[Neteyam x Na'vi reader]

Warnings: Scenting, Marking, Established relationship.

Synopsis: Lo’ak, wanting to pull a prank on his brother, hugs you and leaves his scent all over you. How does your boyfriend react when he smells it?

Word Count: 917

“You want to prank Neteyam?” Lo’ak questioned, face lighting up with mischievous interest. A slow grin tugged at his mouth, the kind that told you he was definitely up to no good. “Oh, I have an idea.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “That sentence alone is concerning.”

He leaned closer anyway, lowering his voice. “Trust me. It’ll be harmless. For the most part,” he said, mumbling the last bit.

Reluctantly, you sighed and nodded. “Fine. But if he gets mad, I’m blaming you.”

Lo’ak laughed under his breath, clearly pleased, and before you could react, he reached forward and pulled you into a hug. It was sudden, but playful, his arms settling gently around your upper back. He was careful, and respectful with it, but he stayed a moment longer than necessary, chin resting atop your head, while his palms rubbed in circular motions against your back.

You rolled your eyes but smiled, hugging him back innocently, wondering what kind of prank he had planned.

“Just a hug? How’s that a prank?” you asked after pulling back, giggling and genuinely confused.

“You’ll see,” Lo’ak replied with a sly grin.

Unbeknownst to you, his scent clung to your skin afterward.

Later that day, the forest was bathed in the dim gold of the nearing eclipse when, from afar, you spotted Neteyam near the training grounds. He was focused, absorbed in the careful act of cleaning his knife, with a calm, relaxed aura surrounding him.

You called his name softly at first, then a little louder, jogging toward him with a smile that stretched across your entire face.

Hearing his name being called by a familiar voice, he looked up toward your approaching figure, and his expression softened the moment he saw you. Without hesitation, he set his knife and cloth aside, standing with open arms, followed by you crashing into him. His embrace was comforting and enveloping, his strong arms gentle around you, breath warm against the top of your head. Your cheek pressed softly against his chest, and your arms wrapped gently around his neck as you stood on your tiptoes.

Then, out of nowhere, his arms loosened from around you. You pulled back slightly, confused, and looked up at him just as his expression shifted. His brows were furrowed, eyes dark. Before you could ask what was wrong, his hands came up again, gripping your arms as he leaned down toward you.

And then, he inhaled, once, and then again shortly after, much to your confusion. Quickly, his nose traced the top of your head, following along your collarbone, then your neck, his breathing deepening with each inhale, as if he were trying to pinpoint the scent of someone familiar.

With the realization hitting him, Neteyam froze. He pulled back suddenly, eyes locking on you, jaw clenched, ears pinned slightly back in tension.

“Why,” he asked slowly, voice tight with jealousy, trying to compose himself, “do you smell like Lo’ak?”

You blinked, completely thrown off. Your mind went blank, scrambling to make sense of his sudden behavior and question.

Then, it came to you: the hug from Lo’ak earlier, that playful, innocent prank he had suggested, was playing out right now. Your confusion disappeared at the realization, and before you could stop yourself, a laugh slipped out, small and incredulous, as you looked up at his furious face.

Neteyam’s jaw tightened further. “This is funny to you? His scent is dripping off of you,” he said, with an irritated scowl on his face.

You quickly blinked up at him, cheeks warming. “I didn’t even notice! He just hugged me,” you stammered, laughing nervously.

Before you could clarify that it was a prank, without warning, his hands began moving almost instinctively, gliding over your body, sliding along your back, tracing the curve of your sides, holding you close as though he would never let go. He leaned down, pressing his cheek against the soft skin where your neck met your shoulder, and slowly dragged it up to the side of your neck, lips brushing just beneath your ear. Soft, involuntary sighs escaped your lips in response to his intimate touch.

Although you enjoyed his sudden affection, it left you confused. You slightly tilted your head away, and he followed immediately, matching your movements, and keeping you pressed close.

“Neteyam?” you whispered, heart racing from the contact.

He didn’t look up. His voice was gruff, breath hot against your flushed skin. “Mine,” he murmured, lips brushing over the pulse at your neck before latching on, sucking gently for a moment before pulling away. “I don’t want you smelling like him. You’re mine. You should smell like me.”

At his words, a soft whimper slipped from your lips, your knees going weak as your body melted further into his roaming touch, responding to the possessive marks and the raw jealousy lacing his voice.

He stayed pressed against you for a minute longer, inhaling his scent radiating from your neck, before pulling back just enough to take in your flustered expression, with a small, satisfied smirk tugging at his lips.

“Now,” he uttered, voice husky and low, “no one is coming near you, especially not my skxawng brother. And if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to skin him for touching my girl.”

Before you could protest, he strode off with purpose. You scrambled after him, calling out that it was just a prank, but it didn’t slow him down in the slightest. If anything, it only made him walk faster. Lo’ak really should’ve known better!

Look, you didn't ask for a best friend whose dad is the god of the sea. You just wanted someone to share blue Jolly Ranchers with during Algebra II.

But here you are.

Being friends with Percy Jackson comes with a lot of hazards. Exploding toilets? Check. Gym teachers turning into monsters you cannot see? Standard Tuesday. But the biggest hazard, the one nobody warned you, is the summer.

Specifically, the part where he vanishes to Camp Half-Blood, and you stay in the mortal world.

For Percy, camp is supposed to be a safe haven. But this summer, the monsters aren't outside the borders; they’re in his head. Every time he tries to sleep in Cabin Three, listening to the fountain drip, his ADHD brain doesn't focus on quests or prophecies.

It hyper-fixates on you.

And more specifically, on the guys who get to sit next to you in the cafeteria while he’s off fighting harpies.

He tries to Iris Message you, but the connection is always misty. Once, he saw a guy’s arm draped over the back of your chair. Just a friendly gesture, right? Not to Percy.

To Percy, that arm looked like a hydra head that needed lopping off. He spent the rest of the summer slicing training dummies in half with a little too much enthusiasm, imagining they were wearing varsity jackets.

By the time August rolls around and he comes back to the city, the jealousy has crusted over his heart like barnacles on a hull.

The reunion is supposed to be sweet. You guys plan a trip to the beach, Montauk, obviously. It's his turf.

He wants to show off a little, maybe walk on water, maybe just hold your hand without worrying about a hellhound jumping him.

Then you invite Kyle.

Kyle is perfectly nice. He’s in your biology class. He has floppy hair and a laugh that sounds like a seal barking, and he brought a Frisbee. He is entirely, tragically mortal.

"I didn't know we were bringing guests," Percy says when he sees him.

