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CLUNK ﹑ꕤ j.jk

─── IT'S JUST A CLUNK OF METAL! ✧･ﾟ he watched her often, in the little window across from his shop. she danced, she sang, she twirled around the shop like a fucking disney princess and he loved it, he yearned to be near her. and on one particular day, when the snow and wind howled outside; he got his wish. the beautiful florist across the street needed him, and he'd help her in more ways then one. ꕤ⠀ՙ

🔩 *◞ jeon jungkook x f ! reader ﹐☆ mechanic jungkook & florist reader snowed in trope sweet reader lowkey pussy drunk jungkook obsessed jungkook smut sex on a car oral (f. rec) fingering choking spitting edging chain kink unprotected sex dirty talk ➜﹒minors do not interact

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The garage door was rolled down tight against the biting winter wind, its heavy metal frame rattling every few seconds as another gust slammed into it. Only the small rectangular window cut into the steel offered a framed glimpse of the world outside— a blurry, swirling canvas of white and gray where snow whipped sideways in furious sheets. Inside the mechanic shop, the air was thick with the sharp, familiar scent of motor oil, burnt rubber, and warm metal. The overhead heaters hummed steadily, pushing out blessed waves of heat that battled the cold seeping through the cracks. Fluorescent lights buzzed softly overhead, casting long shadows across tool-strewn workbenches and half-disassembled engines.

Jungkook stood near the front, rag in hand, absently wiping grease from his fingers as his gaze drifted— as it always did, toward that perfect little window across the narrow street. Your shop glowed like a beacon in the storm.

Soft, golden light spilled from the florist’s wide display windows, turning the falling snow into drifting sparks of amber. Through the delicate glass panes, framed by lush greenery and winter blooms, he could see you clearly. You moved with an effortless grace that made his chest tighten every single time. Tonight you were singing to yourself again. He couldn’t hear the melody over the howling wind and the low rumble of the shop’s ventilation system, save for the distance as well, but he didn’t need sound. The way your lips parted and shaped the words, the gentle sway of your body as you twirled lightly between the potted plants in the window display— it was like watching a private performance meant only for the flowers and the snow.

You held a small, pale green watering can in one hand, tilting it with careful precision as you misted the ferns and delicate winter jasmine that sat proudly in the front. Droplets caught the light like tiny diamonds before disappearing into the rich soil. Your free hand occasionally brushed a stray petal or adjusted a ribbon on a pre-made bouquet, your movements fluid and joyful. Your hair— loose and slightly tousled from the day’s work, caught the warm glow every time you spun, making you look like one of those Disney princesses from the old animated films he used to watch. Innocent. Radiant. Completely unaware that someone across the street was completely, hopelessly captivated.

Jungkook’s lips curved into a small, unconscious smile. God, he loved this part of the evening. The quiet ritual of watching you close up shop had become his favorite part of the day, even if it made his heart ache with a yearning he couldn’t quite name. You were so close, just a narrow street away— yet felt miles out of reach.

He’d imagined walking over there a hundred times: stepping into that fragrant, colorful world, introducing himself properly instead of offering awkward waves from across the road when your eyes accidentally met. But every time courage flickered, doubt snuffed it out. What would a woman like you want with a grease-stained mechanic who spent his days elbow-deep in engines?

“Earth to Jungkook.” A large hand suddenly waved in front of his face, breaking the spell so abruptly that Jungkook startled and nearly dropped the rag. He blinked, heat crawling up the back of his neck as he turned to face Namjoon.

Namjoon stood there in his thick winter coat, already zipped up to his chin, keys jingling in his pocket. His dimpled grin was wide and knowing, eyes sparkling with barely contained amusement. “You’ve got it bad, man. Like, painfully, obviously bad.” He chuckled, shaking his head as he adjusted the strap of his messenger bag. “How long are you gonna keep staring at her like a lovesick puppy? It’s been months. Just go talk to her already. Worst she can say is no.”

Jungkook felt his face flush hotter. He tossed the dirty rag onto the nearest workbench a little harder than necessary and waved his friend off with a scoff, trying to play it cool. “Shut up, hyung. It’s not like that.”

“Sure it’s not,” Namjoon laughed warmly, the sound rich and fond. He clapped Jungkook solidly on the shoulder as he headed for the side door, boots thudding against the concrete floor. “Whatever you say, lover boy. Just… the snow’s really picking up out there. Listen to that wind— it’s getting worse by the minute. Don’t stay too late, okay? Lock up soon and get home safe before the roads turn into an ice rink.”

“Yeah, yeah. I will,” Jungkook muttered, already drifting back toward the small window as the side door clicked shut behind Namjoon, leaving the shop quieter than before.

The wind howled louder now, a fierce, mournful sound that made the garage door shudder violently in its tracks. Snow lashed against the windowpane, blurring his view for a moment before the gust passed. Across the street, You were still moving between the plants in your window display, that soft, private little dance continuing as you prepared to close up for the night. The clock on his wall read just past six-forty-five — seven o’clock was creeping close. Soon You’d flip the “Open” sign to “Closed,” turn off the warm lights, and disappear into the storm.

Shaking his head at himself, Jungkook forced his gaze away and turned back toward the old sedan he’d been working on before Namjoon left. The hood was still propped open like a gaping mouth, exposing the engine’s tangled veins of hoses, wires, and metal. He grabbed a fresh rag and his wrench, the cool, heavy tool familiar and grounding in his palm. Leaning back under the hood, he lost himself for a while in the mechanical rhythm— tightening a stubborn bolt here, checking a loose hose clamp there. The sharp, acrid scent of motor oil and coolant mixed with the faint metallic tang of the shop surrounded him, a comforting contrast to the soft, imagined floral sweetness that always lingered in his mind whenever he thought of you.

The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting harsh shadows across the concrete floor littered with tools and spare parts. Outside, the blizzard grew steadily more vicious. The wind screamed through the narrow street like a living thing, rattling the windows and making the entire building groan under its assault. Snow piled higher against the curb, turning parked cars into soft white mounds. Jungkook tried to focus, but his thoughts kept drifting back to the golden glow across the way— to the way you twirled between your plants like the storm didn’t exist for you.

He was deep in concentration, fingers working carefully around a delicate sensor, when a new sound sliced through the muffled roar of the storm.

A car engine struggling to turn over.

Click… click… click.

The rapid, helpless clicking echoed faintly from across the street— the unmistakable sound of a dead battery or a failing starter fighting against the freezing cold. It came again, more desperate this time. Then, soft curses drifted on the wind. Or rather… the gentlest almost-curses he’d ever heard. “Fudge… oh, come on, not tonight. Please, just…ugh!"

Jungkook froze mid-motion, wrench still gripped tightly in his grease-stained hand. That voice. He’d only caught snippets of it before— soft and melodic when you greeted customers on the sidewalk, warm with gentle laughter when you chatted with regulars outside your shop, the occasional polite “excuse me” when your paths briefly crossed. It was always sweet, wrapped in a quiet confidence that made something warm and fluttery bloom in his chest. Even now, frustrated and battling the bitter cold, you couldn’t bring yourself to swear properly. You said “fudge” like it was the most severe word you could manage, your tone still so endearingly soft and sure.

A slow, involuntary smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. God, you were adorable. The kind of adorable that made his heart stutter and his stomach twist with yearning. He’d imagined hearing that voice directed at him so many times— saying his name, laughing at something silly he said, the soft sounds of your moans as he moved inside you.

He straightened up quickly, nearly banging his head on the raised hood in his haste. Heart suddenly racing, he peered out through the small rectangular window again, wiping away the condensation with the sleeve of his shirt.

