Jungkook twitched the second the words hit him, a sharp little lightning of energy that ran through his shoulders and down his spine, his breath shook out of him in a broken exhale like he has been in the last 30 minutes, his eyes snapped up to her face fast, wide, like he couldnāt help it, like the sound of her voice alone pulled him to attention, he looked overwhelmed already, pupils blown, lips parted like heād forgotten how to breathe.
She was killing him. Hadn't she done enough? If she had even a shred of mercy left, now would be the time.
Jungkook grabbed her thighs like he was drowning, like maybe sheād let him hold on, his hands were shaking, they were too slick, too weakĀ slipping against her skin as her warmth soaked into him and made it worse.Ā
Everything smelled like her: sweat, perfume, sex,Ā heavy and cloying in the air, like it was pressing down on his lung, JungkookĀ swallowed it and it caught in his throat, he couldnāt breathe right either.
He thought it would be over by now. He thought sheād let him rest, that sheād be soft with him, the way he needed, gentle, like a reward,like comfort but she wasnāt and hadn't slowed down a bit even when he thought that's what they needed.
Jungkook didnāt even try to move her dress. Didnāt dare.
Ā Sheād taken him past every edge he thought he had, and somehow he was still here trembling, overstimulated, aching in ways that had nothing to do with pleasure.
Ā His breath kept catching, little hitches he couldnāt control every nerve in him begged for stillness, for kindness.
But she just kept going.
Ā And he let her, of course he did.
His whole body throbbed with leftover pleasure, every pulse in his cock felt too strong, too sensitive, sending hot little shocks through him.Ā
Jungkook wanted her mouth on him, he wanted to sink back inside her, he wanted to kiss her stomach and her thighs and her hands, he wanted to beg, he wanted to do anything she told him to do.
None of the words in his head came out right.
āYnā¦ please,ā Jungkook said, voice shredded, his throat felt tight. āI canātā¦ I still-ā His hands pressing her thighs.
Yn drew back just enough to see him, really see him, and something in her face shifted like a switch flipped.Ā
Her eyes went dark, sharp, locked on him with a heat that made his breath skip a beat, Yn inhaled slowly through her nose, deliberate, like she was savoring the wreck sheād made of him, her expression softened, but only at the edges, it was not kindnessā¦
No.
It was hunger.
Predatory and certain.
āOh, you will,ā she said, voice low and steady and that fucking confident smile that made heat coil in his stomach.
Her fingers dragged across his chest, tracing the sweat on his skin, slow enough that he felt every glide of her fingertip when they reached his neck, he swallowed hard, throat bobbing against her touch.Ā
you are killing me, he thought.
She leaned close, her breath warm against his cheek, close enough for him to smell her, Jungkook closed his eyes intoxicated.
āYou can fall apart later. Right now, you still belong to me.ā
The words didnāt just affect him, it was more than that.
His pulse jumped so hard it almost hurt, his stomach tightened, his cock jerked, leaking again as if responding before he could think and his breath came out in a shaky stutter he couldnāt control.
Yn pushed off his lap and the loss hit him harder than he expected, like her body had been the only thing keeping him grounded and now she was gone and he was left with nothing but the echo of her heat on his skin, he watched her stand and smooth the dress over her hips with slow, careless movements like none of it mattered, like he wasnāt still trembling from her touch, and the fabric stuck damp to her thighs where they were still soaked and the sight of it made his mouth dry up and his hands curl into fists because it wasnāt fair, how easy she made it look, how untouched she seemed while he sat there unraveling.
āBedroom,ā she said again, quiet but firm, the kind of voice that didnāt ask.
Jungkook moved because he had no choice, because that word from her lips was more command than request and his body answered before his mind could catch up, stumbling to his feet, legs shaky, sweatpants dragging around his ankles until he kicked them off in frustration, everything in him burning and tight and wrong because this wasnāt how it was supposed to be, this wasnāt what they were. He is the one who is naturally dominant.
Who owns Yn.Ā
Who takes from Yn.Ā
Who leads Yn to do what he wants.
This extended reversal of power isn't just frustrating, it's unnatural to him.Ā sheād toyed with him, sure, and heād let her, because it amused him and because it pleased her now sheās pushing too far, holding the power too long, and he's starting to resent the imbalance, not because he canāt handle submissionĀ but because this is no longer a game, it's a challenge to his role, his identity, his claim over her. And thatās the tension they both feel at this moment.
and what made it unbearable, what made his body burn and his throat close and his hands ache was how easy it would be to flip this, how every part of him was already begging for it, how his muscles were coiled and ready and screaming to grab her, to pin her, to take back what was his and show her that she was never the one in control no matter how long he let her pretend, that she belonged under him, open and overpowered and ruined in the way only he knew how to do
And he could do it, he could do it right now.
Ā So fast she wouldnāt even have time to look surprised before she was on her back remembering who they were, who he was, but he didnāt, he couldnāt, because if he broke now, if he touched her without the softness she hadnāt given him yet, if he reminded her too soon how easily he could take her apart, she might stop this, she might shut him out, she might say no, and that quiet threat buried under everything was enough to choke him, to chain him, to make him follow with his fists clenched and his jaw tight and his body screaming and still he did nothing yet.
The door closed behind them with a soft, final click.
She leaned back against it, her shoulders relaxed, her arms folding over her chest. The motion made her breasts lift slightly with her breath. Her eyes tracked him slowly from head to toe, quiet and thoughtful, but with a sharpness underneath, like she was deciding exactly what part of him she wanted next.
āClothesā Yn said cool almost bored āAll of themā
the clothes left in question were his underwear, soaked, half down and pathetic, he got rid of it so quick she almost chuckled. His cock stood up against his stomach, flushed dark, heavy, wet at the tip, the thick bead of precum glinted in the low light, Jungkook wanted to stroke it to have some release at this point any breeze was too much, but he waited for her every painful second.
Yn looked at him slowly, letting her gaze travel from his face down his chest, down to where he was hard and leaking for her, she took her sweet time then her lips curved, she sat down at the bed watching him standing there hard and sweaty.
"Get closer"
He moved without thinking, her hand wrapped around his cock right away, no hesitation. Her grip was firm and warm YN squeezed once, slow and controlled, and he let out a deep, shaky groan, his hair falling wild around his face as his head dropped forward for a second.
"Do you have permission to show anyone what belongs to me?" Yn asked, her voice smooth and low. Her nails touched lightly over his balls, the touch delicate but enough to make his breath break in his chest.
Jungkookās whole body jerked, shame and panic and need tangled together in his face, he wanted to explain himself, he wanted to spill every word in his head to prove he hadnāt done anything wrong, but all that came out was a hoarse, broken mess. "I didnt show-I i didnt-"
She hummed at the sound, the vibration soft, approving then she leaned in and took him into her mouth.
The heat of her lips made his whole body feel so good but it was too much too soon he had to stop his legs from falling, her tongue pressed along the underside of him, slow and slick, and he choked on a breath, his thighs trembled hard and his chest rose like he couldnāt pull enough air in, his hands stayed useless at his sides because he knew he wasnāt allowed to touch her.
But she kept her eyes on him while she worked him deeper, daring him to even think about breaking a rule.
When she popped off him, saliva smeared across her lips, she gave his cock a sharp slap. He gasped, eyes snapping wide.
"Thatās not the answer," she said, her voice cool, eyes steady.
He shuddered like sheād hit something in his chest instead of his cock, his voice dropped to a whisper, raw and ashamed "You. You didn't give me permission."
Her smirk widened, slow and pleased "Thatās right"
She lowered her head again and rewarded him with a long, devastating suck, her tongue traced circles around him, her hand twisting at the base, dragging a groan out of him so deep it shook his whole torso, again tears pricked the corners of his eyes from the intensity his hips twitched upward, instinct trying to take over, but he forced himself down.
Jungkook was close again too fast, so fast it scared him, his breath hitched and his voice cracked around her name.
And she stopped.
Just stopped.
Her mouth left him with a wet pop, saliva stretching in a thin string from her lips to his flushed tip, his chest heaved like heād been running, his hands twitched at his sides, his toes curling into the rug, his eyes were glassy and wrecked, desperate for her.
Every nerve in him was screaming for release.
But she didnāt give it.
She didnāt even look like she might.
instead she leaned back against the pillows like she had all the time in the world, like she wasnāt holding him by a thread, the mattress dipping under her weight slow and deliberate, and he couldnāt look away as her dress slid up her hips without resistance, the fabric bunching high and careless until the flushed skin of her thighs was bare and gleaming in the low light, and her chest lifted on a long breath as she spread her legs just enough to make him ache, her fingers gliding down with the kind of ease that told him sheād done this in her head a thousand times before this moment, and the first stroke made her lips part around the softest sigh like it had come straight from her ribs, head tilting back, lashes fluttering slow and heavy like sheād just let something go, and he could hear the faint rustle of fabric, the shift of her body against the sheets, the subtle wet sound of her fingers moving through the slick sheād denied him, and it made his stomach clench so hard it hurt, made his mouth go dry, made him dizzy with how much he wanted to be the one doing it.
"Watch" Yn said, her voice low, caught in a moan.
His jaw locked instantly, he swallowed hard, adamās apple pushing up and down in a slow, shaky drag.Ā
His eyes were glued to her hand, the movement of her fingers, the slick shine catching the light each time she circled her clit, the wet sound of it filled the quiet room, soft but clear, each stroke sliding, teasing, taunting him, it fed the burn low in his stomach, the one that made his breath come rough.
Then she curled a finger at him "Closer"
Something in him just broke.
That was it, something in him snapped, his breath hitched, his muscles tensed, and all the careful restraint heād been holding onto slipped out of his hands.
Jungkook lunged forward, grabbing her knees in both hands and forcing them wider, her sharp little gasp barely left her lips before his mouth was on her, his tongue dragged flat and eager over her clit, desperate, hungry, like he had been starving for this.
"Jungkook!" she gasped, the sound caught halfway between a moan and a warning, her hand flew into his hair, fingers curling tight.
Jungkook growled into her, low and messy, the sound vibrating against her, he didnāt lift his head, didnāt hesitate, didnāt give her a single second to pull him away, his tongue flicked fast, circled, pressed, his nose nudged at her as he pushed in deeper, sloppy kisses landing across her folds before he latched back onto her clit, sucking hard enough that her hips jerked.
When he looked up just for a second, just to see her face, he almost broke again because her head was tipped back, mouth parted, lashes low over her eyes like she couldnāt believe him, like she hadnāt expected him to snap, and it wasnāt fear on her face, it wasnāt shock, it was heat, wild and wide and unguarded, and it made something in him snarl, made him push his tongue harder against her like he needed to prove something, needed to drag more of those helpless little sounds out of her until she remembered that he could do this, that he knew how to tear her apart.
Her face twisted, pleasure and irritation mixing fastĀ "I didnāt-ahā¦tell you-"
He tore his mouth off her just long enough to breathe against her, his voice hoarse and shaking "I donāt care. You need this. And Iām not stopping"
Then he dove back in.
Two fingers slid inside her, fast and sure, curling up hard against her walls, the sound was loud and filthy, his tongue slurped, his chin dripped, it was her slick smeared across his face and down his wrist, she tasted sweet and warm, and he groaned into her like he was drunk on it.