His voice is casual, that easy-going tone he uses when he’s bluffing a god, but his eyes are stormy. Sea-green, darkening to a violent, deep-ocean gray.

"Kyle just wanted to tag along," you say, smiling, oblivious to the fact that the air pressure around you just dropped ten degrees. "Is that cool?"

Percy forces a crooked grin. It doesn't reach his eyes. "Yeah. Totally cool."

The drive is excruciating. Kyle talks about lacrosse. Kyle talks about his dad’s boat. Percy grips the steering wheel so hard the leather creaks, listening to the way you laugh at Kyle’s terrible jokes. In Percy's mind, he's connecting dots that don't exist.

She likes him. She forgot about me. I saved Olympus, and I'm losing her to a guy who wears Axe body spray.

When you get to the beach, the ocean greets Percy like an old friend. The waves get choppy, slamming against the sand with a rhythm that matches his heartbeat.

"Let's get in!" Kyle yells, peeling off his shirt and sprinting for the surf.

You follow him, wading in up to your waist.

The water is cold, waking you up, salty and sharp. Percy stands back for a second, watching. He watches Kyle splash you. As he watches you shriek and splash back. He watches Kyle’s hand linger on your shoulder to steady himself against a wave.

That's the line.

Percy walks into the water. He doesn't shiver. The ocean doesn't make him cold; it energizes him. He feels the currents tugging at his ankles, waiting for a command. Being the Son of Poseidon isn't just about talking to horses or breathing underwater.

It's about control.

And right now, he feels like he’s losing control of everything, except the sea.

"Hey, Jackson!" Kyle calls out, treading water out past the break. "Bet you can't swim out this far!"

Percy smirks. It’s a dark, sad little look. "You would be surprised what I can do."

He dives.

Under the surface, it’s silent. Percy opens his eyes. The salt doesn't sting. He looks at Kyle’s legs kicking aimlessly above him. He feels a pang of guilt a small, mortal part of him that says this is wrong.

But then he remembers the way Kyle looked at you, and remembers the long, lonely nights at camp wondering if you were moving on.

The jealousy roars louder than his conscience.

Percy clenches his fist.

The water obeys instantly. It doesn't look like magic from the surface. It just looks like a freak current. A riptide.

Around Kyle, the water hardens. It shifts from fluid to a vice. You’re only ten feet away, laughing as you wipe water from your eyes, waiting for Percy to pop up. You don't see the way Kyle's expression shifts from joy to confusion, then to sheer panic.

He tries to swim up, but the ocean grabs his ankles. It’s not a wave crashing down; it’s the depths reaching up.

The water fills Kyle's mouth before he can scream. It drags him down, heavy and relentless.

Percy stays under, watching. He ensures the current pushes Kyle deep, tumbling him along the sandy bottom, far away from you.

Far away from anyone. The ocean is vast, and it keeps secrets better than anyone.

When Percy finally breaks the surface, he’s right next to you. His hair is wet and messy, his eyes bright and innocent.

"Where's Kyle?" you ask, looking around. The water is calm now. Suspiciously calm. "He was just here."

Percy looks around, feigning confusion perfectly. "I don't know. Maybe he went back to shore? Or maybe he swam out further?"

"Kyle!" you yell, spinning in the water. Panic starts to set in. "Kyle!"

Percy puts a hand on your arm. His grip is firm, grounding. "Hey, hey. Don't worry. I'm here."

He pulls you closer, wrapping an arm around you to keep you steady against the gentle bob of the waves.

You're trembling, scanning the horizon for a friend who is already miles deep and miles away, carried off by a current that answered to one master.

"I’m sure he’s fine," Percy lies, his voice smooth like velvet. He rests his chin on top of your head, looking out at the endless blue.

The sea feels satisfied.

He feels satisfied.

The competition is gone. The doubt is drowned.

"It's just you and me," he whispers into your hair, holding you tight as the tide rolls in. "Just you and me."

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Hours later, the moon is high and the house is quiet.

You are asleep inside the rented beach house, exhausted from hours of crying and talking to the Coast Guard.

While Percy is sitting on the porch railing, his legs dangling over the edge, staring at the dark horizon. He’s drinking a blue cherry Gatorade, looking for all the world like a guy who’s just bummed out about a tragic accident, not a guy who just orchestrated one.

The air smells like rain and ozone. Suddenly, the scent shifts. It smells like a sea breeze mixed with Old Spice and suntan lotion.

Percy doesn't even look up. "Hey, Dad."

Poseidon leans against the porch support beam. He’s dressed in his usual vacationing in Florida attire, khaki cargo shorts, leather sandals, and a Tommy Bahama shirt with parrots on it that seem to be actually moving. He looks relaxed, but his eyes, those same green eyes Percy has, are narrowed.

"Rough day at the beach," Poseidon says. His voice is deep, like the rumble of a wave hitting a cliff.

Percy swirls the Gatorade in the bottle. "Yeah. Current was strong. You know how it is."

"I do," Poseidon says. "I also know the difference between a natural riptide and a hydro-kinetic execution."

Percy finally looks at him. There’s no fear in his face. Usually, Percy gets nervous around the gods, worried about smiting or turning into a dolphin. But tonight, he looks hollowed out and hardened.

"He was touching her, Dad," Percy says. It’s not a whine; it’s a statement of fact. "He was loud, annoying, and he thought he had a chance."

"So you drowned him," Poseidon muses, stroking his beard. He doesn't sound angry. He sounds like he's reviewing a batting average.

"I removed an obstacle," Percy corrects. He sets the bottle down.

"I spend all year fighting giants and Titans. I hold up the sky. I save the world. I come back, and some mortal with a Frisbee thinks he can just take my place?" Percy shakes his head. "I didn't survive Tartarus to lose her to Kyle."

Percy waits for the lecture, waits for Poseidon to tell him that heroes don't kill mortals, that he's crossed a line, and that Zeus is going to have a field day with this.

Instead, Poseidon chuckles. It's a dry, salty sound.

"You really are my son," the god says, a strange sort of pride in his voice. He walks over and puts a heavy hand on Percy’s shoulder. "I was worried you were taking too much after your mother. Too soft. Too forgiving."

Percy blinks, surprised. "You're... not mad?"

"Mad?" Poseidon looks out at the ocean, watching the moonlight dance on the black water. "Percy, look at me. Do you know how many sailors I have dragged to the bottom just because they didn't pour enough wine overboard? Do you know what I did to Odysseus just because he blinded my son? I made him wander for ten years."

Poseidon looks back at Percy, his eyes twinkling with ancient, chaotic energy.

