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[4:48 pm] another picture ticks in on jungkook’s phone. it’s been a couple of hours since the meeting he was in when you sent the first ones. he huffs out a dry, chuckle of disbelief when he opens the text from you, the picture you sent him not what he expected – instead of a teasing lingerie picture, it’s a selfie of you, sitting on his couch. the picture is taken from above, your head resting on the back of the couch as you smile cutely at the camera.

‘waiting for you ... <3′ is what the text says.

jungkook smiles to himself, too distracted by your pretty face to hear a single word of what seokjin says. it isn’t until seokjin snaps his fingers over jungkook’s desk to catch his attention that jungkook tears his gaze from his phone to the man sitting across from him. seokjin arches an eyebrow at jungkook, waiting patiently for an explanation.

“stop smiling at your phone like that,” seokjin huffs when jungkook doesn’t elaborate. he leans back in his seat while staring at jungkook with a disturbed expression. “it’s creeping me out.”

“sorry,” jungkook chuckles, hitting send to the reply he typed out for you before putting his phone down on top of his desk.

seokjin looks confused and slightly baffled when jungkook returns his full attention to him. “who’s texting you?”

“uh...” jungkook begins, pursing his lips before continuing, the word that leaves his mouth sounding unusual coming from him. “my girlfriend...?”

seokjin’s eyes widen, “your girlfriend?”

jungkook nods.

“since when?”

jungkook shrugs, “a few months ago i think.”

“you think?” seokjin blinks at jungkook.

“yeah, we’re not really keeping track…” jungkook admits and shrugs again, not really thinking much of it. neither of you have been keeping track of how long you’ve been seeing each other. it’s been at least a few months but jungkook really isn’t sure.

“what- why- I can’t believe you have a girlfriend!”

jungkook watches as the gears turn in his older friend’s head, desperately trying to comprehend this new information. he doesn’t blame him for being shocked. ‘girlfriend’ has never been a word in jungkook’s vocabulary but truth be told, he never planned for this to happen.

it just did.

and he would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the fact that he has a girlfriend now.

“you’ve been dating this girl for months and you didn’t even tell me! what the hell is wrong with you, jungkook?”

seokjin is offended and jungkook finds it amusing, a lazy grin spreading upon his lips as he leans back in his office chair and kicks his feet up. seokjin is married with kids and doesn’t have an ounce of gossip nor drama in his life so the least he expects from his friends is for them to tell him about their scandalous love lives. but it seems jungkook is settling and seokjin can’t believe his own ears.

“well?” seokjin presses, “who is she?”

jungkook’s eyes glance to his phone where a new text from you pops up, your name and the emojis you put after your contact name centered on his screen. he leaves it for now though as his long-time friend is desperately waiting for answers on the other side of the desk. and so jungkook sighs and brings a hand up to run it through his hair.

“it’s, um… well, it’s ____.”

seokjin’s lips part as he gapes at jungkook, always the dramatic one when it comes to reactions.

“____ as in your boss’ daughter, ____?”

jungkook presses his lips together and nods, “that’d be her.”

“damn…”

“it’s really not a big deal-“ jungkook then starts but seokjin soon interrupts.

“not a big deal?” he scoffs, “you’ve been living the single life for years but now you have a girlfriend and you call it ‘no big deal’? this is HUGE.”

another sigh leaves jungkook as he rolls his eyes heavenward at his friend’s dramatic response. like jungkook said, it’s not that big of a deal. besides, your father doesn’t know yet. the only person jungkook has told is seokjin just now and he’s going to keep it that way until the two of you have agreed on telling your father. until then, you and jungkook will keep it under the radar for everyone’s sake.

“hey, listen- ____’s dad doesn’t know yet so promise me you won’t go blabbering about it before we get the chance to tell him.”

seokjin furrows his brows, “I don’t blab-“

“dude, you do nothing but blab-“ jungkook scoffs.

[08:11 PM] "is this really necessary?"

jungkook sighs deeply, a hint of annoyance and yet also a small hint of amusement on his features as he watches you. your face is locked in concentration, your gaze focused on his face as you spread that fancy brand of face mask onto his skin. he can't even remember the name of the brand — all he remembers is you going off on a rant about how amazing it is and how it benefits your skin.