There you were. You had made it to your little silver car parked right in front of your florist shop. The driver’s side door hung open, snow already dusting the dark fabric of the seat in delicate white flakes. You sat half-inside the vehicle, one booted foot still planted firmly on the snowy pavement as if ready to flee back into the shop at any moment. Your thick winter coat was pulled tightly around your small frame, the hood tugged up over your head, but a few loose strands of hair whipped wildly in the ferocious wind. You turned the key in the ignition once more — click… click… click— and let out another soft, defeated sound, your shoulders slumping visibly against the seat.

The storm was intensifying by the second. Visibility had dropped dramatically; the streetlights struggled to cut through the dense, swirling white curtain. Snow lashed sideways, stinging and relentless. Your car clearly wasn’t starting, and you were out there alone in the freezing dark, the temperature plummeting as night settled in.

This was it.

This was his sign— the universe finally giving him the push he’d been too cowardly to take on his own. Jungkook didn’t let himself overthink it this time. His pulse hammered hard against his ribs, a wild rhythm that drowned out the howling wind for a moment. He tossed the wrench onto the cluttered workbench with a loud metallic clatter, not caring where it landed. In one fluid motion, he snatched his heavy black coat from the hook by the side door and shrugged it on hastily, zipping it all the way up to his chin. He yanked a dark beanie over his messy, slightly sweat-dampened hair and shoved his gloves into his pockets, fingers already tingling with anticipation and nerves.

The side door of the shop groaned loudly as he pushed it open with his shoulder. The full, brutal force of the blizzard hit him instantly— like stepping into a frozen whirlwind. Icy wind sliced at his exposed cheeks and neck, snowflakes stinging his eyes and clinging to his lashes. The cold burned his lungs with the first deep breath, sharp and unforgiving. Snow had already accumulated several inches on the ground, crunching under his boots as he stepped fully outside.

He didn’t hesitate.

Jungkook pulled the door shut behind him with a firm click, the sound almost swallowed by the roaring storm, and began making his way across the narrow street toward you. Each step felt heavier than the last, not from the deepening snow but from the wild thud of his heart. The wind howled around him, whipping his coat and threatening to steal the air from his chest, but Jungkook pushed forward, eyes fixed on the small, bundled figure beside the silver car. Up close, You looked even smaller against the storm— delicate and out of place in the raging white chaos, like one of your own fragile winter blooms suddenly exposed to the elements.

Your hood framed Your face, cheeks already flushed a soft pink from the cold, and those strands of hair danced wildly around Your features. You looked... vulnerable. Beautiful. And something deep in his gut twisted with the sudden, vivid thought of how you might look flushed for entirely different reasons— lips parted, eyes half-lidded, that soft voice breaking into breathy little sounds as he...

He shoved the image away before it could fully form, cheeks burning hotter than the wind could cool. Not now, you idiot. Focus.

You turned the key again just as he reached you, another helpless click... click... click — and let out a quiet, frustrated sigh that the wind nearly carried away. When You glanced up and saw him standing there, your eyes widened in surprise, lashes dusted with snowflakes.

“Hey,” Jungkook said, raising his voice just enough to cut through the storm without shouting. He offered what he hoped was a warm, reassuring smile, snow already piling on his shoulders and beanie. “Need some help? Your car’s not turning over, sounds like the battery or the starter’s giving you trouble in this cold.”

You blinked at him, gloved hands still gripping the steering wheel. For a moment you seemed flustered, shifting in your seat as another gust of wind rocked the car. “Oh... um, I’m so sorry,” You said, your voice soft and sweet even through the embarrassment, exactly like he remembered. It wrapped around him warmer than any heater. “I know it’s freezing out here, and you really don’t have to help. I can try calling someone or... or wait it out. I don’t want to bother you.”

Jungkook shook his head immediately, stepping a little closer so the wind didn’t swallow his words. Snow crunched under his boots as he gestured gently toward you. “It’s no bother at all. Really. I’m Jungkook, I own the mechanic shop right across the street.” He pointed behind him through the swirling white, where the faint outline of his garage door was just visible. “Pushing your car over there would be easy, and I can take a look at it inside where it’s warm. You can hang out with me while I work on it, wait out the storm. No sense sitting out here freezing when the roads are only getting worse.”

He watched you process his offer, the way You knawed gently on your bottom lip in thought. That small, unconscious habit made his chest tighten. Your teeth pressed into the soft pink flesh, leaving a faint indent, and for a fleeting second his mind wandered again, wondering how that lip would feel under his thumb, or between his teeth, how You might sound if he kissed you slow and deep until You forgot all about the cold. Soft. You’d probably sound so soft... maybe a little whimper, all sweet and surprised...

He cleared his throat, forcing his thoughts back to the present as You finally nodded, a shy smile breaking through your hesitation. “Okay... if you’re sure it’s not too much trouble,” You said quietly, still sounding a little uncertain but grateful. “Thank you. Really.”

Relief and excitement surged through him, warm despite the freezing air. “Great. Just put it in neutral and I’ll be right back to open the garage.”

Jungkook jogged back across the street, boots sinking deeper into the fresh powder with every stride. The wind fought him the whole way, but he barely felt it now, adrenaline and something brighter buzzing under his skin. He reached the side door of his shop, fumbled with the keys for only a second before unlocking it and slipping inside. The relative warmth hit him like a blessing, but he didn’t linger. Moving quickly to the control panel, he hit the button for the main garage door. It rumbled to life with a low, mechanical groan, slowly rolling upward and letting in a rush of icy air and swirling snow as it revealed the brightly lit interior of the shop.

He stepped back outside immediately, waving toward your car through the storm. “Alright, it’s open! Let’s get you inside!”

Together they worked to push the car. Jungkook positioned himself at the rear, hands braced firmly on the trunk, muscles flexing under his coat as he leaned into it. “You don’t have to help,” he called out to you over the wind. “I’ve got it, the snow’s slippery, just get in and steer if you want!”

But you insisted, shaking your head as You moved to the side of the car, gloved hands pressing against the driver’s door frame. “No, I want to help. It’s my car, the least I can do.” Your voice carried that same gentle determination, and he couldn’t help the small grin that tugged at his lips.

The car was heavy, resistant against the accumulating snow and ice, but with both of them pushing it slowly began to roll forward. Jungkook’s boots dug in for traction, his breath coming in visible puffs as he put real effort into it. You pushed alongside him, smaller frame leaning in with surprising determination, your soft grunts of effort mixing with the howl of the wind. Every time their eyes met briefly through the flurry, You offered a shy little smile that made his pulse stutter. The narrow street felt endless in the storm, snow stinging their faces, wind tugging at their coats, but inch by inch they moved your silver car across the road and up the slight incline into the open garage bay. The moment the tires crossed the threshold, the raging blizzard dulled to a muffled roar outside the rising door.

Warm air from the shop’s industrial heaters rushed forward to greet you both, chasing away the sharp, biting cold that had clung to your coats, your hair, and your cheeks. Snow that had dusted your shoulders and boots began to melt almost immediately, forming tiny glistening puddles on the concrete floor beneath you.

Jungkook brushed fresh flakes from his beanie and shook out his heavy black coat, small droplets scattering. He tried to steady the sudden, wild rhythm of his heart. You were here. Actually here, inside his shop, alone with him, the rest of the world locked out by the raging snow.

“You can sit anywhere you want,” he said, his voice warm and steady despite the nervous flutter in his chest. He gestured around the spacious garage with a gloved hand. “Make yourself comfortable. There’s a folding chair right over there by the workbench if you’d like, or the stool by the tool chest. Whatever feels good.”

You nodded shyly, offering him a small, grateful smile that made something bright and warm bloom low in his stomach. “Thank you… again. I really appreciate this,” you murmured, your voice soft and sweet, still carrying that gentle lilt he had admired from across the street for so long.