"We are the sea, Percy," he says softly. "The sea is beautiful, yes. But it is also jealous. It is possessive. It takes what it wants, and it does not give it back."

He squeezes Percy’s shoulder. "You saw something that belonged to you, and you made sure it stayed yours. I can’t exactly fault you for acting according to your nature."

Percy breathes out, a tension he didn't know he was holding releasing from his chest. "So, I'm good?"

"You're fine," Poseidon assures him. "The mortals will call it a tragedy, the police will find nothing and the ocean keeps its secrets." He pauses, fading slightly into mist, ready to return to Atlantis.

"Just...maybe keep the body count low, son. It makes the paperwork annoying."

"Thanks, Dad," Percy says.

"Don't mention it," Poseidon says, his form dissolving into sea spray. "And Percy? She's a catch. Don’t let anyone else cast a line."

make-up s-- with your possessive ex ❤︎

warnings: MDNI, pet names, rough unprotected p!v, slight degradation, teasing kink + a surprise!

smut, female reader - no names or y/n used

you knew how the night would end the second you saw his scowl of disapproval from across the bar. you'd been small-talking the guy who'd also been eyeing you all night, gaze struggling to stay focused on the man in front of you, drifting back ever so often to that dimly lit corner.

unconsciously licking your lips as you watch his thick fingers squeeze the delicate glass of his drink.

wait, what are you doing? you broke up with him. you shake your head at your momentary continuing lapses in judgment, remembering the unforgettable night that you confidently and resolutely demanding that you were really done.

telling yourself to get a grip, you tear your eyes away from his and straighten your spine. focusing your attention back on the man who hadn't even noticed you, really. forcing yourself to pretend to care about his finance jokes and football references.

whatever you did tonight, you swore that you would sooner end up underneath (or on top of) the boring man who proceeded to drone on about, who the hell knows, before you ended up underneath him.

𝙍𝙖𝙛𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝙥𝙞𝙚

━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━

“Oh my gosh rafe!” You screamed into the pillow and gripped onto the newly messed up sheets as he pounded you from the back relentlessly

He wrapped one of his big biceps around your neck, making you roll your eyes so far back you see stars.

“What you like that?”

He grunts low and hot against your ear when you desperately nod and whimper

Then suddenly interrupted by a

Ring, ring, ring

You guys ignore it for a moment

But then you look look over your shoulder to see Rafe reaching over to grab his phone

Arm still around your neck, still pumping in and out of you

he picks it up for it to be topper and kelce

“Yo what’s up”

You did not expect him to answer, but you weren’t surprised. he always put you in awkward situations like this on purpose

He loved seeing how you would react squirming and scrambling to hide,

and that shade of pink your face word turn when embarrassed.

“Yooo rafee what are you doing right now come to-” kelce was rudely interrupted by your cries when rafe hit that sweet spot in you

“Rafe!” You yell a little too loud, immediately shoving your face into the pillow accepting your fate knowing they definitely heard that.

“What was that?” Topper laughs

“I think you know what you heard top” rafe smirks down at the sight of embarrassed little you

“No way dude” topper chuckles

“Don’t believe me?” Rafe says sliding his big cock out of your sloppy cunt.

Without hesitation turning the camera on, Pointing right at the last two cream pies he gave you, leaking and dripping out of your hole

You had no clue he was shamelessly and fully exposing you to topper and kelce

“Ass up.”

You didn’t even think, just did it like it was muscle memory

Finding the strength to get on your elbows and arch your back. Giving him full view and access of your creaming pussy

once again you hear the three of them snickering and mumbling nonsense, but you thought it was best to stay out of their business.

Topper and kelce basically got hard as soon as they heard your moaning voice,

Just imagine how they felt seeing such a private sight of you.

so of course they took advantage of this once in a lifetime moment and screenshot away like there was no tomorrow

You feel his big hands spread your little cheeks apart, thumb running slowly up and down your slit making you shiver.

The icky feeling of both your goo run down your shaky thighs.

“Shit, look at that, ‘s fuckin art”

You can feel the presence of his smirk creeping in

“R-ray? What’s going on..”

“Now that’s how y’ mark a bitch yours”

He ignores you and slaps your plump ass like he’s proud of you, like you’re a trophy

You slowly look over your shoulder, hoping he isn’t doing what you think he’s doing

You see him with the flash on, showing the boys your pussy on full display like your some kind of toy up for sale

“rafe! Stop stop!” You whisper trying to grab his attention

You reach over to grab the blanket from behind you and throw it over your shivering exposed body

but he just grabs it out of your hand and throws it on the floor making you whine his name once more

Rafe then points the camera at your face and you immediately bury your face in pillows

Feeling more embarrassed and exposed than ever

You hear a few chuckles then a

“Yo y/n”

“What’s up?”

They say in a slightly flirtatious tone. Rafe knows that, he knows they’ve always had a little crush on you

But he knows they’d never be stupid enough to go too far. so why not tease them and show them what they can’t have,

But that’s also partially why he answered. To show them you’re claimed and the things you let him do to you

“H-hi” you say shyly looking back at the phone just wanting to evaporate right then and there

“Rafe you lucky bastard” kelce mutters as topper raises his eyebrows nodding in agreement

“Damn right i am” he smirks Kissing a trail up your spine then flipping you over onto your back making you giggle

They say their “catch y’ laters” and whatever

-you let out a huge sigh finally feeling freedom

“But Rafe why’d you show them that?” You cross your arms looking up at him

“Should be proud, you know how bad they want you?”

“Just showing them you’re mine. aren’t you?,”

You desperately desperately like a little puppy

He thinks it’s adorable how desperate you are for him, giving you a little peck on the forehead

pairing: Idol!Jungkook x Reader (Y/N)  

tags: idol au, established relationship, smut, possessive jungkook, jealous jungkook, angry sex, public venue, secret encounter, overstimulation, protective jungkook, soft jungkook after sex.  

tropes: "everyone is looking at you but you belong to me", "overprotective boyfriend", "marking what's mine", "secretly hooking up in a public place", "he acts tough but he's a softie for her".  

warnings: 18+, explicit smut, rough smut, public/semi-public sex, bathroom sex, fingering, finger fucking, rough penetration, wall sex, marking / biting, blood (from biting), creampie / internal ejaculation, leaving the venue without cleaning up / leaking semen, wet sounds, overstimulation, risk of getting caught, jungkook is a jealous idiot but he's deeply in love, praise kink, post-orgasm aftercare.  

word count: 7.1k

summary: You find yourself at an exclusive VIP after-party celebrating the end of a major award show, wearing a tight black dress and sharing a laugh-filled conversation with Soobin. Everything seems like the perfect night, until you lock eyes with Jungkook, your boyfriend, across the bar. His patience has worn thin, and his dark eyes promise an explicit punishment right in front of everyone. In the end, the cold marble walls of the bathroom will become the only witness to a fury fueled by jealousy, marks on the skin, and a wild possessiveness.