Yn could barely breathe, could barely think, her hand still fisted in his hair but the grip kept slipping, not because she wanted to pull him off but because her fingers were going numb, her whole body fighting between pushing into his mouth and trying to hold still, and she looked down at him through the blur of her lashes and it hit her all at once, how angry he looked, not in a way that scared her but in the way that made her thighs shake harder, jaw tight, brow furrowed, his mouth devoted but his eyes locked on hers like sheād started something she couldnāt stop now, and he looked wrecked, feral, beautiful, like he was giving her everything and also warning her that he was far from done.
Her thighs trembled around his head, her moans climbed higher, thinner, breaking apart, she grabbed his hair and yanked, trying to pull him back, but he only groaned harder, the vibration shooting straight through her.Ā
Jungkook looked up at her, eyes wild and blown wide, lips shiny, and said it right against her clit:
"Make me stop then"
Her whole body shuddered. Heat coiled tight in her stomach, her chest rose sharp and her breaths broke apart into fast, ragged little gasps. His fingers pumped harder, his tongue ruthless, messy, focused only on pulling her straight over the edge. and underneath all of it, beneath the pressure and the noise and the way she felt like she was breaking apart molecule by molecule, there was a thought forming, sharp and breathless and real, sheād pushed him too far, not in a way that made her regret it, but in a way that made her feel it, really feel what it meant to hold him down for too long, because now she wasnāt holding him at all, he was everywhere, mouth and hands and breath and need crashing into her like a wave that didnāt care what it knocked down, and she didnāt want it to stop, not yet, not ever, but the fear curled inside her anyway, that if she gave him an inch more heād take everything, that can't happen, not yet.
Her head fell backĀ "F-fuck-Iām-"
Then she snapped.
Her fingers twisted in his hair and yanked him off her with a sudden, vicious pull.
The sound Jungkook made when she pulled him away wasnāt clean, wasnāt composed, it was raw and ugly and real, part growl, part wounded whimper, like it had been punched out of him from somewhere deep in his ribs, and his mouth was slick and shining, chin wet, lips swollen from how hard heād been sucking, pupils blown so wide his eyes looked black, fury and hunger twisted together across his face as he stared up at her, chest heaving, breath catching in fast, shallow bursts like he couldnāt find a rhythm without her.
"Not yet"Ā she said breathless and sharp, voice shaking with restraint even as her nails stayed buried in his scalp like a threat she hadnāt decided whether to follow through on, her chest rising fast, eyes wild, the tremble in her arms belying the command in her voice.
Jungkookās mouth curled into something that wasnāt a smile, wasnāt safe, just teeth bared in a grin too defiant to be anything but a warning, and his voice came low and rough and shredded:
"You think you can hold me off forever?" it wasnāt a question, not really, it was a promise crouched behind the words, a threat wrapped in velvet, and she felt it like heat, like challenge, like something old and familiar rearing its head in a new, dangerous shape.
Her answer hit like a spark.
"Try me" Yn hissed, her own breath shaking, her eyes fierce and bright as she stared at him down.
For a moment neither of them moved and the silence was alive, thick, stretching between them like a drawn bowstring, the room holding its breath alongside them as if the walls themselves were waiting to see who would break first, their breathing ragged and heavy, crashing uneven in the air between them, sweat sticking to their skin in a sheen of effort and heat, her thighs still glistening where heād left her soaked, his mouth wet and red from the way heād devoured her like he couldnāt stop, and the space between them pulsed, tight with friction, her control holding steady and sharp as a blade while his defiance coiled beneath the surface, hot and restless and aching to erupt, and for a breath it felt like balance, a knife edge between surrender and something wilder than either of them had planned for.
"Lay down"
Her command snapped through the air, crisp and final.
Jungkookās chest heaved once, hard, his mouth glistened, still shiny with her taste, a shiver ran through him from his shoulders down to his stomach, his pupils dark with adrenaline and lust, but he obeyed instantly.
Jungkook lowered himself onto his back, limbs shaking, his arms twitched like he wanted to reach for her but he forced them down, fists curling tight against the sheets, his cock stood up, flushed a deep red, leaking, twitching with every shallow breath.
Yn climbed onto him, the fabric of her dress brushing his thighs as she moved, it was still bunched up around her hips, stubborn, damp, when she sank down onto him, both of them cried out, her sound broke in the middle, sharp and breathless, his ripped out from his throat, hoarse and raw.
"Fuck- " he gasped as his head jerked back, lips parting wide, the veins in his neck strained as if he was fighting the instinct to buck up into her too hard,his eyes squeezed shut for a second, then snapped open, glazed and frantic, locking onto her face like she was the only thing keeping him grounded.
But Jungkook didnāt stay still, he couldnāt, his body was already moving, overflowing with the need to take her deeper.
His hands shot to her hips, gripping hard enough to make her gasp, he dragged her down onto him, thrusting up with sharp, relentless force, the slap of their bodies echoed loud in the room, wet and messy, echoing with every movement.
Ynās nails dug into his jaw, forcing his face up toward hers "Look at me" she hissed.
Jungkook did, his eyes were wide, pupils dark, sweat dripping down his temples, his lips twisted into the faintest grin, cocky, reckless even as a raw groan tore from him, the look he gave her was defiant.
Ā A dare.
Yn saw the grin and felt herself waver, felt the tension between them stretch to breaking, both of them shaking at the edge of too much, too far, and still, fucking still, she couldnāt give it up, couldnāt let him win, not now, not when sheād held him this long, so she swallowed the tremble in her chest and reminded herself who was in charge, because if one of them had to break, it wouldnāt be her.
Her palm flew before she even realized sheād moved.
The slap cracked across his cheek, loud and sharp.Ā
Jungkookās head jerked to the side, a red flush immediately spread across his skin.
And he laughed.
A wild, breathless sound tumbled out of him, not mockingā¦thrilled. Jungkook closed his eyes for a second as if savoring the sting, chest shaking with the force of it.
Ynās anger just grew. She slapped him again, the other cheek, harder than before.
His eyes snapped open. Dark. Hungry. he didnāt flinch, didnāt pull back, his lips parted on a shaky exhale like heād been waiting for it, his tongue flicked out to wet his lip, he panted hard, chest rising fast.
The dare was right there in his expression. Do it again. See what I do.
YnĀ lifted her hand.
She never got the chance.
Jungkook surged up like something inside him broke free, he flipped them bothĀ in one desperate motion, pinning her beneath him, Ynās gasp cut off into a sharp inhale as he grabbed her, turning her onto her hands and knees, his breath hit her ear, hot and ragged, then he entered with force.
"Jungkooā"
Her protest exploded into a scream as he thrust into her, brutal and deep, the wet slap of their bodies filled the room, each thrust hit her hard enough that her arms trembled, shockwaves running up her spine.
"Fuck- fuck-" Jungkook groaned, voice shredded, his sweat dripped from his forehead onto Ynās back,his mouth hung open on broken gasps as he drove into her without slowing, hips snapping so hard the bedframe rattled.
Yn clawed at the sheets, fingers slipping, her arms shaking, her hair stuck to her cheeks, damp with sweat, every thrust dragged a cry straight from her throat, raw and unfiltered, her body bowed forward under the force of him.
His hand slapped hard against her ass, the sound sharp and mean, and before the sting had even settled, his fingers stayed, clung, digging into the heat he left behind like he couldnāt let go, and she barely moved, barely breathed, too much crashing through her all at once to know what to react to first
He groaned low in his chest, the sound almost animal.
"Mine" Jungkook spanked her again, harder this time "You hear me? Fucking mine"
Her answer was a choked, shaking moan, her face pressed into the sheets, tears pricked her eyes with the intensity of it all.
Jungkook leaned over her, his forehead dropping to her shoulder, his hair was soaked with sweat, sticking to her skin, his voice cracked every time he breathed.
"I love you- I love you so much -Yn- fuck- I-" His words broke apart into guttural groans. Jungkook didnāt stop thrusting, not for a second, his voice strained, raw and desperate "I fucking love you, Yn"
Jungkookās face twisted like the words hurt, his cheeks flushed deep red, his teeth clenched, his brows drew tight together, his eyes glistened when they caught hers in the corner of her vision.
Desperate, just as much as her.
Yn moans rose with his. Higher. Shakier. The rhythm was brutal, relentless, grinding through her until her voice cracked.
He looked nothing like the man who begged earlier, Yn realized it between one breath and the next, she had never seen him like this.
Abruptly, Jungkook shifted, the movement sharp and fueled by something that felt too intense to hold in. His grip on her hips tightened, fingers digging into her skin, before Yn could catch her breath, he put her onto her back, the change wasnāt clumsy or rushed It was desperate in a way that made heat spark through her chest.
Jungkook slid into her in one smooth, hungry push, settling into missionary, his body hovered over hers for a split second, his shadow falling across her face before he dropped his weight, pressing his chest to hers like he couldnāt stand even an inch of space, her breath punched out of her, she can hear his heart hammering against her sternum, wild and uneven.
Jungkook buried himself impossibly deep, grinding his hips down, each thrust dragging their bodies together in a hot, relentless rhythm, his moans were raw and broken, falling out of him in a way that sounded almost painful and his eyes never left hers, they were blown wide, frantic, like he was searching her face for something he couldnāt name, something he needed more than air.
The tension accumulated in him fast, too fast, his muscles trembled with the strain of holding back, his breathing stuttered against her mouth.
Just as the pressure started to snap inside him, Ynās hand shot up, grabbing his face hard, she yanked him down until their foreheads slammed together, sweat mixing between them, their noses brushing, her breath hit his lips, hot and sharp.
Her voice was a command "Who do you belong to? Tell me now"
His answer ripped out of him before he could even think, torn from somewhere deep in his chest. "You, Yn only you. Always you. Forever."
The last word barely left his mouth before something inside him gave out.
His hips slammed into her with a force that knocked the breath from both of them, their bodies meeting with a wet slap, slap, slap that echoed in the room.
Jungkook came with a guttural groan, the sound ripped raw from his chest, his voice breaking around her name like he couldnāt hold it in, breath stuttering in ragged gasps as his face twisted with the force of it, eyes squeezed shut, lips parted, muscles tight and trembling as he spilled into her, hot and thick, pulse after pulse, and she felt it all, every warm rush filling her deep and slow, her walls clenching around him involuntarily like her body refused to let go, milking him, holding him there, drawing out every last wave of it as he kept releasing and releasing, helpless against it, lost in it, his hands gripping her like she was the only solid thing in the world.
She held his face with both hands, refusing to let him pull away, forcing him to stay close their foreheads stayed pressed together while the aftershocks ripped through him.Ā
Their bodies clung, chests rising unevenly, sweat sliding between them, the room filled with their breathing, louder than the storm slamming against the window outside.
When the intensity finally began to fade, real silence didnāt return, only a thick, charged hush their slick skin stuck together, peeling apart with soft, wet sounds every time he shifted.
Jungkook collapsed halfway on top of her, still inside, trembling all over his breath shook against her neck but even before his lungs steadied, something hot flickered in him again.
Hunger.