He watched as you moved toward the old metal folding chair beside the sedan he’d been working on earlier. You brushed a few stray snowflakes from your coat before lowering yourself onto the seat, your posture a little stiff at first, hands resting neatly in your lap as if you were trying not to take up too much space. The overhead fluorescent lights cast a soft, diffused glow over you, highlighting the pretty flush still lingering on your cheeks from the harsh cold outside. Your hair was slightly tousled from the wind, a few damp strands clinging to your forehead and temples. You looked so beautifully out of place in the middle of his gritty, oil-scented world— delicate and bright like one of your own winter flowers suddenly transplanted into a mechanic’s garage. And yet… you fit. Somehow. Perfectly.

Jungkook forced himself to turn away before he could stare too long. He moved to your silver car and popped the hood with a practiced, smooth motion. The metal creaked as it lifted, revealing the engine bay. Leaning in, he examined the components with focused eyes, his fingers moving with familiar ease over cold metal and plastic. The sharp, familiar scent of motor oil, coolant, and rubber filled his nose again, grounding him in the familiar rhythm of work. But underneath it all, something much sweeter drifted toward him— your perfume. Soft, floral, with delicate hints of vanilla, fresh blooms, and something warm and feminine that made his pulse stutter and his thoughts scatter for a dangerous moment.

God… you smell like springtime wrapped in sugar. Like you could bloom right here in the middle of all this grease and metal.

He tried his hardest to stay focused on the battery terminals, checking the connections and corrosion, but his mind wandered anyway. Just for a second. He pictured you right here, bent forward over this same hood, your coat long discarded, back arched beautifully as he pressed up close behind you. The way your soft voice might break into breathy little gasps and moans, sweet, surprised at first, then growing needier as he thrust deep and slow inside you. Your hands gripping the edge of the hood, knuckles turning white, while he whispered filthy praises against the nape of your neck, one hand tangled in your hair, the other gripping your hip. How you might sound when you finally let go— those delicate “fudge” habits replaced by desperate whimpers of his name, your body trembling under him as he—

Jungkook snapped out of the vivid fantasy hard, blinking rapidly as a rush of heat crawled up the back of his neck and settled low in his belly. He cleared his throat roughly and forced his attention back to the engine. Get it together, Jeon. She — you — are sitting right there. Focus.

After a thorough inspection, the diagnosis was simple and clear. He straightened up, wiping his hands on a relatively clean rag, and turned toward you. “It’s just the battery,” he announced gently. “The extreme cold drained it pretty badly tonight. It happens a lot this time of year with older batteries. I can jump it easily with my truck once we’re ready, but…” He paused, glancing toward the closed garage door where the wind continued to scream and rattle the metal. “The roads are way too icy right now. Even if we get the car started, I wouldn’t trust driving anywhere in this mess. Visibility is terrible, and the plows probably won’t come through for hours. We’re probably stuck here for a few hours at least— maybe more, until the storm eases up.”

He leaned one hip casually against the front of your car, trying to look relaxed even as his heart hammered.

You were sitting there looking adorably nervous, hands wringing together in your lap in that sweet, unconscious way. Your fingers twisted and fidgeted, betraying your anxiety even as you tried to keep your expression calm. Your bottom lip was caught gently between your teeth again, eyes wide and uncertain as you processed his words. The sight made his chest tighten with something fiercely protective and warm all at once.

“I’m really sorry about this,” you said softly, huffing out a small, resigned breath that made your shoulders rise and fall. “I should’ve left the shop earlier… or checked the battery before the storm got so bad. But… yeah, I think waiting is the best option. I don’t want either of us sliding off the road or getting stuck somewhere worse.”

Jungkook nodded immediately, offering you a gentle, reassuring smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes. “Hey, no apologies needed at all. I’m genuinely glad I was still here to help. Honestly, it’s no trouble. This is what I do.” He gestured vaguely around the warmly lit shop with one hand. “We’ve got plenty of heat, lights, tools— whatever we need. I can even make some coffee or hot chocolate if you’d like. There’s a mini-fridge and hot plate over there. Beats sitting alone in a freezing car waiting for a tow truck that might not even show up tonight.”

You relaxed a little at his words, your shoulders easing as you gave him another shy, tentative smile. The way your eyes softened when they met his made his stomach flip pleasantly. “Hot chocolate sounds really nice, actually… if it’s not too much trouble,” you admitted quietly.

“It’s not trouble at all,” he replied quickly, maybe a touch too eagerly. He pushed off your car and moved toward the small break area in the corner of the shop, where the mini-fridge hummed softly and a hot plate waited on a cluttered counter. As he filled the kettle with water and searched for the packets of hot chocolate mix, he couldn’t help stealing glances back at you over his shoulder.

You were still sitting there on the folding chair, hands now resting more calmly in your lap, but that faint nervous energy lingered in the gentle way you watched him move around his space. The shop felt smaller now, cozier, the storm outside creating a strange, intimate bubble just for the two of you. Warm golden light, the low hum of heaters, the faint sweet scent of your perfume mixing with the earthy notes of oil and metal… and hours stretching ahead of you both.

Jungkook’s mind wandered again— unbidden, dangerous, and far too tempting. He wondered how long it would take for that adorable shyness to melt away in the warmth. How your voice might change when it wasn’t so polite and careful anymore. How you’d look with your hair messy from his hands, cheeks flushed deep pink for reasons that had nothing to do with the cold outside, and those soft, pretty lips parting around quiet, needy sounds of his name.

He swallowed hard, stirring the hot chocolate a little more vigorously than necessary, trying to ignore the growing heat low in his belly and the way his jeans suddenly felt tighter. “Here you go,” he said gently, walking back toward you with both steaming mugs. He handed you the white one, careful not to spill any as he lowered himself onto the low rolling stool a respectful distance away from your chair. “Careful, it’s hot. I added a little extra cocoa, figured we could use something sweet after dealing with that storm.”

You accepted the mug with both hands, wrapping your fingers around the warm ceramic like it was a lifeline. A tiny, grateful smile curved your lips as you inhaled the chocolatey aroma. “Thank you… this smells amazing.” You took a careful sip, eyes fluttering closed for a brief second in pure contentment. The soft little hum of satisfaction that escaped you made Jungkook’s chest tighten.

For a few minutes, the only sounds were the muffled howl of the wind outside, the steady hum of the heaters, and the quiet occasional clink of your mugs. You both sat in a comfortable but slightly charged silence at first, the storm creating an intimate little world just for the two of you. The shop lights cast a warm, golden hue over everything, softening the usual harshness of tools and metal. Snow continued to pile against the small window in the garage door, but in here it felt almost… peaceful.

“So… how long have you owned the flower shop?” Jungkook asked eventually, his voice low and curious. He leaned forward slightly on the stool, elbows resting on his knees, genuinely wanting to know everything about you.

You glanced up at him, cheeks still carrying that pretty flush from the cold and now the warm drink. “Almost two years now. It was my dream for so long— having a little place where people could come in and feel something beautiful and fresh even in the middle of winter.” Your fingers traced the rim of the mug absently. “I love watching people light up when they find the perfect bouquet or when a plant they thought was dying starts thriving again. It’s… healing, I guess.”

Jungkook nodded, his dark eyes never leaving your face. “I can see that. From across the street, I’ve watched you dancing around with the plants, singing to them sometimes.” He admitted it with a soft, sheepish laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry if that sounds creepy. It’s just… you always look so happy in there. Like the whole world outside doesn’t touch you when you’re surrounded by flowers.”

Your eyes widened a little in surprise, then softened with shy amusement. You bit your bottom lip gently— that adorable habit again, before replying, “You noticed that? I didn’t think anyone could see me through the window when I get like that. I guess I forget people are watching sometimes. It’s embarrassing… but also kind of nice to know someone was paying attention.”