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The tight black fabric of the dress clung to your curves like a second skin, cut so low in the back that you felt the cold air of the lounge every time you moved. You adjusted the edge of the fabric, smiling as Soobin let out a clean laugh, leaning over to make himself heard over the electronic music vibrating against the walls of the private club. The venue was packed with celebrities, producers, and neon lights that tinged the atmosphere with purple and bluish hues, creating a dense, exclusive ambiance.

Soobin, looking impeccable in his designer suit, touched your shoulder naturally—a gesture of pure friendship that they had shared for years in the industry, but one that in an environment full of curious eyes seemed much more intimate. He spoke into your ear, his lips almost brushing the strands of your hair to beat the volume of the bass.

"Really, Y/N, if you don't stop wearing these dresses, I'm going to have to play your bodyguard all night," Soobin joked, keeping his hand resting on your shoulder while gesticulating with his other hand, which held a glass of champagne. "Half the club is devouring you with their eyes, and I don't want to have to fight anyone today."

You laughed, throwing your head back in an exaggerated gesture, and took a sip from your own glass, letting the liquid warm your throat. "Don't overdo it, Soobin. It's just a black dress. Besides, I'm perfectly safe with you here."

You tucked a strand behind your ear, and as you looked down, a sharp, intense sensation of warmth ran down the back of your neck. It was that sixth sense that activated only when he was around. Instinctively, you looked over Soobin's shoulder, searching the far end of the VIP bar, the darkest and most secluded corner of the private section.

There he was.

Jungkook hadn't moved from his spot in the last hour. His long fingers were wrapped around a glass of whiskey on the rocks, but he wasn't drinking. He wore a jacket over a black silk shirt with the first few buttons open, revealing the beginning of the tattoos that crawled up his neck. His jaw was so tight that you could feel the muscle's tension from across the room. His dark eyes, completely fixed and charged with a cold, possessive fury, were pinned directly on Soobin's hand, which was still resting on your bare skin.

Far from looking away when you caught him, Jungkook held your gaze. He slowly dragged his eyes up from your cleavage to your lips, and then locked them onto yours again with a wild intensity that made you swallow hard. There wasn't a hint of your boyfriend's usual sweetness on his face; his gaze promised explicit punishment, a warning that you were playing with fire. The contrast between the casual conversation you were having with your friend and Jungkook's quiet possessiveness across the room immediately quickened your pulse.

"Are you listening to me, Y/N?" Soobin asked, noticing your distraction as he gently ran his fingers down your arm to get your attention.

"Yes, of course," you lied, feeling your pussy suddenly wet at the thought of what Jungkook was thinking at that moment. You forced yourself to look at him again out of the corner of your eye. Jungkook had just set his glass of whiskey on the bar with a thud. You watched as he deliberately unbuttoned another button of his shirt without taking his dark eyes off you, as if warning you that his patience was completely gone.

You took a step closer to Soobin, seeking to tease Jungkook a little more, brushing your shoulder against his chest as you gave him another bright smile. "I just got distracted by the music. Were you telling me what happened to the producer the other day?"

Soobin kept talking animatedly about the new concept for his upcoming album, gesturing with his hands and smiling at you with that blind trust he had in you. You tried to focus on his words, nodded, and let out a soft laugh at the right moments, but the reality was that your mind was elsewhere. You felt the skin on your back tingling and hot, as if the air in the VIP club had suddenly become dense.

You looked over Soobin's shoulder to search for the dark corner of the bar again, but you froze when you realized that Jungkook was no longer there. Your glass was halfway to your lips. Panic mixed with an intense rush of adrenaline hit your chest. You quickly looked around the crowd of celebrities and purple neon lights, searching for his tall figure and black shirt.

Then you found him.

Jungkook had moved toward the VIP lounge area, right in your direct line of sight, just a few meters from where you were standing with Soobin. He had sat down on a black leather couch under a red neon light that cast dangerous shadows over the sharp features of his face. He rested his arms wide across the back of the sofa, stretching his body with a dangerously masculine laziness, and spread his legs wide in a completely dominant manner.

He stared at you with his dark eyes the exact second you discovered him. He didn't blink. He did not disguise it. He held your gaze with such wild fixity that you felt a sudden, wet spasm between your legs, soaking the lace of your underwear beneath the tight dress.

You shifted the weight of your body from one foot to the other, trying to maintain your composure in front of Soobin, but Jungkook noticed your nervousness and a sly smile, almost imperceptible and full of smugness, tugged at the corner of his mouth. He knew perfectly well what he was provoking in you.

Slowly and deliberately, Jungkook lowered his gaze to your cleavage, running his eyes over the black fabric that squeezed your breasts. Then, he widened his legs even more on the couch. You watched as he lowered one of his tattooed hands toward his crotch, adjusting himself in front of your eyes with total shamelessness, revealing the thick and rigid bulk that already marked the fabric. He had a completely hard cock just from watching you interact with another man, and he was showing it to you as a direct challenge.

You clenched your fingers around your champagne glass so tightly that your knuckles turned white. Your lungs starved for air. You watched as Jungkook, without taking his hungry eyes off yours, ran the tip of his tongue over his lower lip, slowly moistening it, promising you with that single gesture everything he was going to do to you with his mouth as soon as he had you alone.

"Y/N, are you really okay? You look a little pale," Soobin's voice brought you back to reality, breaking the invisible thread that linked you to Jungkook for a second. Soobin took another step toward you, worried, and placed a hand on your arm to comfort you.

That simple physical touch was the final trigger. From the couch, you watched as Jungkook's expression instantly transformed. The amusement disappeared from his face, replaced by a shadow of pure possessiveness and jealous rage. His eyes narrowed and his jaw tightened again in a brutal way. He held your gaze one last time, slowly nodding his head toward the hallway that led to the VIP restrooms. It was not a suggestion; it was a direct, icy order. If you didn't move right then and there, he was going to get up and force you out of there in front of everyone.

Your legs trembled under the tight black dress, feeling your pussy drip from the sheer anticipation of the punishment that awaited you. You set your glass down on a high table with clumsy hands and looked at your friend, forcing the most natural smile you could manage.