His hands moved without thought, roaming her body like he needed to feel every inch, his fingers tugged at the stubborn fabric clinging to her sides.
"I need to see youā¦" he whispered, his voice was raspy already, a mix of begging and demanding "All of you. Now. Please"
Ynās lips curved, breathless and proud at how undone he looked, she got up lifted her arms slowly, offering herself up to him.
Jungkook sucked in a shaky breath as he grabbed her dress, pulling it up with a frantic kind of reverence, he bared her inch by inch, drinking in the sight like it hurt him not to look, Ynās breasts rose with her breath, flushed and soft, her skin glowed with sweat, marked everywhere he had touched her, her thighs quivered open, the sheen between them catching the light.
He ripped the dress the rest of the way off and tossed it aside, not caring where it landed then he sat back on his heels, chest heaving, staring down at her like a starving man who couldnāt believe what he was seeing.
He put her back down and his hands slid to her thighs, thumbs pressing gently as he spread her open even wider, his gaze dropped between her legs, he didnāt touch her at first.
He just stared.
Mesmerized.
her entrance twitched, still fluttering from the aftershocks, his release spilled out in creamy streaks, wetting her folds and inner thighs, it was messy, obscene ,Ā and he looked at it like it was holy, his eyes softened and burned all at once, awe carving his face into something unguarded and reverent.
He touched her carefully, thumbs spreading her lips wider, watching another thick bead squeeze out of her,his breath hitched, the fascination on his face was so intense it made her cheeks heat , as if he were seeing something forbidden.
He stared,a reverent āahhā¦ā leaving his lips before he bent down and then, shameless and mischievous, he licked.Ā
A wet slurp echoed, vulgar in the quiet, followed by his groan , deep, guttural, vibrating against her, he licked again, slower this time, dragging his tongue upward with a sound so messy it made Yn gasp, her thighs jerking tight around his shoulders.
The obscene wetness filled her ears: his tongue lapping, his lips smacking faintly as he swallowed. It was unexpected, filthy, but when she looked down, the gleam in his eyes made her body shiver, he licked a third time,Ā more playful than reverent now, ending with a noisy suck at her folds before pulling back with his lips shining, when he glanced up at her, his eyes were glinting with mischief.
āJungkookā¦ā Yn breathed, half scandalized, half melting.
He only laughed, soft and dizzy, licking his lips noisily like he was tasting a treat he couldnāt resist, the sound of his laugh, husky and boyish at once, filled the room.
He didnāt care how it looked, didnāt care how messy it was,for him, it was devotion.Ā
And then he climbed back up, crawling over her body with a hunger that had gentled into joy, He curled himself around her, chest to chest, one arm sliding under her shoulders to pull her tight against him. His mouth found hers, kissing her deeply, unhurried and sticky with shared breath, and this time he couldnāt stop smiling against her lips.
The kiss was slow, but every few seconds he broke it with a breathless laugh, pressing his forehead to hers, whispering nonsense between kisses. āYouāreā¦ fuckā¦ youāre everything.ā Another kiss, softer. āI canāt believe-ā a laugh, ā-that you let meā¦ā another kiss, āGod, Iām so happy right now.ā
Yn brushed his damp hair back, her own lips curving as his joy turned into hers, he was kissing her sloppily, too happy to care about finesse, but it felt like home.
He whispered it finally, voice low, hoarse with truth: āI feel like Iām home againā
And he stayed wrapped around her, burying his face against her neck, kissing her skin with soft, endless presses of his lips, smiling so wide he couldnāt stop, not even when sleep finally began to tug at him.
Jungkook was completely spent, the moment Yn curled into him, her warmth fitting perfectly beneath his chin, something in him just collapsed, the exhaustion in his limbs dragged him under fast, his hand dropped heavy on her hip, fingers splayed wide in a loose, instinctive claim, like even asleep he needed to keep her close, his breathing slowed, smoothing out into soft, steady pulls of air until a faint little snore threatened at the back of his throat.
The tension he always carried, the tight line between his brows, the sharpness in his jaw melted away as sleep took him, his lips parted slightly,his lashes rested heavy against his cheeks, he looked younger, softer, almost boyish, like the world outside the two of them had disappeared, peeled away piece by piece until only she remained.
Yn hadnāt expected him to fall asleep that fast, not after the fire they had just poured into each other but as soon as she felt the slow, warm rise and fall of his chest against her, she understood and it made her heart soften in her ribs.
She stayed with him like that, watching him. The low light brushed over his skin, catching the sheen of sweat still drying on his temples, his damp hair stuck to his forehead, and she lifted her hand to smooth it back gently, her fingers traced the line of his brow, the relaxed slope of his cheekbone, memorizing every softened detail.
He looked completely undone and completely hers.
She leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, her lips lingering for a heartbeat. A grin tugged at the corner of her mouth at the sight he made, Jungkook, powerful and stubborn and intense, surrendered so easily in her arms, a surrender he never gave to anyone but her.
Eventually, the ache in her muscles made her stand from that position, she slipped quietly from the bed, feet touching the cool floor, her body still humming from everything they had done.
In the bathroom, the soft light revealed the marks heād left on her: the faint bruises blooming like slow roses on her thighs, the red imprints of his nails at her waist, the faint trace of his teeth along her collarbone. She lifted her fingers to them, brushing lightly, and her skin warmed under the touch,her body hummed again, a mix of sore and want.
She turned on the shower, the hiss filled the room as steam curled up around her, fogging the mirror, the water hit her skin, hot and steady, and she felt the ache in her muscles melt into something softer, something sweet. By the time she stepped out, her mind had quieted.
she tugged one of his shirts over her head, the fabric worn soft and oversized, brushing her elbows and falling loose around her bare legs, and it smelled like him, warm and a little musky, familiar in the way her body always recognized first, like comfort, like home, and she wanted, badly, to crawl back into bed, curl against his chest, breathe him in until her thoughts stopped racing, but the wedding was still a week away and there were lists to finish, calls to make, a thousand tiny things waiting for her attention and she couldnāt afford to let the quiet swallow her completely.
Ā She walked barefoot into the living room, laptop tucked under one arm, a mug of tea warming her hands, the storm outside tapped steadily at the windows, but inside, there was only the gentle click of keys and the occasional soft clink when she set her cup down.
It was fully dark when Jungkook stirred, his eyes snapped open fast, the cold side of the bed hit him all at once, a shock straight to his chest for a moment he couldnāt breathe, he sat up too quickly, sheets tangling around his waist as panic surged sharp and wild through him. His gaze whipped around the dim bedroom, searching, frantic, the leftover stormlight making everything look strange and empty without her beside him.
The room felt wrong without her warmth, wrong in a way that made his stomach drop, he dragged a hand through his hair, fingers trembling, chest rising in fast, uneven bursts.
Then he froze.
There it was, the faint sound of typing down the hall.Ā
Relief crashed into him so hard his shoulders sagged, the tension draining from his body in one long exhale.
Jungkook didnāt stop to think, didnāt even glance at the pile of clothes on the floor,he just moved fast and singleāminded as if the fear of not seeing her again was still clawing at his ribs, he walked out of the bedroom completely naked, not caring in the slightest, his only thought fixed on her,his hair stuck up in wild directions, his chest still flushed from sleep and leftover panic.
He found her curled on the couch, the soft blue glow of the screen lighting her skin, her legs were tucked beneath her, one of his shirts slipping loose across one shoulder, exposing the soft line of her collarbone, her lips were pursed in focus, her brow slightly creased.
The crease disappeared the moment she sensed him.
Jungkook didnāt say anything, he didnāt need to, he crossed the room and collapsed beside her, stretchingĀ along the cushions until his head landed in her lap, then the rest of him sprawled out, loose and lazy, like a cat claiming its favorite spot.
Yn startled at the sudden weight, then laughed, soft and fond, she closed the laptop, setting it aside, her fingers moved straight to his hair, brushing through the messy strands. Jungkook let out a warm, low sigh, his eyes fluttering shut as he melted into her touch. She leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to his temple.
"Hey," she murmured, smiling. "Why donāt you take a shower? Then we can grab something for dinner."
He hummed, deep and content, but didnāt budge, his cheek pressed deeper into her thigh, his arm wrapped loosely around her knees, for a while, he just stayed there, soaking in her warmth, the faint scent of her tea, the soft storm tapping against the glass of the window.
"Five more minutes" he muttered, voice thick with sleep and happiness.
Yn shook her head, still smiling "Youāre impossible"
"Mmm" he mumbled, lips curling even with his eyes closed "But Iām yours"
Her chest warmed, she bent forward and kissed his cheek quickly, catching the tiny smile he tried to hide.
She smoothed her hand through his hair, slow and gentle, for those five minutes, neither of them moved, the room filled with nothing but his soft breathing, the distant tap of the storm.
Finally, Jungkook let out a long groan and pushed himself upright, he stretched, hair falling into his eyes. Still naked, still grinning, he walked toward the bathroom.
Yn watched him go, shaking her head at his shamelessness but her smile stayed, soft and private. This, this was what happiness felt like. Not the ceremony. Not the storm. Not even the sex.
This. His head heavy in her lap. Her hands in his hair. The two of them tucked into the quiet rhythm of an ordinary night.
And the ring, cool against her finger, pressed into her skin like a secret.
Jungkook twitched the second the words hit him, a sharp little lightning of energy that ran through his shoulders and down his spine, his breath shook out of him in a broken exhale like he has been in the last 30 minutes, his eyes snapped up to her face fast, wide, like he couldnāt help it, like the sound of her voice alone pulled him to attention, he looked overwhelmed already, pupils blown, lips parted like heād forgotten how to breathe.
She was killing him. Hadn't she done enough? If she had even a shred of mercy left, now would be the time.
Jungkook grabbed her thighs like he was drowning, like maybe sheād let him hold on, his hands were shaking, they were too slick, too weakĀ slipping against her skin as her warmth soaked into him and made it worse.Ā
Everything smelled like her: sweat, perfume, sex,Ā heavy and cloying in the air, like it was pressing down on his lung, JungkookĀ swallowed it and it caught in his throat, he couldnāt breathe right either.
He thought it would be over by now. He thought sheād let him rest, that sheād be soft with him, the way he needed, gentle, like a reward,like comfort but she wasnāt and hadn't slowed down a bit even when he thought that's what they needed.
Jungkook didnāt even try to move her dress. Didnāt dare.
Ā Sheād taken him past every edge he thought he had, and somehow he was still here trembling, overstimulated, aching in ways that had nothing to do with pleasure.
Ā His breath kept catching, little hitches he couldnāt control every nerve in him begged for stillness, for kindness.
But she just kept going.
Ā And he let her, of course he did.
His whole body throbbed with leftover pleasure, every pulse in his cock felt too strong, too sensitive, sending hot little shocks through him.Ā
Jungkook wanted her mouth on him, he wanted to sink back inside her, he wanted to kiss her stomach and her thighs and her hands, he wanted to beg, he wanted to do anything she told him to do.
None of the words in his head came out right.
āYnā¦ please,ā Jungkook said, voice shredded, his throat felt tight. āI canātā¦ I still-ā His hands pressing her thighs.