The air between you felt warmer, thicker. Jungkook’s gaze dropped briefly to your mouth as you spoke, then flicked back up to your eyes. “It’s not embarrassing. It’s… really beautiful. You make the whole street brighter.”

You looked down into your mug, a delicate blush deepening on your cheeks. “That’s sweet of you to say. I’ve noticed you too, you know. You’re always working so hard over here— covered in grease but still smiling when customers leave happy. And you have this focused look when you’re under a hood… it’s kind of captivating.”

Jungkook’s heart stuttered at your words. He hadn’t expected you to admit that. The compliment landed softly, making heat bloom in his chest and lower. He shifted on the stool, suddenly very aware of how close you were sitting now, only a couple of feet apart in the quiet shop.

The conversation flowed more easily after that. You told him about your favorite flowers (peonies in spring, paperwhites in winter), the funny regulars who came in every week, and how you sometimes stayed late just to rearrange displays because it calmed you. He shared stories about ridiculous car repairs — the time someone brought in a car with a family of squirrels living in the engine, or the customer who insisted their “check engine” light was just the car being dramatic. You laughed at his animated retelling, the sound light and melodic, filling the shop and making Jungkook’s stomach flip every time.

As the minutes stretched into an hour, the storm outside seemed to grow even fiercer, wind rattling the garage door like it wanted in. But inside, the space between you had slowly shrunk. At some point, Jungkook had moved his stool closer without realizing it, drawn in by the way your eyes sparkled when you talked about your shop and the way you leaned forward when listening to him. Your knees were almost brushing now. The sweet scent of your perfume mixed with chocolate and the faint trace of his cologne created an intoxicating little bubble.

You shivered lightly despite the heat, setting your empty mug aside. “It’s still so cold out there… I can’t believe how fast the storm got this bad.”

Without thinking, Jungkook shrugged off his thick flannel overshirt— the one he wore over his plain black t-shirt and offered it to you. “Here. It’s warmer than it looks. The heaters are good, but sometimes the draft still sneaks in.”

You hesitated for only a second before accepting it, draping the oversized flannel over your shoulders. It swallowed your frame, the sleeves hanging past your hands, but the sight of you in his clothes did dangerous things to his pulse. You looked soft. Small. Like you belonged right here with him.

“Thank you,” you whispered, pulling the fabric closer around you. Your eyes met his, holding longer this time. The shy nervousness from earlier had faded into something warmer, more open. “You’re really kind, Jungkook. I was so scared when my car wouldn’t start, but… I’m glad it was you who came out.”

His breath caught. The way you said his name— soft, sincere, sent a shiver down his spine that had nothing to do with the cold. He set his own mug down and leaned in just a fraction closer, voice dropping lower. “I’m glad it was me too. I’ve wanted to talk to you properly for months. Watching you from across the street… it was nice, but this is better. A lot better.”

The air grew heavy with unspoken tension. Your gaze flicked down to his lips for the briefest moment before returning to his eyes. Jungkook’s heart pounded hard against his ribs. He could see the faint rise and fall of your chest, the way your fingers tightened slightly in the fabric of his flannel. Everything felt slower, more intimate, the storm outside a distant roar compared to the quiet electricity building between you.

“You know…” he continued softly, his hand moving almost on its own to gently brush a stray strand of hair away from your cheek. His knuckles grazed your skin, warm and slightly rough from work. “I’ve thought about what it would be like to finally be this close to you. To hear your voice without a street between us.”

Your breath hitched softly at the touch, but you didn’t pull away. Instead, you leaned into it just a little, eyes half-lidded and trusting. “I… I’ve thought about it too,” you admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “More than I probably should have.”

That was all the encouragement he needed.

Jungkook searched your eyes one last time, giving you every chance to stop him. When you didn’t, he closed the small remaining distance between you, tilting his head slightly as his lips met yours in a slow, gentle kiss.

It started soft— tentative and sweet, like testing warm water. Your lips were even softer than he had imagined, tasting faintly of chocolate and something uniquely you. A quiet sigh escaped you as you kissed him back, one hand coming up to rest lightly against his chest. The flannel slipped slightly off one shoulder, but neither of you cared. Jungkook’s hand cupped your cheek tenderly, thumb brushing your skin as he deepened the kiss just enough to pour months of quiet yearning into it, slow, reverent, and full of the warmth that had been building all evening.

Your breath mingled with his, both of you still close enough that the slightest movement would bring your mouths together again. You didn’t pull away. Instead, your fingers curled lightly into the front of his black t-shirt, holding on as if you were afraid the moment might slip away.

You pulled away only for a second, Jungkook’s dark eyes searched yours for only a heartbeat before he leaned in again, capturing your lips in a deeper kiss. This one wasn’t quite as tentative. It was slower, more intentional— his mouth moving against yours with a quiet hunger that had been simmering beneath the surface for months. One of his hands slid to the nape of your neck, fingers threading gently into your hair, while the other rested at your waist, pulling you just a little closer on the chair.

You sighed softly into the kiss, a delicate sound that made something tighten low in Jungkook’s stomach. He loved it immediately, that sweet, breathy little noise that escaped you when his lips pressed more firmly. It was needy in the softest way, exactly like he had imagined during all those stolen glances across the street. He tilted his head, deepening the kiss, tongue gently tracing the seam of your lips until you parted for him with another quiet, almost surprised hum.

The shop around you seemed to fade even further. The distant roar of the storm became background noise compared to the soft, wet sounds of your mouths moving together and the quickening rhythm of your breathing. Jungkook groaned low in his throat when your tongue shyly met his, the taste of chocolate and warmth flooding his senses. He kissed you harder, more insistently, savoring every little gasp and whimper that slipped from you as the intensity built.

Your hands wandered. One stayed fisted in his t-shirt while the other slowly slid up to his chest, fingers brushing over the thin silver chain that rested against his collarbones. The cool metal contrasted with the heat of his skin. When you wrapped your fingers around the chain and gave a tiny, experimental tug, Jungkook’s breath hitched sharply.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, lips shiny and slightly swollen, eyes dark with want. Your cheeks were flushed a deep pink, lashes fluttering as you tried to catch your breath. The oversized flannel had slipped further off one shoulder, revealing the soft curve of your neck and the edge of your sweater underneath. You looked beautiful, shy, but clearly affected, lips parted and breathing uneven. “You like that?” he murmured, voice rougher than before. His thumb brushed tenderly over your bottom lip. “Grabbing my chain… pulling me closer?”

You bit your lip, that adorable nervous habit making his heart stutter even as heat pooled hotter in his veins. Your fingers tightened around the silver links again, but you didn’t pull yet. Instead, you nodded shyly, eyes dropping for a second before lifting back to his. The combination of innocence and quiet desire in your gaze was devastatingly hot. Jungkook’s lips curved into a small, heated smile. “Go ahead, baby,” he whispered, leaning in so his forehead rested against yours once more. His voice dropped even lower, intimate and encouraging. “Yank on it. As hard as you want. I like it when you get a little needy.”

The shy nod you gave him, small, almost hesitant, but paired with the way your eyes sparkled with newfound boldness— was both incredibly adorable and undeniably arousing. The moment your fingers tightened properly around the chain and gave a firmer tug, pulling his mouth back down to yours, Jungkook let out a low, appreciative groan.

The kiss ignited.

He surged forward, mouth claiming yours with more heat this time. The gentle exploration from before melted into something hungrier, more desperate. His tongue slid against yours in slow, thorough strokes, tasting you deeply as he tilted his head to kiss you at a better angle. You whimpered softly— a needy little sound that went straight to his cock, and he swallowed it eagerly, drinking in every soft moan and breathy sigh you offered.