"Yes, Soobin, I'm fine. It's just so hot in here," you said, your voice a little higher than normal from the lack of air. "I'm going to run to the bathroom for a second to refresh my face and touch up my lipstick, okay? I won't be long."

"Sure, go ahead. I'll wait for you here," Soobin replied with a friendly smile, totally oblivious to the silent war that had just taken place behind his back.

You turned around, feeling Jungkook's eyes burning into your backside as you walked. You crossed the VIP lounge at a hurried pace, your heart pounding against your ribs with a physical, excruciating need to feel his hands on you. You stepped into the dark hallway of the restrooms, pushing open the door to the private marble cubicle with the absolute certainty that it wouldn't take him a minute to slip in behind you.

You entered the private bathroom and immediately leaned your back against the heavy wooden door, releasing the air you had been holding in your lungs. The silence of the place, broken only by the muffled hum of the bass from the music outside, hit you suddenly. You looked at yourself in the great black marble mirror; your cheeks were on fire and your breathing was so altered that the neckline of your black dress rose and fell erratically. You ran your hands down your thighs, trying to smooth out the clinging fabric, but before you could take a step toward the sink, you heard the sound of the doorknob turning behind you.

You instinctively stepped aside as the door opened and Jungkook came in like a whirlwind, slamming it behind him. The latch turned with a sharp, definitive click that echoed off the tiled walls.

You didn't have time to speak. Jungkook stepped forward, his face hardened by icy fury, and firmly grabbed your arms to smash your back against the cold marble wall. You gasped from the impact, but the contrast of the stone's cold against your bare skin only served to make your pussy even wetter, already dripping under your underwear. Jungkook crowded you, overpowering you with his massive body, forcing you to feel the stiffness of his erect cock pressing hard against your belly through the fabric of your dress.

"What the fuck did you think you were doing out there, Y/N?" Jungkook hissed, his voice so hoarse and low that it vibrated right in your chest. His dark eyes, completely dilated with rage and desire, swept over your face before locking onto your lips. His tattooed hands gripped your arms with a possessive force that made it clear you had no escape. "Did you enjoy watching him touch you? Do you like being looked at that way in front of everyone?"

You frowned, feeling anger and frustration mix with the intense excitement that had him so out of control. You tried to push against his chest, but it was like trying to move a rock; his muscles were completely tense beneath his black silk shirt.

"Jungkook, enough! I've explained it to you a thousand times, damn it," you exclaimed in an angry whisper, trying to keep your voice low in case someone passed through the hallway. "Soobin is my friend. I've known him for years, long before you and I started dating. We weren't doing anything wrong, we were just talking about his damn album."

"I don't give a flying fuck about his album, and I don't give a rat's ass about how long you've known him," he interrupted, closing the remaining distance to brush against your lips roughly. He didn't fully kiss you, torturing you with his agonizing proximity. His whiskey-laced breath flooded your senses. "I saw the way you laughed. I saw how he touched your shoulder and how he stroked your arm. I know exactly how he looked at you, Y/N. That guy wants to fuck you just as bad as I do, and you just stand there, smiling at him in a dress that clings to every single damn curve."

"He's my friend, Jungkook! He doesn't look at me like that; you're the one being completely paranoid," you shot back, throwing your head back as his mouth dropped down to your neck. You gasped for air the moment his clenched jaw grazed your sensitive skin. "You always do the exact same thing whenever he's around. I'm not going to stop talking to him just because you can't control your damn jealousy."

Jungkook let out a guttural growl, a possessive sound that ran down your spine like an electric shock. One of his hands released your arm to climb straight up to your neck, wrapping his long fingers around your throat loosely—just enough to force you to tilt your head back and look straight at him, catching your eyes with an icy fixity.

"Jealousy? Of course I'm jealous, dammit. It drives me crazy that anyone thinks they have a chance with you," he confessed through gritted teeth, his ragged breath hitting your face. His eyes went down again to your cleavage, where your breasts rose and fell heavily from the argument. "You're mine, Y/N. No one else's. And it makes me sick to have to sit on a damn couch watching other men lick their lips while staring at your body through that fabric. I'm not going to share you with anyone, is that clear?"

"I'm not an object, Jungkook. You don't have to share me because I'm your girlfriend," you replied, your voice cracking because the pressure of his hand on your neck and the hardness of his cock brushing against your core were clouding your judgment. Your pussy was pounding in an excruciating way, soaking your lace completely, wishing he would just stop talking and rip your underwear off at once. "You can't expect me to hide in a corner every time we go out."

Jungkook barely softened his grip on your neck, but only to slide his fingers toward the back of your head, tangling them tightly in your hair to pull you back. His gaze became purely hungry, losing what little patience he had left.

"I don't want you to hide," he whispered, brushing his nose against yours, letting his lips graze yours with wild urgency. "I want everyone to know that the only one who spreads your legs at night is me. And right now, you're going to apologize to me for making me wait so long while you were having fun with him."

You didn't have time to respond to his demand. Jungkook shortened the remaining distance and crashed his lips onto yours in a wild, wet, fury-laden kiss that made your knees tremble. You closed your eyes tightly, clinging to his broad shoulders as he devoured you without a hint of patience, thrusting his tongue into your mouth to claim your space, savoring the champagne you'd drunk and forcing you to follow a frenetic pace that took your breath away in seconds.

With a jerky motion, Jungkook pulled your hair back with the hand on the nape of your neck, forcing you to arch your back and completely expose your throat. You let out a muffled moan against his lips that he swallowed smugly. He lowered his kisses down your jaw, leaving a trail of hot saliva that cooled suddenly with the air from the bathroom, until he stopped right in the curve of your neck, where your pulse beat wildly.

"You're going to learn to respect me, Y/N," he growled against your skin, and before you could process his words, he dug his teeth hard into the sensitive tissue of your shoulder.

You felt a sharp prick of pain that made you let out a gasp, digging your nails into the fabric of his black shirt. The pressure of his teeth was maintained for an eternal second, barely tearing the surface layer of skin until a warm thread sprouted from the small wound. When he pulled away, a perfect drop of blood ran down your collarbone. Jungkook looked at you with completely dark eyes, dilated by adrenaline, and a wicked smile appeared on his face. He lowered his head slowly and ran the tip of his tongue over the wound, licking the trickle of blood with an almost animalistic pleasure, tasting you as if you were his property.

"Mine," he repeated hoarsely, dragging the word against your ear as he left you trembling from sensory overload.