Yn drew back just enough to see him, really see him, and something in her face shifted like a switch flipped.Ā
Her eyes went dark, sharp, locked on him with a heat that made his breath skip a beat, Yn inhaled slowly through her nose, deliberate, like she was savoring the wreck sheād made of him, her expression softened, but only at the edges, it was not kindnessā¦
No.
It was hunger.
Predatory and certain.
āOh, you will,ā she said, voice low and steady and that fucking confident smile that made heat coil in his stomach.
Her fingers dragged across his chest, tracing the sweat on his skin, slow enough that he felt every glide of her fingertip when they reached his neck, he swallowed hard, throat bobbing against her touch.Ā
you are killing me, he thought.
She leaned close, her breath warm against his cheek, close enough for him to smell her, Jungkook closed his eyes intoxicated.
āYou can fall apart later. Right now, you still belong to me.ā
The words didnāt just affect him, it was more than that.
His pulse jumped so hard it almost hurt, his stomach tightened, his cock jerked, leaking again as if responding before he could think and his breath came out in a shaky stutter he couldnāt control.
Yn pushed off his lap and the loss hit him harder than he expected, like her body had been the only thing keeping him grounded and now she was gone and he was left with nothing but the echo of her heat on his skin, he watched her stand and smooth the dress over her hips with slow, careless movements like none of it mattered, like he wasnāt still trembling from her touch, and the fabric stuck damp to her thighs where they were still soaked and the sight of it made his mouth dry up and his hands curl into fists because it wasnāt fair, how easy she made it look, how untouched she seemed while he sat there unraveling.
āBedroom,ā she said again, quiet but firm, the kind of voice that didnāt ask.
Jungkook moved because he had no choice, because that word from her lips was more command than request and his body answered before his mind could catch up, stumbling to his feet, legs shaky, sweatpants dragging around his ankles until he kicked them off in frustration, everything in him burning and tight and wrong because this wasnāt how it was supposed to be, this wasnāt what they were. He is the one who is naturally dominant.
Who owns Yn.Ā
Who takes from Yn.Ā
Who leads Yn to do what he wants.
This extended reversal of power isn't just frustrating, it's unnatural to him.Ā sheād toyed with him, sure, and heād let her, because it amused him and because it pleased her now sheās pushing too far, holding the power too long, and he's starting to resent the imbalance, not because he canāt handle submissionĀ but because this is no longer a game, it's a challenge to his role, his identity, his claim over her. And thatās the tension they both feel at this moment.
and what made it unbearable, what made his body burn and his throat close and his hands ache was how easy it would be to flip this, how every part of him was already begging for it, how his muscles were coiled and ready and screaming to grab her, to pin her, to take back what was his and show her that she was never the one in control no matter how long he let her pretend, that she belonged under him, open and overpowered and ruined in the way only he knew how to do
And he could do it, he could do it right now.
Ā So fast she wouldnāt even have time to look surprised before she was on her back remembering who they were, who he was, but he didnāt, he couldnāt, because if he broke now, if he touched her without the softness she hadnāt given him yet, if he reminded her too soon how easily he could take her apart, she might stop this, she might shut him out, she might say no, and that quiet threat buried under everything was enough to choke him, to chain him, to make him follow with his fists clenched and his jaw tight and his body screaming and still he did nothing yet.
The door closed behind them with a soft, final click.
She leaned back against it, her shoulders relaxed, her arms folding over her chest. The motion made her breasts lift slightly with her breath. Her eyes tracked him slowly from head to toe, quiet and thoughtful, but with a sharpness underneath, like she was deciding exactly what part of him she wanted next.
āClothesā Yn said cool almost bored āAll of themā
the clothes left in question were his underwear, soaked, half down and pathetic, he got rid of it so quick she almost chuckled. His cock stood up against his stomach, flushed dark, heavy, wet at the tip, the thick bead of precum glinted in the low light, Jungkook wanted to stroke it to have some release at this point any breeze was too much, but he waited for her every painful second.
Yn looked at him slowly, letting her gaze travel from his face down his chest, down to where he was hard and leaking for her, she took her sweet time then her lips curved, she sat down at the bed watching him standing there hard and sweaty.
"Get closer"
He moved without thinking, her hand wrapped around his cock right away, no hesitation. Her grip was firm and warm YN squeezed once, slow and controlled, and he let out a deep, shaky groan, his hair falling wild around his face as his head dropped forward for a second.
"Do you have permission to show anyone what belongs to me?" Yn asked, her voice smooth and low. Her nails touched lightly over his balls, the touch delicate but enough to make his breath break in his chest.
Jungkookās whole body jerked, shame and panic and need tangled together in his face, he wanted to explain himself, he wanted to spill every word in his head to prove he hadnāt done anything wrong, but all that came out was a hoarse, broken mess. "I didnt show-I i didnt-"
She hummed at the sound, the vibration soft, approving then she leaned in and took him into her mouth.
The heat of her lips made his whole body feel so good but it was too much too soon he had to stop his legs from falling, her tongue pressed along the underside of him, slow and slick, and he choked on a breath, his thighs trembled hard and his chest rose like he couldnāt pull enough air in, his hands stayed useless at his sides because he knew he wasnāt allowed to touch her.
But she kept her eyes on him while she worked him deeper, daring him to even think about breaking a rule.
When she popped off him, saliva smeared across her lips, she gave his cock a sharp slap. He gasped, eyes snapping wide.
"Thatās not the answer," she said, her voice cool, eyes steady.
He shuddered like sheād hit something in his chest instead of his cock, his voice dropped to a whisper, raw and ashamed "You. You didn't give me permission."
Her smirk widened, slow and pleased "Thatās right"
She lowered her head again and rewarded him with a long, devastating suck, her tongue traced circles around him, her hand twisting at the base, dragging a groan out of him so deep it shook his whole torso, again tears pricked the corners of his eyes from the intensity his hips twitched upward, instinct trying to take over, but he forced himself down.
Jungkook was close again too fast, so fast it scared him, his breath hitched and his voice cracked around her name.
And she stopped.
Just stopped.
Her mouth left him with a wet pop, saliva stretching in a thin string from her lips to his flushed tip, his chest heaved like heād been running, his hands twitched at his sides, his toes curling into the rug, his eyes were glassy and wrecked, desperate for her.
Every nerve in him was screaming for release.
But she didnāt give it.
She didnāt even look like she might.
instead she leaned back against the pillows like she had all the time in the world, like she wasnāt holding him by a thread, the mattress dipping under her weight slow and deliberate, and he couldnāt look away as her dress slid up her hips without resistance, the fabric bunching high and careless until the flushed skin of her thighs was bare and gleaming in the low light, and her chest lifted on a long breath as she spread her legs just enough to make him ache, her fingers gliding down with the kind of ease that told him sheād done this in her head a thousand times before this moment, and the first stroke made her lips part around the softest sigh like it had come straight from her ribs, head tilting back, lashes fluttering slow and heavy like sheād just let something go, and he could hear the faint rustle of fabric, the shift of her body against the sheets, the subtle wet sound of her fingers moving through the slick sheād denied him, and it made his stomach clench so hard it hurt, made his mouth go dry, made him dizzy with how much he wanted to be the one doing it.
"Watch" Yn said, her voice low, caught in a moan.
His jaw locked instantly, he swallowed hard, adamās apple pushing up and down in a slow, shaky drag.Ā
His eyes were glued to her hand, the movement of her fingers, the slick shine catching the light each time she circled her clit, the wet sound of it filled the quiet room, soft but clear, each stroke sliding, teasing, taunting him, it fed the burn low in his stomach, the one that made his breath come rough.
Then she curled a finger at him "Closer"
Something in him just broke.
That was it, something in him snapped, his breath hitched, his muscles tensed, and all the careful restraint heād been holding onto slipped out of his hands.
Jungkook lunged forward, grabbing her knees in both hands and forcing them wider, her sharp little gasp barely left her lips before his mouth was on her, his tongue dragged flat and eager over her clit, desperate, hungry, like he had been starving for this.
"Jungkook!" she gasped, the sound caught halfway between a moan and a warning, her hand flew into his hair, fingers curling tight.
Jungkook growled into her, low and messy, the sound vibrating against her, he didnāt lift his head, didnāt hesitate, didnāt give her a single second to pull him away, his tongue flicked fast, circled, pressed, his nose nudged at her as he pushed in deeper, sloppy kisses landing across her folds before he latched back onto her clit, sucking hard enough that her hips jerked.
When he looked up just for a second, just to see her face, he almost broke again because her head was tipped back, mouth parted, lashes low over her eyes like she couldnāt believe him, like she hadnāt expected him to snap, and it wasnāt fear on her face, it wasnāt shock, it was heat, wild and wide and unguarded, and it made something in him snarl, made him push his tongue harder against her like he needed to prove something, needed to drag more of those helpless little sounds out of her until she remembered that he could do this, that he knew how to tear her apart.
Her face twisted, pleasure and irritation mixing fastĀ "I didnāt-ahā¦tell you-"
He tore his mouth off her just long enough to breathe against her, his voice hoarse and shaking "I donāt care. You need this. And Iām not stopping"
Then he dove back in.
Two fingers slid inside her, fast and sure, curling up hard against her walls, the sound was loud and filthy, his tongue slurped, his chin dripped, it was her slick smeared across his face and down his wrist, she tasted sweet and warm, and he groaned into her like he was drunk on it.
Yn could barely breathe, could barely think, her hand still fisted in his hair but the grip kept slipping, not because she wanted to pull him off but because her fingers were going numb, her whole body fighting between pushing into his mouth and trying to hold still, and she looked down at him through the blur of her lashes and it hit her all at once, how angry he looked, not in a way that scared her but in the way that made her thighs shake harder, jaw tight, brow furrowed, his mouth devoted but his eyes locked on hers like sheād started something she couldnāt stop now, and he looked wrecked, feral, beautiful, like he was giving her everything and also warning her that he was far from done.
Her thighs trembled around his head, her moans climbed higher, thinner, breaking apart, she grabbed his hair and yanked, trying to pull him back, but he only groaned harder, the vibration shooting straight through her.Ā
Jungkook looked up at her, eyes wild and blown wide, lips shiny, and said it right against her clit:
"Make me stop then"
Her whole body shuddered. Heat coiled tight in her stomach, her chest rose sharp and her breaths broke apart into fast, ragged little gasps. His fingers pumped harder, his tongue ruthless, messy, focused only on pulling her straight over the edge. and underneath all of it, beneath the pressure and the noise and the way she felt like she was breaking apart molecule by molecule, there was a thought forming, sharp and breathless and real, sheād pushed him too far, not in a way that made her regret it, but in a way that made her feel it, really feel what it meant to hold him down for too long, because now she wasnāt holding him at all, he was everywhere, mouth and hands and breath and need crashing into her like a wave that didnāt care what it knocked down, and she didnāt want it to stop, not yet, not ever, but the fear curled inside her anyway, that if she gave him an inch more heād take everything, that can't happen, not yet.
Her head fell backĀ "F-fuck-Iām-"
Then she snapped.
Her fingers twisted in his hair and yanked him off her with a sudden, vicious pull.