Your grip on his chain never loosened. Every time the kiss grew more intense, you tugged him closer, the cool metal pressing into the back of his neck as you pulled him in like you couldn’t get enough. Jungkook loved the way it felt, the slight sting when you yanked harder, the silent demand in the gesture that contrasted so perfectly with your shy, sweet nature. It made him kiss you harder, one hand sliding down to grip your hip, fingers digging in just enough to anchor you as he leaned over you on the chair.

The makeout session turned heated fast. Wet, open-mouthed kisses replaced the softer ones. Your soft sounds grew needier— little whimpers and quiet moans that spilled from you whenever his teeth grazed your bottom lip or his tongue explored deeper. Jungkook was addicted to them already. Every time you made that delicate, desperate noise, he responded with a low growl of his own, pressing closer until your knees parted slightly and he could settle between them.

He broke the kiss only long enough to trail his lips along your jaw, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses down the column of your neck. When he gently sucked at the sensitive spot just below your ear, you let out a particularly sweet, breathy moan that made his hips twitch involuntarily. “Fuck… you sound so pretty,” he murmured against your skin, voice thick with arousal. “Those little sounds… keep making them for me, baby. I could listen to you all night.”

Your fingers yanked on the chain again, harder this time, guiding his mouth back to yours in a messy, heated kiss. Tongues tangled, breaths mingled, and the quiet shop filled with the sounds of your growing desperation— soft whimpers, the wet slide of lips, and the occasional needy whine that escaped you when Jungkook’s hand squeezed your waist or his teeth nipped gently at your lower lip.

Jungkook groaned low into your mouth every time you whimpered, the sound vibrating against your tongue and sending sparks straight down your spine. He was quickly becoming addicted to those soft, needy noises you made. Each little whine and breathy moan spilled from you like music, so sweet and desperate that it made his cock strain harder against the front of his jeans.

His large hand, which had been gripping your hip possessively, began to wander with deliberate slowness. He gave you every opportunity to stop him, trailing his palm down the curve of your thigh before sliding it inward. When his fingers finally pressed over the seam of your pants, rubbing firmly against your clothed pussy, a sharp gasp escaped you. Your hips twitched forward involuntarily, seeking more of that delicious pressure even through the layers of fabric.

Jungkook pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against yours, both of you breathing hard in the warm, oil-scented air of the shop. His dark eyes were blown wide with lust, locked intensely on yours as his fingers continued those slow, teasing circles over your core. Even muted by your pants and underwear, the heat and dampness radiating from you made his breath hitch.

“Is this okay, baby?” he murmured, voice rough and low, barely above a whisper. His thumb pressed a little firmer against your clit through the fabric, drawing another soft whimper from your lips. “Tell me if you want me to stop. I’ll stop anytime.”

The warmth of the shop’s heaters wrapped around you both, but it was nothing compared to the fire building low in your belly from his touch. You were already aching, wetness soaking into your panties as his fingers worked you so perfectly. Shy as you still felt, the need was stronger. You shook your head quickly, voice coming out breathy and trembling with want. “Don’t stop… please, Jungkook.”

That desperate little “please” made something primal flare in his chest. Jungkook’s lips crashed back onto yours in a deeper, more claiming kiss, tongue sliding against yours as his fingers rubbed harder, pressing the seam of your pants right against your swollen clit. The wet heat between your legs grew with every stroke, and your soft whines turned higher, needier, spilling uncontrollably into his mouth. He swallowed every sound greedily, loving how your body responded so honestly— hips rolling against his hand, fingers tightening around his chain until the links pressed into the back of his neck.

After several long, heated minutes of kissing and teasing touches, Jungkook broke away again, lips trailing hot and open-mouthed along your jaw and down the sensitive column of your neck. His breath ghosted over your skin as he spoke, voice thick with restraint and raw desire. “Can I take your pants off?” he asked, fingers still rubbing those maddening circles that made your thighs tremble. “I want to touch you properly… feel how wet and warm you are for me. Is that okay, baby?”

Your heart raced, cheeks burning with a mix of shyness and overwhelming arousal. You wanted him— wanted this, so badly that the words slipped out easily, shaky but certain. “Yes… I want you. So bad.”

Jungkook let out a low, appreciative groan that vibrated against your neck. “Fuck, you’re so sweet,” he whispered, pressing one last kiss to your pulse point before pulling back. He helped you slide off the folding chair on slightly shaky legs, his hands gentle yet sure as they moved to the waistband of your pants. With careful reverence, he hooked his fingers into both your pants and panties, sliding them slowly down your thighs together. The cool air of the garage kissed your newly exposed skin, raising goosebumps along your legs as he knelt briefly to pull the fabric completely off, along with your boots and socks. He set the bundle neatly aside on a nearby cluttered workbench, his eyes never leaving your body.

When he rose to his feet again, his gaze was dark and hungry, drinking in the sight of your bare lower half. The oversized flannel you still wore— his flannel, hung loosely off one shoulder, the hem brushing teasingly against the tops of your thighs. You looked breathtaking like this: flushed, shy, and exposed in the middle of his mechanic shop, surrounded by tools and the faint scent of oil and metal. It was such a filthy contrast to your soft, floral sweetness, and it made his cock twitch painfully.

Instead of returning you to the chair, Jungkook guided you backward until the backs of your thighs met the wide, sturdy workbench behind you. It was the perfect height, high enough that when he stepped between your parted legs, your bodies aligned beautifully, his hips brushing against your inner thighs. The flannel slipped further down your shoulder, revealing more soft skin, but you made no move to fix it.

He leaned in close, capturing your lips in another deep, heated kiss before pulling back just enough to ask again, his voice husky and careful. “Can I touch you now, baby? Really touch you… with my fingers?”

“Yes,” you breathed out immediately, the word coming out whiny and desperate, your hips shifting restlessly on the edge of the workbench. Your fingers tugged on his chain again, pulling him closer as need pulsed through you. “Please, Jungkook… I need it. Touch me.”

The needy whine in your voice nearly broke his control. Jungkook’s eyes darkened further, a low groan rumbling in his chest as he slid one large, warm hand between your thighs. His fingers glided through your slick folds, parting them gently and coating themselves in your arousal. “So fucking wet already,” he murmured appreciatively, voice hoarse with awe. “All this pretty slick just for me? You’re dripping, baby.”

He started slow and teasing, circling your swollen clit with two fingers in gentle, deliberate strokes— light pressure at first that gradually grew firmer as your reactions encouraged him. Every slow circle drew another needy sound from deep in your throat: high, whiny little moans and breathy whimpers that filled the warm garage and made Jungkook’s breathing grow ragged. He watched your face the entire time, mesmerized by the way your eyes fluttered half-closed, how your mouth fell open in pleasure, how your head tipped back slightly when he hit that perfect spot.

“That’s it… make those pretty sounds for me,” he praised softly, lips brushing the shell of your ear as his fingers continued their torturous circles. “You sound so fucking needy, baby. I love it. Love hearing how much you want my touch. Keep whining for me like that.”

When your hips began rolling more insistently against his hand, chasing the pleasure, Jungkook shifted lower. He pressed one thick finger slowly inside your tight heat, moving carefully and gently pumping in and out to open you up. The wet, slick sounds of his finger gliding through your arousal mixed with your increasingly desperate whines, creating an intoxicating rhythm that echoed softly in the shop. He curled his finger just enough to brush that sensitive spot inside you, drawing a particularly sweet, high-pitched whimper from your lips.

“Relax for me, sweetheart,” he whispered, kissing along your neck and collarbone as he carefully added a second finger. He stretched you slowly, deliciously, scissoring gently while his thumb kept up those firm circles on your clit. The pace remained soft and deliberate, thorough prep rather than anything rushed— but the way you clenched around his fingers and let out those needy, whiny moans told him you were falling apart so beautifully.