His hands wasted no more time. They went straight down the sides of your body, burning through the fabric of the clinging black dress until they reached the hem. With a dry, violent tug, Jungkook pulled the fabric up to your waist, leaving your bare legs exposed to the cold air of the marble bathroom. He forced you to spread your legs by pinning one of his knees between your thighs, forcibly separating them to gain space.

Your fingers clung to the edge of the sink when you saw his tattooed hand go straight down into your underwear. He hooked the lace impatiently and tossed it aside unceremoniously, leaving your core completely exposed. The first contact of his long fingers against your clitoris—which was already ridiculously soaked, hot, and throbbing with the lingering heat of the argument—made you let out a high gasp.

"Just look at you... you're dripping for me, damn it," Jungkook hissed, looking down, fascinated by the wetness covering your labia. "You were all smiles for that asshole, but it's because of my cock that you're so fucking open and wet."

He rubbed his thumb with direct force over your clitoris in quick, heavy circles that made you instinctively arch your hips toward his hand, reaching for more. Just as you were about to beg him not to stop, Jungkook curled two of his fingers and slipped them into your pussy, sinking them all the way down without a shred of mercy.

"Jungkook!" you shouted, burying your face in his neck as your vaginal walls contracted violently around his fingers, trapping them in your own heat.

He did not stop; he began to pump inside you with a fast, hard, and steady rhythm, matching it with his thumb, which continued to pound your clitoris relentlessly. The wet, dirty sound of his fingers going in and out of your soaking wet pussy began to echo off the walls of the VIP bathroom, mingling with your desperate gasps. You moved uncontrollably against his hand, losing your mind from the sharp pleasure that his punishment was causing you.

"You're going to cum for me right now, Y/N. I want to see how you come on my fingers before I bury my cock inside you," he ordered in your ear, increasing the speed of the pumping, driving his fingers deeper and deeper, looking for that exact spot inside you that made you lose consciousness.

The friction was so intense that you felt like you were burning inside. Your eyes filled with tears of pure pleasure and your vision began to blur. You felt the first wave of orgasm build up in the pit of your stomach, expanding into your thighs, which wouldn't stop shaking.

"I'm cumming, Jungkook... I'm going to cum," you groaned desperately, throwing your head back, pressing your buttocks against the marble wall.

"Do it, damn it. Soak my fingers," he demanded, pushing harder.

The orgasm struck you like lightning. You let out a gasp that was instantly muffled when Jungkook covered your mouth with his free hand, forcing you to swallow the sound while your pussy suffered brutal spasms, squeezing his fingers violently as you expelled jets of hot fluid that soaked his hand and wrist completely. You stood suspended in the air, panting against his palm, your body limp and completely defeated by the climax.

Jungkook didn't give you a single second to get used to the impressive length that filled you completely. Without pulling out, he yanked your hips back violently and rammed into you again with a sharp blow, causing your buttocks to slam against his pelvis with a wet, loud smack that echoed off the walls of the bathroom. You let out a high-pitched scream that was cut short when he started fucking you at a frenetic, hard, and ruthless pace, sinking into your pussy with an animal force that made you stagger against the marble sink.

"Shit, Y/N... you're so fucking tight," Jungkook gasped against your ear, his voice broken with pleasure, alternating his thrusts with a speed that was making you lose consciousness. "I swear it blows my mind how perfectly you fit me, fuck. No other girl feels like you."

You stared into the mirror with your eyes completely blurred, watching your breasts shake under the black fabric of the dress with each of his wild thrusts. Jungkook was staring at you through the reflection, his eyes bloodshot, completely out of control. The pleasure of having his huge cock sliding in and out of you at that speed mixed with the delicious humiliation of his words, making your clit throb with unbearable force.

"But I'm still mad at you," he hissed suddenly, his tone shifting to a much colder one as he thrust so deep it made you arch your back to the absolute limit, tearing a heartbreaking moan from your throat. "It makes me want to break you right here for letting him touch you. I want you to feel every damn inch of my cock so it's clear to you who this pussy belongs to."

"Ah, Jungkook! More… Harder!" you begged with a broken voice, losing your mind, moving your hips back to meet his thrusts with the exact same violence.

"Shh... shut your damn mouth," he ordered immediately, lowering one of his tattooed hands to firmly clench your jaw, forcing you to look at him in the mirror while he delivered three thrusts in a row that made you see stars. "Don't make a sound. We're in the VIP area of the party. Anyone could push that door, break the latch, and walk right in."

The mention of the real danger sent an electric shock straight to your spine. Suddenly, a perverse and extremely hot fantasy settled in your mind, sending your pulse racing. You imagined the door opening. You imagined people in the industry—or worse, Soobin himself—walking down the hallway, calling your name, pushing the door open, and finding you exactly like this: completely helpless, with your black dress pulled up to your waist, your hips flushed red from Jungkook's brutal pace, and his huge cock driving in and out of your soaked pussy, making you squirt right in front of him.

The mere thought of Soobin seeing you being torn apart by Jungkook's pleasure, moaning like a whore for him, turned you on in a destructive way. Your pussy twitched in a spasm so violent that Jungkook let out a wild growl, feeling your vaginal walls almost strangle his member.

"Fuck, Y/N... how you squeeze... does it excite you that they can see us?" he asked with a wicked smile on his lips, instantly capturing your reaction. His words became even dirtier, brushing your ear with his wet lips. "Think of your little friend Soobin outside, waiting for you. Imagine if he walked in right now and saw you with your legs wide open, devouring my entire cock while I fill you with my cum. Would you like him to see us fuck? Would you like him to see how I leave your pussy dripping with my cum?"

The morbidity completely overwhelmed you. You let out a loud, undone groan, unable to contain the tremendous wave of excitement that flooded you. Realizing how loud you had been, you immediately clapped both hands over your mouth, pressing your fingers against your lips to drown out your next screams.

Jungkook had no mercy; he took advantage of the fact that you were completely disarmed and overexcited to grab your hips tighter. Leaning a little more over the marble, he began to fuck you from behind with an even rougher rhythm, pounding you mercilessly while you could only emit muffled noises and sobs of pure pleasure behind your hands.

You were completely lost, your hands pressed against your own lips to hold back the screams as Jungkook continued to charge at you from behind with a brutal cadence. Your buttocks were burning from the friction and your pussy was pounding so intensely that you felt like you were going to explode at any moment. The wet smack of each thrust resounded loudly in the black marble bathroom.

Suddenly, three sharp, firm knocks on the wood of the door cut through the air.

You froze completely, opening your eyes wide in the reflection of the mirror. Jungkook also stopped instantly, leaving his huge cock buried to the hilt inside you, staying completely motionless. The silence that settled in the cubicle was suffocating, broken only by his agitated breaths and the sound of your chests colliding.

