the keys, unlocking the door, still no conversation between you and Jeongguk. 

You quickly went to your room, straight to your dressing table to take off your jewellery and get ready for bed. As you were doing that, you were met by Jeongguk’s reflection in the mirror, still in his sportswear, leaning against your doorframe. 

“Did you go out like that?” He asked.

“Yes, why?” He didn’t reply, he was just eyeing you up and down with visible irritation in his eyes.

“Do you want something?” You asked, starting to get annoyed with him.

“No, just thinking.”

“About what?” You asked him while removing your hoodie, now left in only leggings and a tank top.

He chuckled lowly, “About how easy it was for Mr. Good Boy to take these off.” He was now stepping towards you, his eyes located on your leggings.

“What the fuck? I told you multiple times that I’m sorry and I don’t know what I have to do for you to stop being a fucking asshole!” You said, turning around to face him.

He didn’t react to your words.

“What did you two talk about, hm? The pythagorean theorem? Or maybe vectors?” He chuckled once again at what he was about to say, poking his inner cheek with his tongue. “Maybe he showed you his vector?” With his little to no knowledge in math, Jeongguk thought he was hilarious, not being able to hold in his laugh. You, on the other hand, weren’t amused at all, the need to slap him rapidly growing inside of you.

“Not that it’s any of your fucking business, but he didn’t fucking show me anything. I know you’re sad you couldn’t cross a fucking line with a ball in your hands, but that doesn’t mean you have to be a jerk and mock me right in my face to make yourself feel better.” You couldn’t help but snap.

He was now inches away from you, your head tilted upwards to look at him. He was staring down at you, an amused expression settled on his face. You were annoyed and your face was red.

“Did you finish?” He asked.

Disbelief was visible in your eyes.

Jeongguk slowly lifted his right hand and curled it around your waist, placing his palm firmly on your lower back and pulling you towards him with a swift motion.

Your chest was now firmly pressed against his, his eyes slowly moving from yours down to your cleavage and back.

“Did he touch you?”

“W-what?”

“Did you let him touch you?” His left hand was now on your cheek, slowly caressing it. 

“N-no.” Any urge you had to slap him and yell at him was now gone, his hand burning your skin under the tank top and his body against yours making you unable to focus on anything else.

“That’s my good girl.”

Your breath hitched in your throat at his words and he noticed, a sly smirk appearing on his lips.

Before you could process what was going on, Jeongguk was leaning down and his lips were suddenly on yours. After a few seconds of being shocked and unsure, you finally started to notice how they felt- soft and hot, making your stomach clench and hotness leak from between your legs.

You kissed him back and he leaned even deeper, his tongue licking into your mouth, gently caressing yours. You were quick to wrap your hands around his neck and bury them in his hair, as his were now exploring every curve of your body, the one he’s wanted to explore for so long, the kiss becoming needy and passionate.

He didn’t want to admit it, nor was he going to. He was upset about the game, yes, but that wasn’t what was keeping him salty. Your leggings were. Not exactly the leggings, because he for sure loved how your pretty butt looked in them, how he could now just move his hand down south and squeeze it and hear you moan into his mouth because of it.

But he hated the fact that you had been in them in front of someone else. He knew every single male out there would feel just like him. Even if goddamn Yukhei was the next Einstein or whatever, Jungkook knows he still stripped you with his eyes while you weren’t looking. He had no right to. He was your roommate. He was your best friend. He was the only one who could see you in these leggings, he was the who one who could strip you with his eyes, he was the only one who could touch.

He slowly pulled away, looking down at your lustful eyes and swollen lips, a string of saliva connecting them to his.

“Will you be good for me?”

You didn’t know what had gotten into you. Your legs went all soft and your mind was dizzy. You knew you shouldn’t do this. Yet you wanted to. It felt so wrong and out of place. That was your roommate, one of your closest friends. But the way he had just kissed you, and the way his hands felt on your body, and the way his long black hair was falling over his eyes, and the way he was lightly panting, his lips red and swollen, you wanted him. His hair was still sticking to his forehead from the game, the thin white shirt he was wearing revealing just enough of his veiny arms and big biceps, one of them fully tattoed, and it tugging tight around his buff chest. You removed one of your hand from his neck and put it around his bicep, gently squeezing, feeling the big muscle.