Every whimper, every desperate roll of your hips, every soft “please” that slipped from your lips made Jungkook’s own arousal spike higher. His cock was rock hard, pressing insistently against his jeans as he worked you open with patient, skilled fingers. He kissed you deeply again, swallowing your moans while his fingers continued their slow, thorough exploration, curling, pumping, and rubbing until your thighs trembled around his waist and your whines grew louder, more urgent.

The storm outside continued to howl and rattle the garage door, snow piling higher against the windows, but inside this warm, intimate bubble, the only thing that mattered was the way you sounded for him— needy, whiny, and utterly perfect.

Jungkook had no intention of rushing.

He wanted to hear every single desperate sound you could make before the night was over.

Jungkook’s fingers continued their slow, thorough work between your thighs, two thick digits pumping gently inside your slick heat while his thumb circled your swollen clit with firm, precise strokes. The wet, obscene sounds of his fingers moving through your arousal filled the warm garage, mixing with the distant howl of the storm outside. Your soft whines had already grown into breathier, needier moans, but he could tell you were ready for more. He watched your face closely, dark eyes drinking in every flutter of your lashes and every parting of your lips.

Testing the waters, he curled his fingers harder, thrusting them a little deeper and faster, the heel of his palm pressing firmly against your clit with each stroke. The change in pace was deliberate, rougher than before, but still careful, watching for your reaction. Your response was immediate and beautiful.

A loud, broken moan tore from your throat as your head fell back, eyes squeezing shut in overwhelming pleasure. Your fingers shot down to grab onto his forearm, nails digging into the hard muscle there as your hips bucked against his hand. “Ah— Jungkook!” The moan came out loud and desperate, echoing softly in the shop. You clenched tightly around his fingers, thighs trembling around his waist as waves of heat crashed through you.

Jungkook’s breath hitched sharply, a low, hungry groan rumbling in his chest. Fuck. He loved every second of it— the way your pretty face contorted in pleasure, the way your voice cracked on his name, the way your body gripped him so greedily. Watching you fall apart on his fingers was quickly becoming his new favorite sight. Your grip on his arm only spurred him on, your nails leaving little crescent marks on his skin that he would wear proudly.

“That’s it, baby,” he rasped, voice thick with arousal as he kept up the rougher pace, fingers thrusting deeper, curling harder against that sensitive spot inside you. “You like it a little rougher? Look at you… falling apart so pretty for me. Moan louder, sweetheart. Let me hear how good it feels.”

You did exactly that. Another loud, needy moan spilled from your lips, your back arching as you held onto his arm like it was the only thing keeping you grounded. Your hips rolled desperately against his hand, chasing every thrust, every press of his palm. The flannel hung loosely off your shoulders, barely covering anything anymore, your skin flushed and glowing under the warm shop lights. Jungkook couldn’t look away— you were a vision: needy, whiny, and completely lost in the pleasure he was giving you.

But the more he watched you, the more desperate he became. His cock was painfully hard, straining against his jeans, but it wasn’t enough. He needed more. He needed to taste you.

After a few more rough, deep thrusts of his fingers that drew another loud sob-like moan from you, Jungkook slowed just enough to speak, his voice raw and almost begging. “Baby… fuck, I need a taste. I’ve been dying to know how sweet this pretty pussy is.” His fingers kept moving slowly inside you as he leaned in closer, lips brushing your ear. “Please… can I eat you out? Let me put my mouth on you. I’ll make you feel so good — I promise.”

You were trembling, chest heaving, but the desperate plea in his voice made fresh heat flood between your legs. You nodded frantically, voice coming out in a broken, needy whisper. “Yes… yes, please. I want your mouth.”

The relief and hunger that flashed across Jungkook’s face were instantaneous. He pulled his fingers out of you slowly, bringing them to his lips for a quick, filthy taste that made his eyes flutter shut with a deep groan. “So fucking sweet already,” he muttered, almost to himself.

Without wasting another second, Jungkook dropped gracefully to his knees in front of the workbench. The concrete floor was hard and cold against his knees, but he didn’t care— nothing mattered except the sight of you spread open for him. He hooked his strong hands under your thighs, spreading you wider and pulling you closer to the edge of the workbench until your pussy was right at the perfect height for his mouth. The flannel had slipped almost completely off one shoulder now, bunching around your elbows, leaving most of your upper body beautifully exposed.

Jungkook looked up at you one last time, eyes dark and blown with lust, lips slightly parted. “Keep making those sounds for me, baby. I want to hear every single one.”

Then he leaned in and connected his mouth to your core.

The first broad, slow lick from the bottom of your slit all the way up to your clit drew a loud, sob-like cry of pleasure from your throat. Your back arched sharply off the workbench, one hand flying down to tangle desperately in his soft, dark hair while the other gripped the edge of the table. “Oh my god— Jungkook!” The moan came out broken and overwhelmed, tears of pleasure pricking at the corners of your eyes from the intensity.

Jungkook groaned deeply against your pussy, the vibration sending shocks of pleasure through you. He didn’t hold back. His tongue worked you with hungry, expert strokes, licking broad and flat over your folds, then flicking rapidly against your swollen clit before sucking it gently between his lips. He alternated between long, thorough licks that collected every drop of your slick and focused suction that made your thighs shake violently around his head.

“Fuck… you taste even better than I imagined,” he mumbled against your core, voice muffled and reverent. He lapped at you like a man starved, tongue dipping inside your entrance before circling your clit again with relentless precision. Every sob, every loud moan, every desperate whimper that spilled from your lips only made him more eager. He gripped your thighs tighter, holding you open as he devoured you, the wet, obscene sounds of his mouth working your pussy filling the garage alongside your cries.

You were falling apart completely now. Loud, needy sobs of pleasure echoed around you with every pass of his tongue. Your hips bucked against his face, fingers tightening in his hair as you pulled him closer, grinding against his mouth in search of more friction. Jungkook loved it— loved the way you lost control, the way your usually soft, shy voice turned into these broken, desperate sounds just for him. He hummed and groaned against your core, the vibrations adding another layer of sensation that made your toes curl.

He sucked your clit into his mouth again, flicking his tongue rapidly while two fingers slid back inside you, thrusting in time with his mouth. The dual sensation— his hot, wet tongue and his thick fingers stretching you— pushed you higher and higher. Your moans turned into loud, continuous whines and sobs, your entire body trembling as the pleasure built to an almost unbearable peak.

Jungkook pulled back just enough to look up at you, lips shiny and swollen, chin glistening with your arousal. His voice was rough, desperate, and full of awe. “That’s my girl… let go for me, baby. Come on my tongue. I want to feel you fall apart.”

Then he dove back in, mouth working you even more intensely, fingers curling perfectly inside you as he pushed you relentlessly toward the edge. Jungkook’s tongue worked you relentlessly, broad strokes and rapid flicks alternating with deep, sucking pressure on your swollen clit. His two thick fingers pumped steadily inside you, curling against that perfect spot with every thrust. Your loud, broken sobs of pleasure filled the warm garage, mixing with the wet, obscene sounds of his mouth devouring your pussy. Your fingers were tangled tightly in his dark hair, hips grinding desperately against his face as the pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in your belly.

He pulled back for just a moment, only long enough to look up at you with dark, lust-blown eyes. His lips were shiny and swollen, chin glistening with your slick. Without breaking eye contact, he gathered saliva in his mouth and spat directly onto your core— a warm, filthy stripe landing right over your clit and dripping down to your entrance.

The sensation was almost overwhelming.

A sharp, needy cry tore from your throat as the warm spit made contact with your already sensitive flesh. Before you could even process it, Jungkook’s fingers were there, spreading the wetness, fucking his spit slowly and deliberately into your hole. The lewd, squelching sound it made was filthy and intoxicating. He pushed two fingers deep, twisting them as he spread the slick mixture, opening you up even more while his thumb continued teasing circles around your clit.