"yes," you chirp and use your fingers to bring the face mask down to his chin and over that part between his nose and upper lip.

"____, you already did a shit ton of other stuff," he protests, his tone almost whiny.

you can't help but lean back to look at him properly, amusement etched onto your face as you grin at him. you let out a scoffing laugh and move back in to continue the spreading of the face mask, "sir, you're pushing 30 — you need to take care of your skin!"

jungkook jerks back at your words, brows furrowed together as he looks at you with mock offense.

"did you just call me old?"

it's now your turn to jerk back with an offended gasp, "i did not!"

jungkook tries to fight the grin that's threatening to spread across his lips, "you totally did! god, you're mean..."

a giggle escapes you, mirth playing within your eyes as you flash him a smirk.

"you say that as if you didn't know that already–"

jungkook shakes his head at you with a smirking grin and sits still again, letting you continue your work on his face. once his face is covered with the face mask, you pull away with a proud 'all done!' leaving you. jungkook can't help but let that grin he was fighting before take over his features as he watches you, completely adored by your obvious excitement that he let you do this to his face.

"you satisfied with your work?" he asks, clearly amused.

you nod and smile proudly, "absolutely."

"so how long does this have to stay on my face?" he then asks, wondering just how long he has to wait before he can wash it off and go back to kissing you without worrying about messing up your hard work.

you hum and glance at the clock on his nightstand, "about 20 minutes."

jungkook's eyes widen, his lips parting and closing again.

"20 minutes?! baby, i can't go that long without kissing you, you know that–"

you grin playfully and lean in closer, barely brushing your lips against his in the most teasing way you can muster right now while his entire face is covered in face mask. your eyes drop from his eyes to his lips and back up again.

"i guess you'll just have to stick it out then," you murmur sensually before pulling away again, causing jungkook to chase after your lips in an attempt to kiss you. once you're too far away from him, he lets out a groan, his shoulder slumping in defeat. you cock an eyebrow at him and turn on your heel to head into his en-suite bathroom, glancing at him over your shoulder just to catch a short glimpse of him falling back on his bed.

[10:31 AM] "please?"

jungkook feels his cock twitch uncomfortably in his pants as you reach for his chin, gently turning his head until his eyes lock with yours and his attention is refocused from his laptop screen to you.

you lean closer, hovering your lips over his, your breath brushing them, "let me keep you warm while you work, baby."

jungkook's lips part slightly as if to inhale your breaths, the air minty fresh from when you brushed your teeth not too long ago. he lets out a defeated sigh, lips curling into a small smirk as he lets one hand leave the keyboard of his laptop. your own lips copy his, turning upwards in a faint smile when you feel his palm on your bare thigh.

"you wanna sit on my cock while i work, hm?" he asks, voice low and slightly raspy.

the little nod you give him has him growing harder instantly, the soft peck you leave on his lips making his heart jump in a funny way.

he doesn't hesitate to push himself back from his desk, creating space for you. he watches you, keeping his eyes trained on your actions as you push your panties down and step out of them, leaving them on the floor next to his desk chair before straddling his lap.

work leaves his mind for a moment as he pulls you in for a kiss. it's slow and sensual, pulling a gently moan from you as your hands unzip his pants to pull his cock out.

"you're so needy, baby," jungkook groans against your lips as you fist his length, pumping him a few times to make him painfully hard. you keep your mouths connected in a heated kiss as you lift yourself and guide his tip to your entrance.

jungkook hisses as you sit down on him, engulfing him in your warmth. he slides his hands up your thighs once you sit down fully, you bite your lip to prevent moans and whimpers from escaping. jungkook chuckles, giving your thighs a squeeze as he watches your face contort in pleasure.

"so needy you're willing to sit here and wait for me to finish work," he mutters, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you flush against him.

"will do anything to feel your cock, kook-"

you manage to whimper out the words, wrapping your arms around his neck and hugging yourself to him.

"mhm, of course you will... my good girl," jungkook smiles proudly against the skin of your neck, leaving a longing kiss there before resting his chin on your shoulder, eyes returning to his laptop screen to continue work.

for the half an hour you stay seated in his lap, keeping his cock hard and warm while he finishes work. he kind of expected you to cause some trouble and interrupt him, distract him and have him fuck you but all you do is occasionally leave gentle, soft kisses against his neck and jaw, patiently waiting until he closes his laptop.