"Y/N? Are you in there?" Soobin's voice came from the other side, strangely clear and close. "You've been in there for a long time. Since you didn't answer my messages, I got a little worried. Is everything okay?"

Absolute panic ran down your spine. You looked at Jungkook in the mirror, imploring him with your gaze to be silent. But a wicked smile, charged with a hot, dark malice, appeared on your boyfriend's face. Jungkook not only didn't stay still, but he began to move his hips again in an extremely slow way, burying himself and coming out of your pussy millimeter by millimeter, making him brush against your swollen clit in such a precise way that you had to bite your lower lip to keep from shouting his name.

"Answer him, baby," Jungkook whispered in your ear, his voice barely a breath, brushing his nose against your sweaty, wet cheek. "Tell your little friend that you're perfectly fine. But watch your tone, because if you moan, I'm going to push hard."

Your hands gripped the edge of the sink so tightly that your knuckles ached. The slow rubbing of his member against your soaked vaginal walls was delicious torture. You swallowed hard, trying to stabilize your breath before opening your mouth.

"Yes... Soobin, I'm here," you managed to say, horrified by how shaky your own voice sounded. You paused for a second as Jungkook pushed a little deeper, causing you to close your eyes from sensory overload. "I'm fine... it's just... my dress got ruined and I'm trying to fix it."

"Ah, I understand," Soobin replied from the hallway, his voice denoting total innocence. He didn't have the slightest idea that you were leaning over the marble with your black dress pulled up to your waist, completely sealed around Jungkook's hard cock. "Do you want me to wait for you out here, or should I go back to the VIP bar?"

Jungkook's smile widened upon hearing his friend's question. To test your endurance, he thrust a little faster—not hard enough to make noise with the impact of your bodies, but deep enough to make you gasp. A high-pitched moan almost escaped your throat, but you bit your tongue just in time, transforming the sound into a heavy sigh.

"No, Soobin... go back to the bar," you replied quickly, the air missing from your lungs as you felt the hot fluids slipping down your thighs from Jungkook's movements. "I... I'm going to take a little longer. I'll catch you there in a few minutes."

"Okay. Don't be long. I'll save your spot," Soobin finally said, and within seconds, you heard the subtle sound of his footsteps fading away down the club's hallway.

As soon as silence reigned again, you dropped your head forward, resting your forehead against the cold mirror, completely exhausted by the psychological toll of almost being caught. Jungkook let out a hoarse sigh and grabbed you firmly by the chin, forcing you to lift your head so you would look at your reflection next to his. His dark eyes shone with a mixture of possessive pride and unbridled desire. He planted a wet kiss on your cheek, right where your tears of pleasure mixed with sweat.

"Damn, Y/N... you're a work of art," he praised you in a broken voice, completely fascinated by your submission. He gently stroked your hip before tensing the muscles in his legs once more. "You behaved so well. Talking to him with my cock deep in your pussy... You're going to drive me crazy. You're the hottest, most perfect girl in this damn world."

The pace became completely relentless. Freed from the paranoia of Soobin listening, Jungkook gave himself entirely to instinct, ramming into you with an overwhelming force that made you hit the marble sink again and again. The sound of his thrusts, the friction of his tattoos against your back, and the suffocating heat of the bathroom dragged you to the edge of the abyss. You felt the climax building with savage violence in your belly, making you lose all track of time and space.

"Jungkook... I'm going to cum, it's coming, fuck," you moaned, throwing your head back, seeking his lips in a desperate, tangled kiss.

"Take it all for me, baby. Receive it all," he gasped, delivering three brutal thrusts that made you see stars.

The orgasm hit you with the force of a tidal wave. Your pussy twitched in violent, painfully delicious spasms, squeezing his cock with brutal force, imprisoning him in your own heat. Jungkook let out a completely animalistic growl as he felt your vaginal walls strangling him; the stimulation was too much for his own control. He delivered two final, blind thrusts, burying himself deep inside you, and came with a series of powerful jerks, filling you with jets of thick, hot cum that you felt expanding all over your core.

They stood like that for a whole minute, united, your chests rising and falling heavily, listening only to the echo of their ragged breaths in the bathroom.

Little by little, the adrenaline of jealousy and fury began to dissipate, giving way to that warmth so characteristic of Jungkook. He pulled out of you slowly, letting out a soft sigh, and immediately grabbed you by the waist to turn you around with extreme delicacy—the exact opposite of his roughness from just a few minutes ago.

He gently leaned you against the sink, supporting your weight because your legs were still shaking like jelly. You looked at his face; the hardness of his features had completely vanished. His dark eyes gazed at you with a devotion and tenderness that melted your chest. Jungkook looked down at your shoulder, where the small mark of his bite still glowed with a trail of dried blood. Extremely gently, he cradled your face with his tattooed hands and pressed his forehead against yours.

"Baby... are you okay?" he asked in an extremely low voice, hoarse but loaded with genuine concern. He stroked your cheek with his thumb, wiping a strand of wet hair from your forehead. "Did I hurt you? Tell me if I was too rough or if I made you feel bad because of what I said... Fuck, I went crazy with jealousy, but I would never want to hurt you."

You smiled weakly, your heart pounding, but this time out of pure love. You shook your head, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I'm fine, Kook. I'm perfectly fine. I loved it."

Jungkook heaved a sigh of relief that seemed to come from his very soul. He lowered his head and began to pepper your face with soft, slow kisses; he kissed your eyelids, the tip of your nose, and then moved down to your shoulder, leaving a warm, prolonged kiss right next to the wound—silently apologizing through your skin. His hands slid down to your hips, giving you slow, comforting caresses that made your skin crawl in the most beautiful way.

"I love you," he whispered against your neck, pressing you a little tighter against his body as if he wanted to make sure you were real. "I love you so much I'm afraid I'll go crazy over you, Y/N. You're the only thing I care about."

"I love you too, Kook," you replied, hiding your face against his chest, inhaling his expensive cologne mixed with the scent of sex. "Much more than you can imagine."

They stayed wrapped in each other's arms for a few more moments, enjoying the peace after the storm. However, the reminder that you were still in the bathroom of a VIP club rushed back into your mind. You felt the warm moisture of his cum slowly sliding down the inside of your thighs, reminding you of exactly what had just happened.

You pulled away from him slightly, reaching for the paper towel dispenser. "Well, I have to clean up a bit and fix my dress before Soobin starts to really get suspicious out there."