The sound Jungkook made when she pulled him away wasnāt clean, wasnāt composed, it was raw and ugly and real, part growl, part wounded whimper, like it had been punched out of him from somewhere deep in his ribs, and his mouth was slick and shining, chin wet, lips swollen from how hard heād been sucking, pupils blown so wide his eyes looked black, fury and hunger twisted together across his face as he stared up at her, chest heaving, breath catching in fast, shallow bursts like he couldnāt find a rhythm without her.
"Not yet"Ā she said breathless and sharp, voice shaking with restraint even as her nails stayed buried in his scalp like a threat she hadnāt decided whether to follow through on, her chest rising fast, eyes wild, the tremble in her arms belying the command in her voice.
Jungkookās mouth curled into something that wasnāt a smile, wasnāt safe, just teeth bared in a grin too defiant to be anything but a warning, and his voice came low and rough and shredded:
"You think you can hold me off forever?" it wasnāt a question, not really, it was a promise crouched behind the words, a threat wrapped in velvet, and she felt it like heat, like challenge, like something old and familiar rearing its head in a new, dangerous shape.
Her answer hit like a spark.
"Try me" Yn hissed, her own breath shaking, her eyes fierce and bright as she stared at him down.
For a moment neither of them moved and the silence was alive, thick, stretching between them like a drawn bowstring, the room holding its breath alongside them as if the walls themselves were waiting to see who would break first, their breathing ragged and heavy, crashing uneven in the air between them, sweat sticking to their skin in a sheen of effort and heat, her thighs still glistening where heād left her soaked, his mouth wet and red from the way heād devoured her like he couldnāt stop, and the space between them pulsed, tight with friction, her control holding steady and sharp as a blade while his defiance coiled beneath the surface, hot and restless and aching to erupt, and for a breath it felt like balance, a knife edge between surrender and something wilder than either of them had planned for.
"Lay down"
Her command snapped through the air, crisp and final.
Jungkookās chest heaved once, hard, his mouth glistened, still shiny with her taste, a shiver ran through him from his shoulders down to his stomach, his pupils dark with adrenaline and lust, but he obeyed instantly.
Jungkook lowered himself onto his back, limbs shaking, his arms twitched like he wanted to reach for her but he forced them down, fists curling tight against the sheets, his cock stood up, flushed a deep red, leaking, twitching with every shallow breath.
Yn climbed onto him, the fabric of her dress brushing his thighs as she moved, it was still bunched up around her hips, stubborn, damp, when she sank down onto him, both of them cried out, her sound broke in the middle, sharp and breathless, his ripped out from his throat, hoarse and raw.
"Fuck- " he gasped as his head jerked back, lips parting wide, the veins in his neck strained as if he was fighting the instinct to buck up into her too hard,his eyes squeezed shut for a second, then snapped open, glazed and frantic, locking onto her face like she was the only thing keeping him grounded.
But Jungkook didnāt stay still, he couldnāt, his body was already moving, overflowing with the need to take her deeper.
His hands shot to her hips, gripping hard enough to make her gasp, he dragged her down onto him, thrusting up with sharp, relentless force, the slap of their bodies echoed loud in the room, wet and messy, echoing with every movement.
Ynās nails dug into his jaw, forcing his face up toward hers "Look at me" she hissed.
Jungkook did, his eyes were wide, pupils dark, sweat dripping down his temples, his lips twisted into the faintest grin, cocky, reckless even as a raw groan tore from him, the look he gave her was defiant.
Ā A dare.
Yn saw the grin and felt herself waver, felt the tension between them stretch to breaking, both of them shaking at the edge of too much, too far, and still, fucking still, she couldnāt give it up, couldnāt let him win, not now, not when sheād held him this long, so she swallowed the tremble in her chest and reminded herself who was in charge, because if one of them had to break, it wouldnāt be her.
Her palm flew before she even realized sheād moved.
The slap cracked across his cheek, loud and sharp.Ā
Jungkookās head jerked to the side, a red flush immediately spread across his skin.
And he laughed.
A wild, breathless sound tumbled out of him, not mockingā¦thrilled. Jungkook closed his eyes for a second as if savoring the sting, chest shaking with the force of it.
Ynās anger just grew. She slapped him again, the other cheek, harder than before.
His eyes snapped open. Dark. Hungry. he didnāt flinch, didnāt pull back, his lips parted on a shaky exhale like heād been waiting for it, his tongue flicked out to wet his lip, he panted hard, chest rising fast.
The dare was right there in his expression. Do it again. See what I do.
YnĀ lifted her hand.
She never got the chance.
Jungkook surged up like something inside him broke free, he flipped them bothĀ in one desperate motion, pinning her beneath him, Ynās gasp cut off into a sharp inhale as he grabbed her, turning her onto her hands and knees, his breath hit her ear, hot and ragged, then he entered with force.
"Jungkooā"
Her protest exploded into a scream as he thrust into her, brutal and deep, the wet slap of their bodies filled the room, each thrust hit her hard enough that her arms trembled, shockwaves running up her spine.
"Fuck- fuck-" Jungkook groaned, voice shredded, his sweat dripped from his forehead onto Ynās back,his mouth hung open on broken gasps as he drove into her without slowing, hips snapping so hard the bedframe rattled.
Yn clawed at the sheets, fingers slipping, her arms shaking, her hair stuck to her cheeks, damp with sweat, every thrust dragged a cry straight from her throat, raw and unfiltered, her body bowed forward under the force of him.
His hand slapped hard against her ass, the sound sharp and mean, and before the sting had even settled, his fingers stayed, clung, digging into the heat he left behind like he couldnāt let go, and she barely moved, barely breathed, too much crashing through her all at once to know what to react to first
He groaned low in his chest, the sound almost animal.
"Mine" Jungkook spanked her again, harder this time "You hear me? Fucking mine"
Her answer was a choked, shaking moan, her face pressed into the sheets, tears pricked her eyes with the intensity of it all.
Jungkook leaned over her, his forehead dropping to her shoulder, his hair was soaked with sweat, sticking to her skin, his voice cracked every time he breathed.
"I love you- I love you so much -Yn- fuck- I-" His words broke apart into guttural groans. Jungkook didnāt stop thrusting, not for a second, his voice strained, raw and desperate "I fucking love you, Yn"
Jungkookās face twisted like the words hurt, his cheeks flushed deep red, his teeth clenched, his brows drew tight together, his eyes glistened when they caught hers in the corner of her vision.
Desperate, just as much as her.
Yn moans rose with his. Higher. Shakier. The rhythm was brutal, relentless, grinding through her until her voice cracked.
He looked nothing like the man who begged earlier, Yn realized it between one breath and the next, she had never seen him like this.
Abruptly, Jungkook shifted, the movement sharp and fueled by something that felt too intense to hold in. His grip on her hips tightened, fingers digging into her skin, before Yn could catch her breath, he put her onto her back, the change wasnāt clumsy or rushed It was desperate in a way that made heat spark through her chest.
Jungkook slid into her in one smooth, hungry push, settling into missionary, his body hovered over hers for a split second, his shadow falling across her face before he dropped his weight, pressing his chest to hers like he couldnāt stand even an inch of space, her breath punched out of her, she can hear his heart hammering against her sternum, wild and uneven.
Jungkook buried himself impossibly deep, grinding his hips down, each thrust dragging their bodies together in a hot, relentless rhythm, his moans were raw and broken, falling out of him in a way that sounded almost painful and his eyes never left hers, they were blown wide, frantic, like he was searching her face for something he couldnāt name, something he needed more than air.
The tension accumulated in him fast, too fast, his muscles trembled with the strain of holding back, his breathing stuttered against her mouth.
Just as the pressure started to snap inside him, Ynās hand shot up, grabbing his face hard, she yanked him down until their foreheads slammed together, sweat mixing between them, their noses brushing, her breath hit his lips, hot and sharp.
Her voice was a command "Who do you belong to? Tell me now"
His answer ripped out of him before he could even think, torn from somewhere deep in his chest. "You, Yn only you. Always you. Forever."
The last word barely left his mouth before something inside him gave out.
His hips slammed into her with a force that knocked the breath from both of them, their bodies meeting with a wet slap, slap, slap that echoed in the room.
Jungkook came with a guttural groan, the sound ripped raw from his chest, his voice breaking around her name like he couldnāt hold it in, breath stuttering in ragged gasps as his face twisted with the force of it, eyes squeezed shut, lips parted, muscles tight and trembling as he spilled into her, hot and thick, pulse after pulse, and she felt it all, every warm rush filling her deep and slow, her walls clenching around him involuntarily like her body refused to let go, milking him, holding him there, drawing out every last wave of it as he kept releasing and releasing, helpless against it, lost in it, his hands gripping her like she was the only solid thing in the world.
She held his face with both hands, refusing to let him pull away, forcing him to stay close their foreheads stayed pressed together while the aftershocks ripped through him.Ā
Their bodies clung, chests rising unevenly, sweat sliding between them, the room filled with their breathing, louder than the storm slamming against the window outside.
When the intensity finally began to fade, real silence didnāt return, only a thick, charged hush their slick skin stuck together, peeling apart with soft, wet sounds every time he shifted.
Jungkook collapsed halfway on top of her, still inside, trembling all over his breath shook against her neck but even before his lungs steadied, something hot flickered in him again.
Hunger.
His hands moved without thought, roaming her body like he needed to feel every inch, his fingers tugged at the stubborn fabric clinging to her sides.
"I need to see youā¦" he whispered, his voice was raspy already, a mix of begging and demanding "All of you. Now. Please"
Ynās lips curved, breathless and proud at how undone he looked, she got up lifted her arms slowly, offering herself up to him.
Jungkook sucked in a shaky breath as he grabbed her dress, pulling it up with a frantic kind of reverence, he bared her inch by inch, drinking in the sight like it hurt him not to look, Ynās breasts rose with her breath, flushed and soft, her skin glowed with sweat, marked everywhere he had touched her, her thighs quivered open, the sheen between them catching the light.
He ripped the dress the rest of the way off and tossed it aside, not caring where it landed then he sat back on his heels, chest heaving, staring down at her like a starving man who couldnāt believe what he was seeing.
He put her back down and his hands slid to her thighs, thumbs pressing gently as he spread her open even wider, his gaze dropped between her legs, he didnāt touch her at first.
He just stared.
Mesmerized.
her entrance twitched, still fluttering from the aftershocks, his release spilled out in creamy streaks, wetting her folds and inner thighs, it was messy, obscene ,Ā and he looked at it like it was holy, his eyes softened and burned all at once, awe carving his face into something unguarded and reverent.
He touched her carefully, thumbs spreading her lips wider, watching another thick bead squeeze out of her,his breath hitched, the fascination on his face was so intense it made her cheeks heat , as if he were seeing something forbidden.
He stared,a reverent āahhā¦ā leaving his lips before he bent down and then, shameless and mischievous, he licked.Ā
A wet slurp echoed, vulgar in the quiet, followed by his groan , deep, guttural, vibrating against her, he licked again, slower this time, dragging his tongue upward with a sound so messy it made Yn gasp, her thighs jerking tight around his shoulders.