"so patient, baby..." he praises you before kissing you deeply and lifting you to sit on his desk. despite being filled by him for half an hour already, nothing prepares you for the way he fucks you on his desk afterwards.

[07:23 PM] “baby, stop-“

jungkook’s chest vibrates with a low chuckle, trying his best to be careful not to accidentally burn himself or you on the pan he’s currently using to cook you a meal. he’s currently the victim of your ticklish touch underneath his t-shirt, your mouth pressed to his back to muffle your playful laughter.

you giggle, sliding your palms further up his torso, the muscles of his abdomen tensing under your touch for every laugh he allows to escape.

“i’m barely doing anything,” you grin while peeking over his shoulder to take a look at the food he’s cooking. it smells and looks so good; although you’re not sure if the good-looking part of it is the actual food or the way his hands look when cooking. either way, it’s hot.

however, before you know it, jungkook turns around to abruptly lift you onto the counter of his kitchen island, placing himself between your legs while placing his hands on either side of you on the counter top. he leans in close, his lips brushing over yours.

“you’re distracting me…” he murmurs quietly, the only sounds in the background being the sizzling of the pan and the music that’s playing from the stereo in his living room. however, you can’t focus on anything but the sound of his low murmuring voice that pulls you in like a siren calling.

“oh, i am?” you grin mischievously, your eyes shifting between his as you slide your arms around his neck and press your chest against his.

jungkook huffs out another chuckle, bringing his hands up to slide them up and down your sides a few times before letting them rest on your waist.

“mhm…” he hums, smiling at you with something in his eyes that neither of you know how to describe. “if you’re that needy for attention, just say so.”

you grin at him, unable not to. as much as you love to bicker with him on stupid topics like this one, you can’t bring yourself to do it this time. he’s right – you are in dire need of attention but not just anyone’s. no, you want his attention and only his.

“will you give it to me if i ask for it?” you ask innocently, letting your lips turn into a pout.

jungkook feels his heart clench in his chest at the sight, his eyes dropping to glance at your lip as it juts out. the playful mischief in your eyes tells him that it’s all an act – you know exactly what to do to get his undivided attention.

“depends on how you ask,” he retorts, voice low and husky as if you stole the power of his voice away. his entire body is warm, heated up with an all too familiar feeling that he can’t deny around you. he can’t deny it at all and his body and mind tells on him as they work on their own accords, causing him to lean in even closer.

“is that so?” you grin, playful glint in your eyes as you lean further away, making him chase your lips.

jungkook growls quietly and nods, sliding his arms around your body, keeping you close and tight against him. one of his hands slides down to hold the curve of your ass while the other slides up to grab you by the nape of your neck, forcing you to stay close and unable to lean further away.

you should’ve known – you wouldn’t get far even if you actually tried… not that you mind.

“ask me nicely and i’ll consider it,” he tells you, his lips so close to yours but still not kissing them, his breath hitting the skin of them as he speaks. the action and the entire situation as a whole sends chills down your spine and arousal through your body, your core reacting to every little thing he does.

“can i have your attention for a moment, sir?”

your lips curl into a smirking grin as jungkook’s body stiffens for a second, that last word surprising him to say the least but you can tell as he relaxes into you again that he doesn’t mind it.

it takes all in jungkook to not lean in the rest of the way and clash his lips to yours. he’s headstrong on making you ask nicely, a specific word missing in that innocent little request of yours. his voice is almost gone by now, merely a whisper against your lips before he allows himself to indulge in you and forget all about that dinner he was cooking before.

fuck it, he’ll just heat it up later.

“say please.”

your resolve is quickly disappearing. he can tell because your breathing is turning heavier and your heart is beating so hard in your chest that he can feel it against his own chest.

“please?”

“good girl.”

with that, jungkook clashes his mouth to yours in a heated, hungry kiss that causes a chill to run down your spine like lightning. his own body is lit on fire the second his mouth is on yours, a moan leaving him almost instantly as his tongue finds yours in the matter of split seconds, dancing with yours in a hot and tantalizing tango of wetness. when your legs lock around his waist and your core presses against his, he knows.