“Y-yes, I will. Please."

You didn't even know what you were begging for. It was too late for you now, all logic had left your head. Heat was pooling between your legs and you just knew you wanted more.

He placed his forehead on yours, a shaky breath leaving his mouth.

“Please what?” 

“Touch me, please.” You were already whining. The heat between your legs felt unbearable, begging for some friction.

“Fuck, already so needy for me.” Jungkook hissed, his cock painfully hard against his briefs.

He put his hands on your hips, starting to walk you slowly towards your bed, then he lightly pushed your down, your back hitting the mattress. 

He then straddled you, never breaking eye contact. His left hand was supporting him as he dragged his right hand from your knee, across your tigh, reaching the elastic of your leggings and sneaking it under the fabric of your tank top, reaching to grab your boob.

“Where is your bra?” He asked amused as he noticed you weren't wearing one. Your nipples were already poking through the thin fabric. You couldn’t say anything, his big and cold hand now squeezing your boob, his thumb running across your hard nipple, making the wetness between your legs only increase.

“More, please.” You needed him closer.

“Begging so good for me.”

He lifted himself on his knees, both of his hands coming down to grab at the edge of your tank top.

“Can I?” He asked, looking up at you. You nodded, begging him with your gaze to go faster. 

He lifted the edge and started peeling your tank top, your hands going up to help him. He was soon met by the view of you bare torso, your cheeks slowly turning pink as he eyed you. He had imagined how your boobs would look so many times, but the reality was far better than he ever expected. They were so full and plump, perked up, as if they were calling for his touch.

You were so pretty. Just for him.

His hands immediately went to cup them, squeezing them lightly. He was amazed by how soft they were, casually squeezing your nipples to see your reaction to his touch. His head then went to the crook of your neck, his lips on the skin there, pressing a few wet kisses before landing on a spot that made you gasp under him. He noticed and opened his mouth, licking at the spot before slowly starting to suck on it. 

He was laying between your legs, his hips flush against yours, and you could feel him hard in his shorts, your hips lifting off the mattress into his, desperately searching for friction.

Jungkook noticed, swiftly grinding his hips down on yours, making you moan as his cock caressed your already pulsing clit under your leggings.

“You sound so sweet, princess.” He whispered in your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. 

He continued placing open-mouthed kisses on your neck and sucking bruises here and there, casually stopping to whisper sweet praises to you, his hips still grinding down on yours, making you pull his hair and arch your back into him, desperate for more.

“Desperate, aren’t we?” He asked cockily.

“Please, Kook, please,” You were now whining and he was loving every second of it.

“Please what? You don’t really deserve anything, do you? A whole hour late, really? And now you’re sitting here, begging. I should just leave you like this.”

“Please, Kookie, please. I’ll be good I promise.”

The nickname and your sweet whines were hitting him right between his legs. He looked at your face, your lips were still swollen, your long hair scattered across the bed and your eyes glistening with need. He wished he could just leave you like this, but he knew he couldn’t. You were beautiful. He had been wanting to have you like this, underneath him, begging for his touch for so long. He was mad, but he couldn’t.

“One more time. Be late for a game one more time and you’ll regret it.”

He lifted himself off of you, pulling his shirt off and tossing it on the floor. You were met by the sight of his bare torso and his arm tattoo ending on his chest. He was ripped. You've been living together for a while now, but you had never seen him like this, he had always been careful with boundaries. You wish now that he hadn't. You were just staring, not knowing what to say or do. The ache between your legs was increasing with every second and Jungkook could see everything in your eyes, chuckling once again. He then jumped off the bed, quickly pulling his shorts and boxers down, his swollen cock springing up, now on full display in front of you. 

You weren’t a virgin but you weren’t sure if you were going to be able to take it. He was way bigger than you had imagined, but the wetness between your legs made you forget you worries.