“Oh— god, Jungkook—” you moaned loudly, the words slipping out broken and desperate. The added wetness, the way his fingers fucked his own spit into you so deliberately, it sent a fresh wave of heat crashing through your body. Your thighs trembled violently around his head, hips jerking involuntarily at the overwhelming sensation.

While his mouth hovered teasingly close, still breathing hot against your core, you couldn’t wait any longer. Your hands moved frantically to the oversized flannel still hanging loosely off your shoulders. You tugged it off completely, letting it pool behind you on the workbench. Next came your sweater— you yanked it up and over your head in one hurried motion, tossing it aside. Your bra followed quickly, unclasped with shaky fingers and discarded somewhere on the floor. The cool air of the shop kissed your newly bare skin, making your nipples harden instantly into tight peaks.

Completely naked now except for the way your body was spread open for him, you palmed at your own tits. Your hands squeezed the soft, warm flesh, thumbs brushing over your hard nipples before pinching and tugging on them gently at first, then a little harder as the pleasure between your legs intensified.

Jungkook’s eyes flicked upward the moment you started touching yourself. His mouth was still on you— tongue lapping slowly at your folds, but his gaze locked onto your hands as they kneaded and played with your breasts. The sight of you squeezing the soft flesh, fingers tweaking and tugging on your nipples, sent a deep, guttural groan vibrating straight against your core.

“Fuck… look at you,” he moaned against your pussy, the words muffled but full of raw hunger. “Touching your pretty tits while I eat you out… you’re so fucking hot, baby.”

The vibration of his groan combined with the way his tongue flicked rapidly over your clit again pushed you right to the edge. His fingers never stopped, still fucking his spit and your slick deeper into you with rougher, wet thrusts. The dual sensation, his hot mouth sucking on your clit and his thick fingers stretching and filling you— was too much.

Your back arched sharply off the workbench, one hand still squeezing your breast while the other tightened painfully in his hair. “Jungkook— I’m— ahh!” The orgasm hit you hard. A loud, sobbing cry ripped from your throat as pleasure exploded through your body. Your pussy clenched violently around his fingers, thighs shaking uncontrollably around his head. Waves of intense heat crashed over you again and again, your hips bucking wildly against his mouth as you came so hard you saw stars. Your fingers tugged harshly on your own nipples, the sharp pleasure mixing with the overwhelming sensations between your legs until you were a trembling, moaning mess.

Jungkook didn’t stop. He groaned loudly against your core, lapping up every drop of your release as it coated his tongue and chin. His fingers kept moving through your orgasm, drawing it out as long as possible while he sucked gently on your oversensitive clit. He watched you the entire time— eyes dark and reverent, loving the way your face twisted in ecstasy, the way your tits bounced slightly with every shuddering breath, the way your loud, broken moans filled the entire shop.

Only when your body started to relax, trembling with aftershocks, did he finally ease up. He pressed one last, slow, open-mouthed kiss to your pussy before pulling back slightly, lips and chin shiny with your cum. His fingers slipped out of you gently, and he looked up at your flushed, blissed-out face with a hungry, satisfied smirk. “God… you come so beautifully,” he rasped, voice hoarse and thick with arousal. His hands smoothed soothingly over your trembling thighs as he rose slowly to his feet, stepping between your spread legs once more. “I could watch you fall apart like that all night.”

He leaned in, capturing your lips in a deep, messy kiss so you could taste yourself on his tongue. One of his hands came up to gently cup your breast, thumb brushing over your still-sensitive nipple as he kissed you slower, letting you come down from the high while the storm continued to rage outside.

Your body was still trembling with aftershocks, chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. The warm glow of the shop lights bathed your naked skin, making every inch of you look soft and glowing. Jungkook hovered over you, lips shiny with your release, eyes dark and hungry as he watched you come down from your high. His fingers traced soothing patterns on your thighs, but the thick bulge straining against his jeans told you he was far from done.

“Jungkook…” you whispered, voice hoarse and needy from all the moaning. Your hands reached for him, fingers brushing over his arms and tugging weakly at his t-shirt. “Please… I need you. Fuck me. I want you inside me so bad.”

You didn’t even have to beg.

Jungkook was already planning to bury himself deep inside you the moment he tasted your release. Still, hearing those desperate words fall from your sweet lips made his cock twitch hard. A low, possessive groan rumbled in his chest as he leaned down and kissed you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue again. “I’ve got you, baby,” he murmured against your mouth, voice rough with restraint. “Been dying to fuck you since the second I got you in here.”

In one smooth motion, he slid his hands under your thighs and lifted you off the workbench like you weighed nothing. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he carried you the short distance across the garage to your silver car. The hood was still warm from sitting inside the heated shop. He laid you down gently on the smooth, glossy surface, your back meeting the cool metal with a soft gasp. The contrast of the slightly chilled hood against your overheated skin sent a fresh shiver through you.

You looked absolutely beautiful like this— completely naked, spread out on the hood of your own car, hair fanned out beneath you, flushed cheeks and kiss-swollen lips, legs parted invitingly. The flannel and your other clothes lay forgotten somewhere behind you. Jungkook stood between your thighs, staring down at you like you were the most breathtaking thing he’d ever seen.

“Fuck… look at you,” he breathed, hands smoothing reverently up your sides. “Laying on the hood like this, waiting for me. So fucking pretty.”

He couldn’t wait any longer. Jungkook reached behind his neck and pulled his black t-shirt off in one fluid motion, revealing his toned chest, defined abs, and the silver chain that still rested against his collarbones. The chain swayed lightly as he moved, catching the light. Next came his jeans and boxers— he shoved them down his hips and kicked them aside, finally freeing his hard, throbbing cock. It stood heavy and flushed against his stomach, the tip already glistening with precum.

The silver chain was the only thing he kept on. Jungkook stepped closer, hands gripping your thighs as he spread you wider on the hood. He looked down at you with dark, hooded eyes, voice low and husky. “How do you want it, sweetheart? You want me to fuck you slow and deep… or do you want me to pound you hard?”

Your hands slid up his bare chest, palms gliding over warm skin and firm muscle. You traced the lines of his abs, then higher, fingers brushing the silver chain. A shy, almost bashful smile curved your lips as you looked up at him through your lashes. “Pound me,” you whispered sweetly, voice soft and shy despite the filthy words. “I want you to fuck me hard, Jungkook.”

The innocent way you said it— so sweet and delicate, like you were asking for something gentle instead of begging to be railed, made a surprised laugh bubble out of Jungkook. It was low and warm, eyes crinkling with both amusement and raw desire. “Shit… you say it so fucking cute,” he chuckled softly, leaning down to brush his nose against yours. “Say it again for me, baby. Tell me exactly what you want.”

Your cheeks burned hotter, but the ache between your legs was stronger than your shyness. You tugged lightly on his chain, pulling him closer as you repeated, voice still soft and sweet, “Pound me, Jungkook. Please… fuck me hard.”

Jungkook’s laugh faded into a deep, hungry groan. “That’s my girl.”

He wrapped one hand around the base of his cock and tapped the thick head against your soaked pussy. The wet sound it made was filthy. He dragged the tip slowly up and down your slit, letting it catch on your sensitive clit with every pass. Each teasing stroke made your hips twitch and a soft whimper escape your lips. He coated himself in your slick, the head of his cock glistening with a mix of your arousal and his precum.

“Ready for me?” he asked, voice strained with need as he lined himself up at your entrance.

You nodded frantically, legs wrapping tighter around his waist. “Yes— please—”

Jungkook pushed forward. The thick head of his cock stretched you open as he slid in slowly at first, letting you feel every inch. He groaned deeply, eyes fluttering shut for a moment at how tight and warm you felt around him. “Fuck… so tight, baby. Taking me so well.”