[23:17 PM] “you take my fingers so fucking well, baby–”

jungkook growls these words right next to your ear, watching how your pussy swallows his fingers for every pump of them, your arousal coating his digits in shimmering wetness. your back is arching off his chest, lips parted in silent cries of pleasure, chest heaving in short puffs of air as you fight to catch your breath. 

the tightened string in your abdomen is about to break within you for the fourth time tonight, jungkook can tell from the way your walls tighten around his fingers as he buries them deeply in you, your hips bucking as they chase your orgasm.

“look at you,” he chuckles softly, lips brushing your temple, “such a good girl… letting me fuck you with my fingers like this.”

your moans and whimpers of pleasure fill the room, your hands tightly fisting the sheets as you feel yourself nearing euphoria with the same force as a tsunami wave.

“kook-“ you whimper his name.

“yeah, baby?”

your head falls back into the hard panes of his chest, his heart hammering in its cage underneath you. he curls his fingers within you, brushing that spot you love so much.

“please- kook,” you cry, the hints of tears in your eyes. “please, i need it-“

jungkook’s lips curl into a soft smirk as he notices how your fists tighten around the sheets, gripping onto them for dear life as he hand moves at an inhuman speed, fingers continuously adding pressure to that specific spot that always causes you to see stars. your jaw falls open as your orgasm sneaks up on you.

“wanna come, hm? wanna come around my fingers like a good fucking girl?” he grits the words out.

you nod vigorously, your legs tensing and trying to close around his hand between them. he hums in disapproval, his free hand grabbing a hold of your leg by the crook of your knee. he spreads your legs further apart, keeping them spread as he finger fucks you, bring you closer and closer to the edge.

“use your words.”

your squirm in his hold, the feeling of the string within you about to snap too overwhelming, your clit overly sensitive from your previous orgasms not too long ago.

“tell me what you need, ____.”

“i need to come!” the words burst from your lips, hanging in the air as you whimper and moan, tears rolling down your cheeks due to the pain and pleasure of being stimulated so many times in just one night. “wanna c-come so fucking bad- please, jungkook!”

your instant begging causes jungkook to growl against the shell of your ear, jaw falling slack as he watches your hips bucking as the orgasm reaches you.

“let go, baby- come for me,” he tells you, the guttural moan you instantly let out going straight to his cock, the blood rushing to the head and making his hard on so painful he might start crying himself.

you come around his fingers, a row of ‘fuck’ and ‘ohmygod’ leaving your lips in a rushed tone as you let go, letting the orgasm wash over you in tidal waves. the release you feel is intense, unfamiliar yet so fucking good you blackout for a brief moment. jungkook fingers you through your orgasms, eyes widened in surprise as he watches the wetness squirt from your pussy, soaking his sheets.

“fuck, baby-“ he mutters the words, sounding out of breath as he leaves a kiss on your bare shoulder. you’re heaving for air, trying to catch your breath as you fall limp against his chest, head lying on his shoulder. “my pretty, beautiful girl… you just squirted all over my sheets.”

“what- i don’t…” you try to lift your head to see what he’s talking about but you’re too spent to even do that, dropping your head back to rest on his shoulder. jungkook’s palms are sliding over your thighs in comforting strokes as he waits patiently for you to return to your senses, leaving kisses on your shoulder and neck. he can’t help but smile against your skin, feeling pride in his chest as he stares at the wet spot on his silk sheets, unable to get the image of you orgasming and a squirting out of his head.

half an hour later of cuddles and comforting praises, jungkook returns to the bedroom after cleaning you up with a damp towel. he helps you into one of his oversized t-shirts before lifting you of the bed, carrying you bridal style out of the his bedroom and into the guest room across the hall.

“i didn’t know i could do that,” you tell him, the faint hints of surprise evident in your voice.

jungkook chuckles softly, “well, apparently you can.”

you’re still pretty worn out, eyes tired and droopy as he places you on the bed. he leans over you, kissing your lips softly a few times before standing up again. he’s about to leave the room and go fix his sheets but he never makes it far before you’re grabbing a hold of his hand. he glances at you, smiling softly when you tug at his hand.