The obscene wetness filled her ears: his tongue lapping, his lips smacking faintly as he swallowed. It was unexpected, filthy, but when she looked down, the gleam in his eyes made her body shiver, he licked a third time,Ā more playful than reverent now, ending with a noisy suck at her folds before pulling back with his lips shining, when he glanced up at her, his eyes were glinting with mischief.
āJungkookā¦ā Yn breathed, half scandalized, half melting.
He only laughed, soft and dizzy, licking his lips noisily like he was tasting a treat he couldnāt resist, the sound of his laugh, husky and boyish at once, filled the room.
He didnāt care how it looked, didnāt care how messy it was,for him, it was devotion.Ā
And then he climbed back up, crawling over her body with a hunger that had gentled into joy, He curled himself around her, chest to chest, one arm sliding under her shoulders to pull her tight against him. His mouth found hers, kissing her deeply, unhurried and sticky with shared breath, and this time he couldnāt stop smiling against her lips.
The kiss was slow, but every few seconds he broke it with a breathless laugh, pressing his forehead to hers, whispering nonsense between kisses. āYouāreā¦ fuckā¦ youāre everything.ā Another kiss, softer. āI canāt believe-ā a laugh, ā-that you let meā¦ā another kiss, āGod, Iām so happy right now.ā
Yn brushed his damp hair back, her own lips curving as his joy turned into hers, he was kissing her sloppily, too happy to care about finesse, but it felt like home.
He whispered it finally, voice low, hoarse with truth: āI feel like Iām home againā
And he stayed wrapped around her, burying his face against her neck, kissing her skin with soft, endless presses of his lips, smiling so wide he couldnāt stop, not even when sleep finally began to tug at him.
Jungkook was completely spent, the moment Yn curled into him, her warmth fitting perfectly beneath his chin, something in him just collapsed, the exhaustion in his limbs dragged him under fast, his hand dropped heavy on her hip, fingers splayed wide in a loose, instinctive claim, like even asleep he needed to keep her close, his breathing slowed, smoothing out into soft, steady pulls of air until a faint little snore threatened at the back of his throat.
The tension he always carried, the tight line between his brows, the sharpness in his jaw melted away as sleep took him, his lips parted slightly,his lashes rested heavy against his cheeks, he looked younger, softer, almost boyish, like the world outside the two of them had disappeared, peeled away piece by piece until only she remained.
Yn hadnāt expected him to fall asleep that fast, not after the fire they had just poured into each other but as soon as she felt the slow, warm rise and fall of his chest against her, she understood and it made her heart soften in her ribs.
She stayed with him like that, watching him. The low light brushed over his skin, catching the sheen of sweat still drying on his temples, his damp hair stuck to his forehead, and she lifted her hand to smooth it back gently, her fingers traced the line of his brow, the relaxed slope of his cheekbone, memorizing every softened detail.
He looked completely undone and completely hers.
She leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, her lips lingering for a heartbeat. A grin tugged at the corner of her mouth at the sight he made, Jungkook, powerful and stubborn and intense, surrendered so easily in her arms, a surrender he never gave to anyone but her.
Eventually, the ache in her muscles made her stand from that position, she slipped quietly from the bed, feet touching the cool floor, her body still humming from everything they had done.
In the bathroom, the soft light revealed the marks heād left on her: the faint bruises blooming like slow roses on her thighs, the red imprints of his nails at her waist, the faint trace of his teeth along her collarbone. She lifted her fingers to them, brushing lightly, and her skin warmed under the touch,her body hummed again, a mix of sore and want.
She turned on the shower, the hiss filled the room as steam curled up around her, fogging the mirror, the water hit her skin, hot and steady, and she felt the ache in her muscles melt into something softer, something sweet. By the time she stepped out, her mind had quieted.
she tugged one of his shirts over her head, the fabric worn soft and oversized, brushing her elbows and falling loose around her bare legs, and it smelled like him, warm and a little musky, familiar in the way her body always recognized first, like comfort, like home, and she wanted, badly, to crawl back into bed, curl against his chest, breathe him in until her thoughts stopped racing, but the wedding was still a week away and there were lists to finish, calls to make, a thousand tiny things waiting for her attention and she couldnāt afford to let the quiet swallow her completely.
Ā She walked barefoot into the living room, laptop tucked under one arm, a mug of tea warming her hands, the storm outside tapped steadily at the windows, but inside, there was only the gentle click of keys and the occasional soft clink when she set her cup down.
It was fully dark when Jungkook stirred, his eyes snapped open fast, the cold side of the bed hit him all at once, a shock straight to his chest for a moment he couldnāt breathe, he sat up too quickly, sheets tangling around his waist as panic surged sharp and wild through him. His gaze whipped around the dim bedroom, searching, frantic, the leftover stormlight making everything look strange and empty without her beside him.
The room felt wrong without her warmth, wrong in a way that made his stomach drop, he dragged a hand through his hair, fingers trembling, chest rising in fast, uneven bursts.
Then he froze.
There it was, the faint sound of typing down the hall.Ā
Relief crashed into him so hard his shoulders sagged, the tension draining from his body in one long exhale.
Jungkook didnāt stop to think, didnāt even glance at the pile of clothes on the floor,he just moved fast and singleāminded as if the fear of not seeing her again was still clawing at his ribs, he walked out of the bedroom completely naked, not caring in the slightest, his only thought fixed on her,his hair stuck up in wild directions, his chest still flushed from sleep and leftover panic.
He found her curled on the couch, the soft blue glow of the screen lighting her skin, her legs were tucked beneath her, one of his shirts slipping loose across one shoulder, exposing the soft line of her collarbone, her lips were pursed in focus, her brow slightly creased.
The crease disappeared the moment she sensed him.
Jungkook didnāt say anything, he didnāt need to, he crossed the room and collapsed beside her, stretchingĀ along the cushions until his head landed in her lap, then the rest of him sprawled out, loose and lazy, like a cat claiming its favorite spot.
Yn startled at the sudden weight, then laughed, soft and fond, she closed the laptop, setting it aside, her fingers moved straight to his hair, brushing through the messy strands. Jungkook let out a warm, low sigh, his eyes fluttering shut as he melted into her touch. She leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to his temple.
"Hey," she murmured, smiling. "Why donāt you take a shower? Then we can grab something for dinner."
He hummed, deep and content, but didnāt budge, his cheek pressed deeper into her thigh, his arm wrapped loosely around her knees, for a while, he just stayed there, soaking in her warmth, the faint scent of her tea, the soft storm tapping against the glass of the window.
"Five more minutes" he muttered, voice thick with sleep and happiness.
Yn shook her head, still smiling "Youāre impossible"
"Mmm" he mumbled, lips curling even with his eyes closed "But Iām yours"
Her chest warmed, she bent forward and kissed his cheek quickly, catching the tiny smile he tried to hide.
She smoothed her hand through his hair, slow and gentle, for those five minutes, neither of them moved, the room filled with nothing but his soft breathing, the distant tap of the storm.
Finally, Jungkook let out a long groan and pushed himself upright, he stretched, hair falling into his eyes. Still naked, still grinning, he walked toward the bathroom.
Yn watched him go, shaking her head at his shamelessness but her smile stayed, soft and private. This, this was what happiness felt like. Not the ceremony. Not the storm. Not even the sex.
This. His head heavy in her lap. Her hands in his hair. The two of them tucked into the quiet rhythm of an ordinary night.
And the ring, cool against her finger, pressed into her skin like a secret.
āā¦What the fuck?ā Jungkook says, voice cracking. Not loud but definitely sharper than he means it.
His eyes snap to hers, wide and disbelieving.
āAre you seriouslyā¦what -what does that mean?ā he asks, stunned. āWhat, like-you think that wasā¦ hot?ā
It comes out half a whisper, half a sputter, and he hates the way it soundsā¦like he just shy and astonished.
āAre you messing with me?ā he asks again, quieter this time āIs this a joke? Or -what? Are youā¦ turned on right now?ā
His ears are flaming. The heat has crawled down his neck, across his chest, Jungkook's legs twitch, thighs flexing involuntarily.
Yn still hasnāt moved. Still hasnāt blinked.
Just sits there on the other end of the couch, perfectly calm, one leg crossed over the other and her dress riding up just enough to show a good part of her thigh.
She tilts her head.Ā
And smiles.
Not a warm smile. Not mean, either.
Justā¦ entertained.
His stomach drops.
āOh my god,ā he mutters, sinking back a little. āYouāre fucking enjoying this.ā
Still, she says nothing.
Jungkook doesnāt know if heās supposed to defend himself again, or apologize, or laugh it off.
What is she doing?
What does she want?
Is this punishment? Forgiveness? Some twisted middle ground?
Because the way sheās looking at him now, like sheās studying him, dissecting him, it makes his skin itch, its like she can see through him completely, see everything he did, everything he wanted, every dirty thought he tried to bury.
And sheās not angry.
Thatās the worst part.
Sheās amused.
āI donāt-I donāt even know what you want me to say right now,ā he admits, barely above a whisper.
Yn eyes flick to his lap then back up.
Thatās when she speaks low, deliberate.
āOn the phone you sounded like you saw a ghost,ā she says. āBut now, here? Sitting across from me? Talking about tits in your mouth and pussy on your thighā¦ā
She shrugs.
āYouāre not some poor victim, Jungkook. And youāre definitely not a saint.ā
āI didnāt want any of it,ā he said. Fast. Too fast. āI swear. I didnāt. I justā¦my body-fuck, I couldnāt control it.ā
JungkookĀ felt like this couldn't be happening to him, he continued.
āYouāre not serious,ā he said, voice flat with disbelief. āYouāre notā¦after what I told you-youāre not seriously saying that to me.ā
āI am,ā she said, with the same maddening calm. āAnd Iām watching you squirm, which is even better.ā
Fuck.
His skin crawled under his hoodie, the tension in his pants hadnāt gone away,it had shifted, changed shape, throbbed with every beat of his stupid, guilty heart, JungkookĀ could still feel the memory of her eyes earlier, locked on his face, listening, patient, and thenā¦
That smirk.
That fucking smirk.
āwhat you think about breaking the vow?ā Yn asked immediately after like nothing.
His brows pinched together slowly, brows furrowing like the realization was dragging his whole face with it.
āYou mean, right now? With you?ā
A smile ghosted across her lips.
āYes, sillyā she said gently. āWith me, unless you have someone else in mindā¦ā
His brushed off her last sentence.
āAre youā¦ testing me?ā
She didnāt answer right away. Instead, she leaned in, rested her hand lightly on his knee, thumb brushing small, deliberate circles through the fabric of his sweats. His thigh jumped under her touch.
āIām not testing you,ā she said, voice low, even. āIām telling you what I want. And asking if you want it too.ā
His jaw tensed. He sat very still.
āBut after what happenedā¦ā His voice cracked again. āYouāre notā¦ mad? Not punishing me? Not trying toā¦ get back at me?ā
Her hand didnāt move.
āNo,ā she said. āI already told you. I believe you.ā
He stared down at her hand. His chest was rising too fast, too shallow. The tips of his ears were still burning.
āI donāt get it,ā he whispered. āYou should be furious. You should beā¦ disappointed. I fucked it up. And youā¦want to have sex with me?ā
His voice cracked again. He swallowed hard, then lifted his gaze, eyes wild with confusion.