But before you could tear off the paper, Jungkook's tattooed hand landed over yours, stopping you firmly. You looked at him, confused, but saw that the wicked, possessive spark had rekindled in the depths of his dark eyes. A sly smile tugged at his lips.

"You're not going to clean up, baby," he said in a voice that turned dangerously sexy again, pulling your hand away from the dispenser.

"What? Jungkook, it's leaking, it's going to stain my dress," you protested, feeling your core clench suddenly at the implication of his words.

"I don't give a shit about the dress," he said, pulling down the black fabric to adjust it over your hips, covering you up again but leaving all his cum trapped inside you. He smoothed your dress possessively, patting your buttock gently. "You're going to walk out just like this. I want you to walk around the club, talk to your little friend, and say goodbye to him feeling my hot cum run down your legs with every step you take. I want you to remember who filled your pussy every time you look at his face. We're going home right now, but you're leaving exactly like that."

You sighed.

It took you a couple of minutes to compose yourself in front of the mirror. You touched up your lipstick with slightly shaky hands, adjusted your hair to try to hide the mark of his bite, and smoothed the fabric of your black dress. As you took your first step toward the door, you felt a warm, thick thread slowly slide down your inner thigh. Your core clenched hard. It was a deeply intimate, overwhelming sensation; you were walking through a public venue completely filled with him.

You left the bathroom alone, just as Jungkook had planned so as not to arouse suspicion, leaving him inside for a couple more minutes. You crossed the corridor and entered the bustle of the VIP area again. With each step you took, the movement of your legs caused Jungkook's cum to slide a little more, soaking your underwear and making you feel a constant electricity between your thighs.

You walked to the bar and found Soobin in the same spot, holding his glass and looking down at the dance floor. When he saw you arrive, his face lit up with a friendly smile, totally oblivious to the perversion you had hidden under your dress.

"You're finally back, Y/N! I was already getting worried," Soobin told you, taking a step toward you. He looked at you intently for a second, squinting. "Wow, you look... a little different. Your cheeks are very red. Are you sure you're okay?"

You squeezed your legs instinctively, feeling the hot flow build up in your core for fear that he would notice it. You forced the most natural smile possible.

"Yes, Soobin, I'm fine, don't worry," you replied, trying not to let your voice tremble. "But actually, I came to say goodbye. I have to go now."

Soobin opened his eyes wide, clearly surprised and disappointed. "What? Why are you leaving so early? The party is just getting started, they still need to bring out the best DJs, and we wanted to talk to the producer, remember? Stay a while longer, please."

The morbidity of listening to his pleas while you felt the semen of the love of your life dripping down your skin turned you on in a destructive way. You looked Soobin in the eye, knowing that if he knew what had just happened to your body five minutes ago in the marble bathroom, he would be completely floored.

"I'm really sorry, Soobin, I'd love to stay," you lied in a hurry, settling your bag on your shoulder. "My head started to hurt a lot because of the noise, and the truth is that I don't feel very well. Tomorrow I'll text you and we can talk about the album calmly, yeah? Enjoy the party."

"Well, if you feel bad, I'm not going to force you," Soobin relented with a resigned sigh, but gave you one last affectionate smile. "Take care of yourself, baby. Let me know when you get home."

"Yeah, I'll let you know. Bye," you said, turning around quickly before your body betrayed you.

Walking to the exit of the club was delicious torture. You crossed the VIP dance floor, feeling how the thick cum finished staining the lace of your underwear, threatening to seep into the fabric of the black dress with each stride. You stepped out of the venue into the cold night of the city, where a line of luxury cars waited by the sidewalk.

A few meters away, you immediately recognized Jungkook's imposing black car. You approached at a brisk pace, and just as you reached the driver's side door, the tinted glass rolled down slowly and deliberately.

Jungkook was leaning back against the leather seat, now without his jacket and with the sleeves of his black silk shirt rolled up, showcasing his tattooed arms. He looked you up and down with a sly smile, charged with a supremely sexy self-sufficiency. His dark eyes flashed with pure possessive amusement at the sight of your slightly tormented face.

You leaned against the window frame, tilting a bit toward him, and looked at him with a defiant, flirtatious gleam in your eyes.

"What are you laughing at?" you asked him in an amused whisper, though your breathing was still a little shallow. "Let me tell you one thing, Jungkook... If I get into your precious car right now, I'm going to smear your leather seats with your own cum. It's driving me crazy how much it's running down my legs because of you."

Jungkook let out a low, hoarse laugh—an incredibly hot sound that vibrated right in your belly. Far from worrying, his gaze became even darker and hungrier. He stretched his hand out the window, gripping the back of your neck firmly to force you to lean a little further into the car, pressing his lips to your ear.

"I don't give a flying fuck about the car, baby," he whispered in a dark, husky voice that soaked you completely. "Get in right now. If you stain the leather, you're wiping it off later with your own tongue. Move, I'm finishing the job at home."

You let out a soft giggle, feeling a delicious chill run down your spine and a rush of adrenaline that quickened your pulse at the promise of his punishment. You let Jungkook steal a quick kiss from your lips before he released the back of your neck, and you walked around to the passenger side. The blast of the heater greeted you instantly, along with that characteristic scent of leather and his expensive cologne.

You adjusted your black dress carefully, although at that point you didn't care if it got stained or not; having his mark running down your legs made you feel completely claimed. Jungkook started the car, slowly pulling away from the club's curb to merge into the illuminated city streets.

Keeping one hand steady on the steering wheel, Jungkook stretched out the other and placed it on your thigh, squeezing the fabric of your dress gently. Looking at him out of the corner of your eye, you noticed his lips pull into an adorable little pout, his eyes fixed on the road but wearing that little boy expression he got when he was still feeling a bit sulky.

"Still, I think you spent way too much time smiling at him," he muttered in a tone that was meant to be serious, but completely betrayed how much he wanted your affection. "I didn't like seeing him so close to you at all."

It brought you so much warmth to see him acting like a tender, jealous boy that you unfastened your seat belt for a moment to lean toward him. You rested against his broad shoulder and began to pepper his right cheek with kisses, climbing up to his cheekbone and then down to the corner of his mouth, interrupting his complaints with loud, wet kisses.

"I already told you that I only love you, my handsome jealous boy," you whispered between kisses, caressing the back of his neck with one hand while he tried to suppress a satisfied smile at your undivided attention.

"Okay, I get it," Jungkook protested with a low chuckle, though he tightened his grip on your thigh, tugging up the hem a bit to trace your skin with his tattooed fingers as he drove the rest of the way home.

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