“stay,” you mumble, sleep laced in your voice. “we can fix the sheets tomorrow.”

jungkook doesn’t need further persuasion, forgetting all about the sheets as he crawls into bed with you. you let out a satisfied hum as you cuddle up against him, burying your face in the crook of his neck as you throw a leg over his. jungkook can’t help but grin softly as you cling to him, your soft snores filling the air before he can tell you goodnight.

“goodnight, baby.”

[08:28 AM] “you’ve got to be kidding me–“

the words escapes jungkook’s lips in a grumbling voice as he stares at himself in the mirror just as he’s about to button up his freshly ironed white shirt. the purple red-ish bruise on his neck is staring right back at him as he leans closer to the mirror to make sure that he isn’t imagining it.

yep, that’s a hickey.

he smacks his lips before turning to face the culprit – you.

you flash him an innocent smile as you lay stark naked on your side on his bed, barely covered by his black sheets, supporting your head on your hand. the glint in your eyes tells him that you’re fully aware of your actions and the results of said actions.

jungkook cocks an eyebrow at you while pursing his lips, fighting a smile as he steps closer to the bed. your smile turns mischievous as he stands by the end of the bed, his dark gaze focused on you.

“you know i have work in like 30 minutes, right?” he asks calmly, keeping a straight face.

you nod softly before grinning, “oopsies.”

that smile he tried so hard to fight before has the upper hand as it spreads across his face. he shakes his head and reaches for your ankles, quickly pulling you to the edge of the bed. a surprised squeal escapes you as you’re taken off guard. you barely get to register what’s happening before jungkook places both hands on either side of you to lean over you.

“oopsies?” he repeats.

“mhm,” you hum as you nod again, fingertips playing with the opened edges of his shirt, his toned chest still on full display for you to admire.

“you’re gonna be the end of me, baby,” he quietly mutters as he dips down, brushing his lips against yours. however, there’s not a single bit of annoyance in his voice. if anything, it’s adoration. he couldn’t care less if you gave him a hickey – makeup exists for a reason.

“would that be so bad?"

the words are a soft whisper against his lips, causing goosebumps to rise upon jungkook's skin. and it makes him think for a second, your words circling his mind a few times before he shakes his head gently and mutters a quiet 'not really, no' before capturing your lips in a slow and sensual kiss.

a ever so gentle moan escapes your lips as he lets himself be pulled closer, your arms snaking around his neck to hug him closer as your lips lock together in slow, deep kisses. a low whine of protest emits from you when jungkook pulls away just enough to meet your eyes.

"as much as i love this little artwork of yours," jungkook teasingly says while pointing to the hickey you've left on his neck. "i need you to cover it up before i leave."

he presses a quick kiss to your cheek before getting off the bed to finish getting ready, grinning from ear to ear as you let out a annoyed groan at the lack of his body weight on top of you. he slips into his ensuite bathroom to brush his teeth and style his hair before appearing in the bedroom again.

obedient as ever, you've already found your makeup and are patiently waiting for him on the edge of the bed, still very naked but jungkook doesn't mind it; he loves that you're comfortable enough around him to not cover yourself up.

"where do you want me?" he asks, standing in front of you with his hands in the pockets of his slacks.

your eyes rake over him, taking him in as he stands in front of you in all of his tall, handsome glory. as much as you love to see him naked too, you love this look on him; the slacks, the cinched waist with an expensive belt, his crisp white button up shirt which always has a few buttons undone. jungkook isn't a tie guy – he rarely wears them.

"right here," you tell him, patting the spot next to you. a bunch of other answers ran through your mind but now's now the time to get freaky. he needs to leave for work in less than ten minutes.

once you've covered up the purple bruise you so kindly gave him earlier, jungkook thanks you with another deep kiss, leaving you breathless as he gets off the bed and gathers his stuff to leave. before leaving the bedroom altogether, he makes sure to kiss you once more; deeply and as if he has all the time in the world.

"meet me here again at six," he tells you between kisses, a faint smirk on his lips, "don't bother putting your clothes back on."