āWhy arenāt you mad?ā
Her gaze softened, but it didnāt lose its precision.
āBecause what happened doest affect how I feel about you in the slightest ā she said.
Jungkook blinked. His lips parted. He stared at her, with those big doe eyes.
āYou donātā¦ hate me?ā
āNo,ā she said firmly. āNot even close. Iām not jealous of some stranger, Jungkook but Iām annoyed about the mess it left behind. Thatās it. The guilt, the shame itās sitting on your chest heavy. And I know you. If we donāt get it out now if we donāt burn it out of you youāll carry it into the ceremony, into the vows, into our life. Youāll be thinking about it while I walk down the aisle.ā
Jungkook gasped, how can someone known him so well, even the feelings he could not name.
āSo no,ā she said, gentler now. āThis isnāt revenge, itās just me trying to reconnect with you.ā
He exhaled shakily.
āBut what if Iā¦ what if I still want to keep the vow? Just until the wedding?ā
She nodded, brushing her fingers higher, toward the hem of his hoodie. āThen we do. Iāll respect your choice. We can wait, itās just a week awayā
Her voice dipped lower and she smiled at him.
āBut Iāll warn you now. On our honeymoon? Youāre getting punished for every extra day you made me wait.ā
That startled a huff of breath from him and heĀ almost laughed.Ā
Jungkook let out a slow, shaking breath, still with that confusing frustration he could not express but determination at connecting again with Yn.
He gave her a nod.Then, quieter:
āā¦Okay, letās do itā
She smiled not in aĀ kind nor cruel way, it was something else entirely.
And whispered with her voice sounding like velvet:
āGood boy.ā
The silence was hot and charged with tension.
Jungkook sat there motionless, the last echo of her words still buzzing behind his ears. His throat moved with a swallow, his breath was shallow, eyes still locked on hers like he hadnāt caught up with the moment like he didnāt trust her absolution.
He for a second debated in his mind if he should just turn around and kiss her, itās awkward already that he hasn't taken charge, he always takes charge, but now he feels like a lost puppy.
āI want you to show me,ā she said softly after a few seconds of silence ā When you got aroused by that stranger, where did you feel it first?ā
Jungkook blinked. A nervous tic twitched at the corner of his mouth. It took him a moment, his whole body already tense again, a knot in his lower abdomen started to form, slowly, his hand lifted and pressed to the space just below his ribs. His palm spread across the fabric of his hoodie, right over the dip above his waistband.
āHereā Jungkook muttered. Barely audible.
Her nails followed immediately, tracing the outline of his hand. She didnāt rush. She just touched, brushed, let her fingers press into the fabric. His abs jumped beneath her as if flinching like his skin already knew what was coming.
Her gaze didnāt leave his face āLift it.ā
Jungkook hesitated but he obeyed, he bit his bottom lip and yanked the hoodie up, inch by inch, until the soft cotton bunched around his armpits. His bare torso was on display, chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths. His nipples were hard. His abs were tense, shifting with each inhale like they couldnāt decide whether to clench or release.
Yn didnāt comment on the way he shook, or how fast he was breathing, but she did notice,with no rush Yn just placed her hand flat against the center of his stomach, the other hand was dragging her long acrylic nail up slowly, over the ridges of muscle, around the curves of his ribs, deliberately circling one nipple. Jungkook gasped not loud but raw like the sound ripped up from someplace deeper than he expected,
He clenched his fists in his lap.
āHigherā she murmured.
Jungkook jerked the hoodie up further until it hiked over his shoulders and finally gave up and pulled it over his head completely. It hit the floor with a dull thud, leaving him bare from the waist up vulnerable and trembling.
Yn leaned closer, her dress rustling as it moved over her thighs then she scratched down the center of his chest, dragging the tips of her nails down to his navel, then lower pausing just above the drawstring of his sweats.
āAnd after that?ā she asked her tone hadnāt changed, it was slightly assertive but also soft somehow.Ā
Jungkook lips parted, he didnāt answer at first, just stared at her like sheād peeled back his soul.
Then he reached for the drawstring.
His hands fumbled, trembling but still he loosened it, then slid the waistband down inch by inch, revealing the lines of his hips, the muscle twitching low on his stomach, the thick shaft of his cock already flushed and twitching, heavy against one thigh.
āHere,ā he whispered. āItā¦ moved here.ā
Yn's eyes dropped to it. Unapologetically.
āYouāre already getting hard.ā
He looked away, ears flaming red, the shame and arousal battling under his skin like a fever.
Yn didnāt give him time to sink into it, she reached forward, slow and deliberate, and dragged her nail along the underside of his cock, just a whisper of contact, feather-light. Jungkook choked on a sound. His hips jumped before he could stop them, his thighs twitching, toes curling inside his socks.
āDid she see you like this?ā she asked, voice low, voice deadly.
āNoā he rasped. āNever. Just you.ā
Her fingers moved again, this time tracing the head of him with a circle playing a little with his foreskin, watching him flinch watching his lips part around a broken gasp.
āBut she felt it, didnāt she?ā
His eyes snapped shut. His hands fisted again, like restraint was the only thing holding him together.
āā¦Yeahā he admitted in a breath
A soft, amused sound left her, it was not a laugh but something playfully sinister.
āLook at you,ā she whispered. ājust from my voice and i barely touched youā
And then she spit.
Hot and slow, let it fall from her mouth in a glistening string that landed across the head of his cock, thick and wet. It hit his overheated skin , dripped down his shaft, warm and slick and filthy.
He made a sound high, broken, not even fully formed. His hand twitched toward his thigh like he didnāt know whether to touch himself or grip something, anything, to stop from losing it.
His body jolted with the effort it took to stay still.
The sofa creaked beneath them as he shifted involuntarily. His breath came louder now panting through his nose, jaw clenched, lips bitten red.
She could see the desperation in his eyes. Could see the way the pulse jumped in his neck, the flush blooming down his chest.
Her fingers returned to his jaw, tilting his head up gently just enough to keep his gaze locked with hers.
āStroke it for meā she whispered.
His hand moved instantly.
He gripped himself tight, the slick from her spit letting him glide down his length, slow and controlled, the tension in his thighs, the way his stomach fluttered every time his palm passed the head, He wasnāt going to last, not without direction.
She leaned in. Let her fingers curl into his hair.
And spit again right onto his cock and fist, the mess thick and gleaming, dripping down to his balls. Jungkookās fingers were stillĀ wrapped around the base, slow and careful, stroking upward with a trembling drag. The sound was obscene, the wet glide of skin over slickened flesh, the faint sticky pop at the head.
His hips jerked up by instinct raw groan tore from his throat.
She felt aroused at his helplessness.Ā
Then her voice dropped to a whisper.
āStop.ā
He did.
Immediately.
His chest heaved. His cock twitched in the open air wet andĀ swollen, leaking at the tip, desperate for friction. His hand hovered, twitching.Ā
She watched him for a heartbeat longer let the silence stretch. Let him burn.
Then slowly, she rose from the sofa.
Hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties and peeled them off.
He didnāt blink. Didnāt breathe. A small satisfaction grin appeared on his lips.Ā
She let them fall to the floor. Climbed into his lap without a word, the heat of her bare cunt brushing against his thigh.
And heā¦Ā
He didnāt dare to move.
Not without Ynās permission.
Yn straddled him.
One smooth motion, slow and purposeful the brush of her thighs spreading around his hips, the warm drag of her skin over his as she settled her weight onto his lap. Her dress slid higher with every inch, bunching at her waist, exposing the sleek lines of her hips, the full heat of her against his bare stomach.
And fuck -he felt it.
The contrast of her slick warmth against his overheated skin made him react instantly, his cock throbbing where it pressed up between them, trapped between his abs and the soft, wet heat of her center.
His breath stuttered.
It sounded loud in the quiet room, broken and thin. The fabric of the sofa creaked beneath again as his thighs trembled, every muscle pulled tight, begging for control.
ābe stillā she whispered again.
He obeyed her again.
She tilted his chin up with one slow finger under it. His lashes fluttered. His pupils were blown wide already, and the heat rising off him was wild and palpable. His lips were parted, damp with quick breath, still unsure if he was really allowed to want this.Ā
Her grip shifted. She slid her hand into his hair, firm but not cruel, anchoring him as she stared into his face.
āOpen,ā she said softly.
And without hesitation, Jungkook opened his mouth.
Her fingers tightened in his hair, the couch creaking again at the slight shift of their bodies, and she slipped two fingers between his lips without warning. He gasped around them, then immediately sucked down, lips closing tight, tongue lapping instinctively.
The suction was messy, drool spilling down his chin, glistening at the corners of his mouth. His lashes fluttered with every slow drag of her fingers, every wet gag of sound she teased from his throat. He moaned, quiet, embarrassed, almost grateful.
She pulled her fingers out slowly, watching a string of spit cling between his lips and her hand before it snapped, glistening against his chin.
Jungkook cheeks had this blushed on them, his breath came in panting waves.His cock throbbed, leaking thick onto his stomach, shiny and aching. The air felt too thin now. His whole body hummed under her, desperate to move, to buck, to take. But he didnāt. Not yet.
She leaned in, her breath brushing his cheek, voice assuring.Ā
āYouāre doing so well, baby.ā
His jaw clenched, Jungkook wanted to cry orĀ moan or bury himself in her and never come out but instead, he sucked in a shaky breath, and let her guide him further.
Yn hand dropped between them. She use her fingers to pleasure herself then she grab around the base of his cock, slow and sure. He nearly sobbed from the contact.
She rubbed him against her slit, not taking him inside, just letting his tip slide through her folds smearing her wetness over him, letting it drip down his shaft in messy trails. She rocked her hips just enough to make him feel it. The heat. The tightness. The promise.
His hips jerked once before he could stop himself.
She slapped his thigh. Not hard but firm. A clear warning.
āDid I say you could move?ā
āNāno,ā Jungkook managed to respond, eyes shut in a pain mixed with pleasure.
āThen donāt.ā
He choked on a breath, nodding frantically, head tilted back.
But beneath it all, she could feel the trust.
That thread of trembling, electric faith stringing between his restraint and her control. He wasnāt afraid of her. Jungkook was afraid of failing her. Of failing this.
And she knew him.
She knew if she didnāt do this if she didnāt fuck this guilt and need out of him now he would drag it with him.
This was not for punishment. Not for control. This was to take that weight from his shoulders. To remind him what was real.
Her. Him. Them.
Nothing else.
She guided him again, dragging the head of his cock over her clit, slow and tempting, her breath catching just a little. She could feel his tension breaking down bit by bit. His hands trembled where they gripped the cushions, his mouth parted, gasping for air.
His thighs flexed beneath her, trying not to move.
She smirked softly and leaned close, and said:
āTell me where you want to be.ā
He blinked up at her still dazed. His pupils were becoming bigger and his lips were trembling.
āā¦Insideā he whispered. āPlease, Ynā
āInside who?ā
āYouā he croaked. āOnly you. Always you.ā
She smiled.
But she didnāt give it yet.