Jungkook was back on the bed, sitting on his knees, his hands going from your tighs up to the waistband of your leggings. He hooked his fingers underneath, and pulled them down, tossing them on the floor next to his clothes. 

Now you were there, only in a pair of tiny, black, lacy panties. He could feel his cock twitch with anticipation as his hand roamed around your thighs, your skin so soft underneath his touch.

“So pretty for me.” He muttered under his breath.

Then his hand went to your panties, slowly pulling them down. They were tossed on the floor as well and you were quick to close your legs together, blush creeping up your cheeks once again. 

“Don’t hide from me, y/n.”

With his hands on your knees, he slowly opened your legs, your pussy now underneath his gaze, dripping with arousal.

“Kook,” You whined again, throwing your head back, not being able to contain yourself anymore.

He then leaned down, pressing a kiss to your cunt and then licking a stripe from your entrance to your clit. You sighed in pleasure, finally feeling him on you. As he looked up at you, seeing your face scrunched in pleasure, the fire in him ignited even more- he wanted to please you, to make you shake, scream, beg- all for him. He wasted no more time, licking fast and sucking on your clit, your soft moans now filling the room. His hands gripped the inside of your thighs painfully, spreading your legs wider and pulling you even closer to his mouth, his grip and his tongue working on you were sending shivers throughout your whole body. Your hands went to his hair, gripping it and pulling hard, which made Jungkook let out a groan. You suddenly felt a stretch, Jungkook slowly pushing one finger inside your entrance, starting to pump slowly.

"O-Oh my god, yes, more, please-" you whined.

"Does that feel good, princess? You want more?" Jungkook asked, hooded eyes staring at you from underneath.

"Yes"

"Then beg." He was so cruel. So, so cruel.

"Please-" that was all you could muster up, the pleasure of his single finger pumping inside you and his hot tongue circling your clit already feeling overwhelming.

"Now, you have to do better than this. Please what?"

You really couldn't believe him, but you were just so desperate.

"Please, Kookie, more. Give me more, please, I need it so bad."

He chuckled against your pussy, sending vibrations up your spine. He just loved this too much- your begs, you sweet, sweet moans and the way your voice was cracking.

Jungkook slipped another finger inside, your cunt so wet already, welcoming the stretch and sucking his fingers in greedily. He kept pumping them in and out rapidly, curling them upwards to see if he gets the right reaction. And he does. He found the spot he was looking for, your hips jolting upwards and a strained moan leaving your lips. That was all he needed- his fingers now repeatedly hitting that spot, making you drip further onto his hand, his mouth lapping at your juices as tears start pooling at the corners of your eyes.

You could feel the heat in your stomach slowly starting to grow. Your back was arched off the mattress and your eyes were squeezed in pleasure, you hands still tangled in Jungkook hair and your hips now rolling into his mouth as he was still working his magic. Your whole body was on fire and you could feel an unfamiliar knot in your stomach getting tighter as he was abusing your sensitive clit with his mean tongue, his fingers hitting your g-spot again and again. Just as you were about to go over the edge, you felt his tongue leave your heat.

Your eyes shot up at him. “W-why did you stop?”

“Cause I wanna be inside you already.” Your eyes went down to his cock now in his hand, stroking it slowly. You could feel your release slowly slipping away from you already.

You reached up at him, pulling him on top of you down by his neck.

“Hurry up, Kookie, please.” This nickname yet again, so innocent, that's what you always called him, but it sounded so filthy now as it left your lips. Jungkook leaned down to kiss you again. He was kissing you passionately, his tongue exploring every inch in your mouth, just as it had explored your pussy mere seconds ago. You could taste yourself on his tongue and you could feel his throbbing cock rubbing between your wet pussy lips.

His tip was now pressing on your entrance, your legs hooking around Jungkooks waist in attempts to push him inside already. His mouth left yours and went to your neck again as he slowly started to push in, biting and sucking on your skin.