Once he bottomed out, hips flush against yours, he paused — letting you adjust to his size while the silver chain dangled between you, brushing lightly against your chest. Then, true to your sweet request, he pulled back almost all the way before slamming back in hard.

The first rough thrust made the car hood creak beneath you and a loud, needy moan spill from your lips.

Jungkook didn’t hold back anymore. He set a punishing rhythm, pounding into you exactly the way you’d asked, deep, hard strokes that made your tits bounce with every thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the garage, mixing with your moans and his low, guttural groans.

His hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you in place on the hood as he fucked you harder, the silver chain swinging with every powerful snap of his hips. “Like that, baby?” he growled, eyes locked on your face, drinking in every expression of pleasure. “This what you wanted? Me pounding this pretty pussy on your car hood?”

The car hood creaked loudly beneath you with every powerful thrust as Jungkook fucked you exactly the way you’d shyly begged for, hard, deep, and relentless. His hips snapped forward with bruising force, driving his thick cock into you over and over again. The wet, obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the warm garage, echoing louder than the muffled howl of the storm outside. Your body jolted with each punishing stroke, tits bouncing heavily as you lay spread out on the glossy metal surface.

“Jungkook— oh my god,” you moaned loudly, voice breaking with pleasure. Your hands gripped the edges of the hood for support as another particularly deep thrust made your back arch. “I love your big dick… god, it feels so good—”

“Yeah?” Jungkook growled, voice rough and filthy as he slammed into you harder. “Fucking take it, baby. Take every inch of this big cock like a good girl.”

His words sent a fresh wave of heat rushing through you. He picked up the pace, fucking you faster and rougher, hips pistoning with raw power. The entire car started to jerk and rock beneath you with the force of his thrusts, the suspension creaking in rhythm with every brutal snap of his hips. The silver chain around his neck swung wildly, occasionally brushing against your chest as he leaned over you.

You were moaning so loudly now— high, needy whines and broken sobs spilling from your lips without any filter. “Ah— yes! Harder— please—” Jungkook’s hands moved from your hips to your tits, grabbing them roughly with both palms. His fingers dug into the soft, plush flesh as he used them for leverage, squeezing hard while he pounded into you. He kneaded and groped them possessively, thumbs brushing roughly over your sensitive nipples, pinching and tugging as he drove his cock deeper.

“Fuck, these tits are perfect,” he groaned, eyes fixed on the way your breasts bounced and spilled between his fingers with every thrust. “So soft… bouncing so pretty while I fuck you.”

Your hand slid down your body, fingers finding your swollen clit. You started rubbing tight, desperate circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves, the added stimulation making your moans turn even louder and more whiny. “Jungkook— ahh! It’s so deep— I’m— god!”

The combination of his brutal pace, his rough hands mauling your tits, and your own fingers frantically playing with your clit pushed you higher and higher. Your pussy clenched tightly around his thick cock, slick sounds growing wetter and louder as you dripped down his shaft.

Jungkook was losing it.

He was so pussy drunk he could barely keep it together. His thrusts grew erratic and even harder, the car rocking more violently beneath you. Low, desperate groans and whiny moans spilled from his own throat— raw and broken, nothing like his usual confident tone. “Shit— baby, you feel so fucking good… this tight little pussy is gripping me so hard. Can’t— fuck— can’t stop…”

His head fell back for a moment, eyes squeezing shut as he fucked you with everything he had. The silver chain bounced against his chest with every savage thrust. Sweat glistened on his toned body, muscles flexing as he used your tits as handles to pull you back onto his cock harder. “You’re so loud for me,” he panted, voice strained and husky. “Keep moaning like that, let me hear how much you love getting your pussy pounded.”

You were a mess, moaning loudly, whining his name, fingers rubbing your clit faster as his cock slammed into you repeatedly. The car continued to jerk and creak under the intensity of your fucking, the hood warm against your back from the friction. Jungkook’s grip on your tits tightened, fingers leaving faint red marks on your skin as he used them to drive himself even deeper, hips snapping forward with desperate, animalistic force.

“Gonna— fuck— gonna make you cum again,” he growled, leaning down closer so the chain dangled right above your face. His eyes were wild, pupils blown wide with lust. “Cum on my cock, baby. Want to feel this pretty pussy squeezing me while I fuck you stupid.”

Your moans turned into loud, continuous whines, body trembling as the pressure built unbearably inside you. Jungkook’s thrusts never slowed— hard, fast, and deep, while his hands continued to grope and squeeze your tits roughly, using them to pull you onto his cock with every stroke. The pressure inside you coiled tighter and tighter until it finally snapped.

You came hard for the second time.

A loud, sobbing cry tore from your throat as your orgasm crashed over you. Your pussy clenched violently around his cock, pulsing and fluttering as waves of intense pleasure ripped through your body. Your back arched sharply off the hood, tits bouncing wildly in his rough grip. Your hand flew down from your clit to his pelvis, pushing weakly at the hard muscle there as the overwhelming sensation became almost too much. “Jungkook— ahh! Too much— I’m cumming— !”

But Jungkook didn’t slow down. Instead, one of his hands released your breast and slid up to wrap firmly around your throat. He didn’t squeeze hard enough to hurt, but the pressure was possessive and controlling as he choked you through your orgasm, hips still snapping forward with deep, punishing thrusts.

“Take it, baby,” he growled, voice rough and strained, eyes locked on your face as you fell apart beneath him. “Take my cum. Gonna fill this pretty pussy up. Don’t push me away— take every fucking drop.” The combination of his cock slamming into your spasming walls, his hand around your throat, and his filthy words sent you spiraling even higher. Your eyes rolled back slightly, loud whiny moans turning into choked, broken sobs of pleasure as you came harder around him.

Jungkook’s rhythm faltered as he chased his own release. His thrusts grew erratic and desperate, the car jerking sharply with every slam of his hips. He was so pussy drunk he could barely hold it together anymore. His breathing was ragged, low whimpers slipping from his throat as he fucked you through your orgasm.

“Fuck— baby— I’m gonna cum,” he panted, voice cracking. “Gonna fill you up— shit—”

With a deep, stuttering groan that quickly turned into a soft, broken whimper, Jungkook buried himself as deep as he could go and came hard. His cock pulsed inside you, thick ropes of warm cum spilling deep into your pussy. His hips jerked erratically with every spurt, the silver chain swinging wildly between you as his body trembled. He whimpered again, a needy, desperate sound that made your walls flutter around him— as he emptied himself completely, flooding you with his release.

Only when the last shudder wracked his body did he loosen his grip on your throat. He stayed buried deep inside you for a long moment, both of you panting heavily, bodies slick with sweat.

Finally, Jungkook pulled out slowly with a wet, obscene sound. A thick trickle of his cum immediately began to leak from your stretched hole. Before it could drip down onto the car hood, your hand moved between your legs. Two of your fingers pushed into your sensitive, cum-filled pussy, slowly fucking his release back inside you with lazy, deliberate strokes.

Jungkook’s eyes widened, breath still coming in harsh pants as he watched the filthy sight. His chest heaved, silver chain rising and falling rapidly with each ragged breath. “Fuck… look at you,” he rasped, voice hoarse and awed. “Pushing my cum back in like such a good girl. So fucking dirty for me.” He couldn’t tear his eyes away, watching your fingers slide in and out of your creamy pussy, pushing every drop of his load deeper while your thighs trembled from the overstimulation. The sight made his spent cock twitch with renewed interest even as he tried to catch his breath.

You looked up at him with hazy, blissed-out eyes, fingers still buried inside yourself, a shy but satisfied little smile playing on your swollen lips. Jungkook leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours as he panted softly. “You’re gonna be the death of me, baby… but fuck, I’m not done with you yet.”

n; this was a request by @internationalplayboi4u i strayed a bit away from the request so i hope that is okay! i hope you like it (:

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