[9:51 AM] jungkook really enjoys the sight of you losing control because of him.

fuck, he loves it.

he made you cum twice already but he can't stop when it comes to you.

he's obsessed with the way your eyes will roll to the back of your head at the overstimulation, the way your lips are parted in moans and whimpers, your bottom lip swollen from how much you've been biting into it to keep yourself from screaming his name, the way your skin is scorching hot underneath his fingertips as he slides his palms up and over the expanse of your stomach until he can cup your tits in his hands, squeezing them tightly.

"ah- mhm, kook!"

your back arches in search of more and your hand tightly gripping the sheets, hips bucking against jungkook's mouth as he laps up your wetness mixed with his cum, the taste filling his tastebuds and sending snippets of euphoria to his brain. he moans against your core as you dig your other hand into his hair, sending those delicious vibrations through you, a gasping moan leaving you in response.

his thumbs brush over hard nipples once before circling them, your tits fitting perfectly in his hands – made for him, he's sure of it.

"oh god– fuck, kook.. i can't–"

jungkook lifts his head, replacing his tongue with his fingers, sinking them into your heat and spreading you out while his thumb adds pressure to your clit. he crawls back up, hovering over you and capturing your lips in a deep, wet kiss – the taste of yourself mixed with him transferring from his tongue to yours, causing your pussy to tighten around his fingers.

"you're gonna cum a third time," jungkook rasps against your lips, "understood?"

you shake your head, clinging onto him as your hips buck continuously against his hand. despite the overstimulation, you're still a desperate, little brat looking for release. jungkook smirks against your lips, pride filling his chest as you whimper his name, pulling him back in for a kiss.

he swallows your moans as you fall apart underneath him, carries you through your orgasm. he cuddles you after, cradles you in his arms, fingertips running up and down your spine as he leaves several kisses on your forehead, unable to keep himself from caressing every part of you, too gone in your shared bubble that is his hotel room.

[8:04 AM] “come on, baby- one more..”

a whining whimper escapes your lips as your forehead falls to rest against the cold tiles inside of jungkook’s shower, the cold sensation sending chills down your spine as jungkook’s thumb keeps circling your clit, his middle and index finger pumping in and out of you all at the same time.

“oh god-”

your whimpering words are weak, barely audible for him as he presses himself closer against you from behind. his cock his painfully hard, nestled between your bodies as he continues to work his fingers in and out of you, pushing you further towards the edge.

“you can do it, ____,” jungkook rasps in your ear, his other hand slipping in between your body and the tile wall, cupping your breast to give it a squeeze. his fingers pinch your nipple and tug, earning another gasping moan from you. he smirks to himself as he feels your walls tighten around his fingers, loving how easy it is for him to make you cum so many times in a row.

“fuck- i’m gonna cum.. ah, jungkook!”

his name leaves your pretty lips as you tumble over the edge, your second orgasm since entering the shower washes over you in waves of incredible pleasure. your body tenses and your hands turn into closed fists as you squeeze your eyes together, a continuous row of moans and whimpers escaping you as he keeps fingering you through your orgasm.

“good girl..”

his words sends a tingle through your body and a second round of tingles down your spine, goosebumps rising upon your skin despite the steaming hot water that’s pouring down on top of your naked bodies. you barely get to catch your breath before jungkook hoists your ass out, one of his hands gripping your hip while the other fists his cock, guiding the tip to your folds. your lips part in a silent moan as he sinks into you, burying himself to the hilt, hands gripping your hips tightly as he begins fucking you in a rhythm of steady, hard thrusts.

“oh, fuck- feels good,” you whimper arching your back even more to make it easier for him to fuck into you, to bring the two of you to euphoria at the same time. moans and whimpers continues to falls from your lips as jungkook moans and groans behind you, pulling you back against him, his tip hitting so deeply in you that it brushes the very deepest parts of you.

“shit, baby- you’re so fucking perfect.. made for me-”

a high-pitched moan escapes you as jungkook delivers a particularly hard thrust into your heat, the sound you let out going straight to his cock and making it twitch inside of you. he fucks you harder, faster, desperate to feel you cum around him, desperate to fill you to the brim with his own cum, desperate to feel all of you all around him.

“you gonna cum again, hm? gonna cum all over my cock, baby?”

you whimper and nod, “yeah- fuck, gonna cum so hard, kook..”