He was pushing in slowly, he was gentle and yet the stretch was intense. You threw your head back and sneaked your hands in Jeongguk’s hair once again, your mouth open, but unable to produce a sound. After a while, he bottomed out inside of you, a long groan leaving his lips as his forehead dropped in the crook of your neck. You felt full to the brim, trying to adjust to his size quickly.

“S-so tight, princess.” 

"Kook, it's- it's so big."

"Are you okay, princess? Should I pull out?"

As if.

"Nonono, please don't. I'm fine."

That's all he was waiting to hear. He then pulled out until only his tip was in, visibly struggling because of your grip on his cock, and slammed back in, hitting a spot deep in your stomach, making you release a loud moan.

“Oh my god-. I can feel it in my tummy, Kookie.” You said, immersed in pleasure.

“Can you, baby?” He lifted himself up, putting his hand on your lower stomach and pressing down gently as he thrusted in slowly again.

“Can you feel me all the way here?” You nodded, eyes closing again from pleasure.

Jungkook was now back on top of you, supporting himself on his elbows, as he gradually started increasing his pace, his lips enveloping yours in a needy kiss. His thrusts were powerful, hitting every spot inside of you, making you scratch his back and moan his name, not being able to get enough of his cock stretching you out.

"You're so tight, baby. You're gripping me so tightly. Feels so good." Jungkook was immersed in pleasure, the heat of your body against his, your tight, hot walls gripping him so hard he could barely pull out, and your plush lips against his, ringing moans in his ear. All for him. All becaouse of him. He was making you feel this good. Not Yukhei, not anyone else, just Jungkook.

The room was filled with both of your moans, his sweet scent coming through your nose and making your mind go dizzy, combined with the feeling of him buried deep inside of you to the hilt. His teeth caught your bottom lip and pulled, making you wince as the heat at the pit of your stomach kept increasing.

“Do you feel good baby?” Jungkook asked, strands of his hair falling over your eyes and covering his.

The pleasure was so immense, you couldn’t form an answer. All you could do was just hold onto him for support and keep placing brief kisses on his lip ring. He was thrusting in and out of you in a set pace and every time, you felt the stretch as if it were the first time. The head of his cock was pressing against your sensitive spot perfectly, making tears appear on the corners of your eyes once again.

“Are you okay? Should I stop?” Jungkook slowed his pace once again, noticing your teary eyes.

“N-no, Kookie, please. It feels too good.” The slowing of his thrusts gave you a window to speak up. “Please, keep going.”

He didn’t need to be asked twice, his hips immediately getting to work, thrusting his length inside of you, making you see stars yet again, your head thrown back and your eyes squeezed due to the intense feeling.

Jungkook’s hands were buried in your hair, grasping it at the roots, but his right had suddenly let go and went to your jaw. His big fingers grabbed your face and squeezed.

“If you’re going to keep moaning so prettily for me, you’re going to have to look me in the eyes. Come on, open them up for me.”

You opened your eyes, meeting his- glistening under the front strands of his hair, wet from sweating. You felt a single tear escape your left eye and fall down the side of your face, Jungkook quickly noticing and wiping it with his thumb.

“You’re so beautiful like this, all for me” he said.

He lifted his hand from your face, the warmth leaving you fast. It went between your bodies, his thumb softly touching your clit and starting to trace circles on top of it. You winced at the sudden sensation, realizing how much pressure had built up inside your bundle of nerves Jungkook was now taking care of. Overwhelmed with the spikes of pleasure all over your body, you couldn’t help but squeeze your eyes closed once again.

“Uh-huh. Eyes on me, doll. Or you don’t get to cum.”

“I c-can’t.” you answered, the words barely slipping out of your mouth.

“You can, come on, look at me.” Jungkook was persistent, so you opened your eyes, making an effort to keep eye contact. The pressure in you lower stomach was only growing with each second and you were on an edge you wanted to go over so badly.

“Mr. Good Boy doesn’t get to see you like this, does he? Does he get you this worked up? Hm?.” Jungkook asked. “Answer me.” he demanded, thrusting inside of you and reaching even deeper, while his thumb worked on your swollen clit, eyes never leaving yours.

“N-no, Kookie. Only you do.” Your words sent an electric jolt down Jungkook’s smile, the right corner of his lips going up into a spine. This was a sight he wanted to see every day- you, fucked out and moaning under him, all because of him.

Thoughts of you with Yukhei suddenly corrupted Jungkook’s mind, the possibility of never having you like this again popping into his head, jealousy taking over him. He pulled out of you abruptly, leaving you empty and clenching over nothing, denying you your orgasm once again. He stood up and grabbed your leg, quickly turning you over on your stomach.

“Kookie, wha-“

“Shht. Only I talk now. Stand up on your knees.”

You placed your knees on the bed, your back arching as you revealed all of yourself to Jungkook. The heat that was building up inside of you had only left you painfully wishing for more. You squeezed the sheets under your hands, burying your face in them as you waited for Jungkook to make a move.

Suddenly, you felt his warm palm on your butt cheek. His other palm followed, his hands starting to roam all over your ass. The warmth on one side suddenly disappeared, coming back just moments after, crashing hard on your cheek. You winced, the pain was sharp, but it only made the wetness between your legs grow.

"This is for being late for my game. Don't think your sweet pussy can make me forget that so quickly."

Another slap followed. And another after. And another after. Your butt cheek was getting more and more red by the second, harsh slaps echoing through the room. You were desperately gripping Jungkook's muscular thigh, whining and calling his name over and over again.

"Who do you belong to? Tell me?"

"You, Kook, I belong to you." you didn't even hesitate. Of course you belonged to him, that was always clear to you in your heart. Even more now, bent over for him, feeling so on edge, not being able to do anything besides just sitting there and taking his slaps against your ass, your juices dripping down onto his bed."

"Just look at how wet you get for me. Do you like this? Do you enjoy the pain? Dirty little girl. Apologize to me." Jungkook muttered between his teeth, his slaps never coming to a halt.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, Jungkook. I'll never be late again, I promise, I promise, I promise-"

You just kept rambling, not being in your right mind anymore, only feeling Jungkook's hand slap you over and over again, the pain getting sharper and sharper.

He then suddenly stopped, placing his throbbing dick to your entrance once again, pushing forward in one swift motion. Your pussy welcomed the stretch once again, feeling so full you could explode. Jungkook started snapping his hips mercilessly, pulling his cock all the way out just to shove it all inside of you again, speed so rapid it was making you dizzy. His hands were gripping your hips to keep you from moving, nails digging into your flesh. One hand suddenly moved to grab at you hair, pulling your head back, while the other sneaked underneath your body, fingers finding your swollen and sensitive clit, circling around it rapidly.

You really didn't know where you were anymore, eyes closed shut, incoherent sounds leaving your mouth, the pleasure from being stretched around Jungkook’s big cock, his tip hitting your cervix again and again and his big fingers skillfully playing with your bud becoming just too much for you. He suddenly leaned over, mouth coming to your ear, his cold lip ring grazing it, sending shivers all over your body.

"Are you gonna cum for me, pretty girl?" he asked. He could feel your walls tightening around him.

But you couldn't answer. There was no way you could form an answer right now, your head just bopping up and down in a nod. Jungkook didn't need more, feelings his balls start to tighten, the euphoria of fucking you so dumb getting to him. He started snapping his hips even more rapidly, fingers pressing on your clit harder.

It didn't take long before you felt the knot in your stomach snap, your whole body convulsing as overwhelming pleasure washed over it, your sight blacking out completely.

"Yes, that's right, cum all over my cock. That's my good girl." Jungkook whispered, a couple more thrusts inside you getting him to his high as well, his sperm spilling deep inside of you, filling you to the brim with the hot liquid as he helped you ride out your own orgasm.

Jungkook threw his head back, it just all felt too good for him, too good to be true. But as he opened his eyes and saw you, stuffed full of his dick, cum starting to drip from your now swollen hole, you spread out on his bed, eyes shut, looking so spent- he realised it was all a reality.

You were so beautiful, he finally got what he had always wanted.

And this for sure wasn't going to be the last time.

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