She circled his tip over her clit again slow, teasing, cruel. He jerked once, then stopped himself, a strangled moan clawing out of his throat.
She leaned in, mouth against his jaw.
āThen ask me again, baby.ā
His voice cracked.
āPlease,ā he begged, āplease let me inside. Please Yn-I need you, Iāll be good, Iāll do anything, I-pleaseā¦ ā
That was it.
She guided him to her entrance.
And sank down.
Slow.
So fucking slow.
And Jungkook felt he shattered.
His head dropped back, a broken sound tearing from deep in his chest, if like the relief hurt more than the need ever did. His hips surged up, instinct taking over only to stop himself again halfway through, body trembling with restraint.
She took all of him, inch by inch, until she was seated full on his lap, stretched around him, the tight wet heat of her clutching him so perfectly it nearly killed him.
His hands finally came up, but they hovered shaking, unsure where to land.
She let them stay like that.
Made him hold on.
Made him feel it.
āYnā¦ā he whispered, voice raw.
āShhh,ā she soothed, nails tracing his shoulders, her hips grinding once tight and slow. āYouāre doing so well. Youāre already mine. Youāve always been mine.ā
He moaned again high, lost, undone.
And didnāt move an inch.
He was obeying her. But barely.
there was a tension in him and also that restraint, there was a thin thread of guilt still wrapped around his chest like a leash stopping him from taking over.
Because he could.
She knew he could. And he knew she knew.
Jungkook was strong. Not just physically, but viscerally. Sheād felt it before the way he could throw her, pin her, ruin her without breaking a sweat when he lost himself. And he wanted to. She could tell. His pupils were blown wide, his body slick and buzzing beneath hers, everything in him screaming to grab her, fuck up into her, make her pay for every slow second of denial.
But tonight, he was giving her all the power.
And she could sense how close he was to breaking.
If she teased too long, dragged this edge out one second more than necessary Yn knew Jungkook would snap on her. Jungkook can only handle this intensity to a default.
Her breath hitched.
Because God, it thrilled her to see him like this, to ride that razor's edge of control, where he was still hers, in his pathetic try of being submissive, open, wrecked but one flick away from unraveling into something else.
Yn leaned in. Pressed her chest to his. Her mouth hovered beside his ear, her breath sticky against his cheek. she moaned as she rolled her hips she was just getting started, she had more things in mind, but first Jungkook needed some release.
He whimpered again, helpless.
His cock was already slick, his shaft smeared in her arousal, his thighs trembling from the effort of not thrusting up into the wet, hot heaven just hovering above him. Her cunt dragged against him as she back and forth slowly.
His moans came quieter now, broken things that punched out of his throat with every cruel, perfect pass of her body.
āFuck, please,ā he gasped. His voice cracked, shaken . āI canāt-baby, I canātā¦ā
āYou can.ā Her nails bit into his shoulders as she sat up straighter. ā...And you will.ā
She moved again, hips rolling.
āLook at you,ā she murmured āYouāre aching, arenāt you?ā
He nodded, almost violently. His hair clung to his forehead in damp strands. His eyes were frantic. She could feel the tremble in his thighs building knew exactly how hard he was holding back.
āYou want to lose control so bad.ā
āI- fuckā¦yeah,ā he choked out.
āBut you wonāt,ā she said, mouth right against hisĀ āNot until I say.ā
He swallowed hard.Ā
The soft slap of their bodies echoed with every thrust, every wet grind. the skin on skin slapping sound was matching the quiet whimpers that broke from him, one after another. He was shaking, not from the effort, but from restraint.the pressure was enough to drag anyone to madness.
His eyes dragged up her body, and something wild flickered in them.
She was still dressed. Her dress bunched and rucked up over her hips, but her chest, covered. Untouched.
Jungkook havent seen her naked in a whole fucking month, if she didnt increse the friction he atleast deserved to see her precious body, her swollen breastsā¦ he felt the sudden whip of pleasure that scattered in his lower belly, his mouth just wanted one of her nipples to suck. He didn't care to sound pathetic.
āPlease,ā he begged, voice hoarse. āPlease, can I- your tits -can I justā¦ā
His hands hovered, trembling.
āJust one in my mouth,ā he whispered, desperate. āJust -just let me taste you -please- ā
Her expression didnāt change. Instead she took his nipple in her finger and applied enough pressure to make him moan high pitch
āI canāt ā He swallowed hard. āI canāt take much more.ā
She smiled faintly. āOh babe, you better stop whining or ill make you truly regret itā
His eyes fluttered he just nodded, desperate.
But his obedience didnāt last.
The next time she rolled her hips, she felt it ā¦the shift in him. That raw, starving instinct rising. His hands moved on their own, gripping her hips tight, dragging her down hard against him like his body couldnāt take being teased anymore. His cock twitched swollen inside her, trying to find the fiction he cravedas he moved his hips on his pace.
āFuck-ā she gasped, almost unseated by the force of it, he was thrusting in her too deep as his hands were tight on both sides of her hips making pressure.
For one second, she felt the snap of dominance pushing through him. A surge of power, of muscle, of wild tension desperate to reclaim something primal. she would not allow it.
āHands off. Now.ā
Jungkook froze,his hands immediately let go, but the damage was done.
Yn pulled back and raised her brows.
She abruptly stood, sliding off him in one fluid motion.
"Ynā!" he cried, voice cracking, hands reaching for her before slapping uselessly at his thighs.Jungkookās chest heaving, desperation written in every line of his body. His cock throbbed, flushed dark, leaking at the tip, twitching against his stomach completely helpless.
āNo-no, donāt-please, I didnāt meanā¦ā His voice cracked, he swears he felt hot tears accumulate in his eyes.
She bent just enough to hiss, āIf you grab me again without permission, Iāll finish myself off in the fucking bathroom and leave you like this. Is that what you want?ā
Jungkook's face crumpled.
āFuck, Iām sorry -please -please, I didnāt mean to-ā His voice cracked again, and his hands shook where they gripped his knees. His cockaching for her. āDonāt stop-please-Iāll be good, I swear!ā
Yn stared at him aware of exactly what she was doing.
Jungkook looked so wrecked.
Sweat clung to his jawline. His cheeks were flushed deep red. Tears glimmered in his lashes actual tears, the kind of frustrated, helpless sobs that came from deep inside, from being denied over and over again.
Yn couldnāt help it. She smiled. Just a little.
āIm going to give you a second chanceā
And then she climbed back into his lap sliding his cook inside, this time intense and merciless. letting him feel every inch as she sank onto him again. Jungkook head dropped forward, mouth wide, hands fisting in the couch cushions. she grabbed his face choking a moan off her mouth before talking.
āYou better not cum withouth my fucking permissionā
She rode him with a punishing rhythm, letting her hips rock in deep, grinding circles, the sounds were too dirty,Ā Jungkook was trembling now, coming closer.
it pulsed low and delicious in his belly, thick, flowy waves rolling through him, slow and heavy. the pressure coiled deep, just beneath his navel, every grind drawing out that tight, aching pleasure that throbbed like a second heartbeat. it hurt, but sweetly. so fucking good he never wanted it to stop.
But all he could think about was her fucking mouth.
Jungkook wanted her mouth on his,Ā not in some sweet, tender way ,he didnāt want a simple kiss, he wanted something filthy. something degrading.
Jungkook wanted their tongues locked together, deep, wet and slippery, he wanted the kind of kiss that left strings of spit connecting their lips every time she pulled away. wanted to suck Yn tongue like heād suck her clit, mouth open, breathing hard through his nose, swallowing her moans.
he blinked up at her with glassy, tear-glazed eyes, voice barely a whisper.
āā¦can Iā¦ā
his throat worked, but the words caught there, thin and wet and soft as a whimper.
āā¦can I kiss you?ā
She look at him for a second and then look to other direction.
Jungkook realized she wasnāt going to kiss him the moment her lips hovered just above his, close enough for him to feel the heat of her breath, to go still beneath her like prey under a predator mercy, but she didnāt close the gap.
she didnāt lean in.
and god, the look on Ynās faceā¦so calm, so knowing, so fucking entertained by his unraveling. like she was drinking in every broken little twitch of his mouth with a twisted satisfaction.Ā
he stared, breath caught, hope fluttering in his throat like something dying.
but her lips didnāt move toward his.
instead, she gave this ghost smile.
"oh, baby," she murmured "You haven't earned it "
and it landed.
Jungkook knew then, with a sharp, aching certainty that she wasnāt going to give it to him. not yet. maybe not for a long while.
Yn spoke again.
āopen your mouth.ā
he obeyed. instantly.
Jungkook was so far gone, so completely shattered under her control, that he welcomed it.
his mouth opened wide, tongue pushed out eagerly, trembling slightly as it waited, offered, no shame in his eyes now, no trace of dignity left. just want.
he wanted to look pathetic. wanted to be the disgusting, desperate thing sheād turned him into.
and Yn saw it. saw how willingly he opened for her. saw how glad he was for even this mockery of a kiss.
she let the spit hang from her lip slow.
it dragged down in a thick, glistening strand, touching the tip of his tongue, sticking to it as it pulled taut then fell.
his eyes rolled back slightly as it settled. thick, warm. her taste.
he moaned.
just from that.
just from the feel of her spit in his mouth, from the taste of her breath and her heat sliding down his tongue.
he swallowed without being told. swallowed like he was drinking her, and as soon as it slid down his throat he stuck his tongue right back out again, eager, obedient, trembling with need.
she laughed, grinned, actually, watching his tongue wiggle just a little, like he was trying not to move too much, not to break the moment, but couldnāt help how much he wanted it.
and she gave him more.
another line of drool, slower this time. she let it hang, stretch, string down and down and down, until it drooped across the flat of his tongue and his lips and the corners of his mouth.
he swallowed again with a shaky moan, eyes fluttering, the spit slicking his chin now.
her pussy clenched down around him and she rolled her hips deep, slow and hard, watching him squirm, watching the line of her spit slide down his jaw and neck and pool in the hollow of his throat.
ohā¦he enjoyed it.
he was that far gone.
that fucked.
his climax was right there, hovering, curling up from his balls to his gut like lightning under his skin. his abs locked, toes curled, breath stuttered out of him in wet little gasps as Yn kept going, riding him like his unraveling is not her business.
āYnā¦ b-baby, I- I think Iām gonna-ā his voice was breaking, high and wrecked, lip caught between his teeth to hold back the moan rising in his chest.
but she didnāt slow.
she slammed down again
again
and again
slick and loud and fast.
and just as his vision started to blurā¦
the phone rang.
her phone.
and she looked at it.
still bouncing, then without warning she stopped.Ā
the denial hit like a car crash.
his stomach clenched so violently it forced the breath out of him in a choked gasp, muscles spasming around a climax that never came.
"No-ā he whimpered, voice cracking, hands shaking at his sides. but she was already moving already rising.
her pussy slipped off his cock in one slow, agonizing slide, wet and glistening, leaving him bare and aching in the open air.
he sobbed.
a real, broken sob, raw and high and trembling, like something in him just cracked apart. his thighs shook, his cock bobbed uselessly in the air, red and leaking and denied, a thin trail of wetness stretched between him and her as she stepped away.
āNo- fuck- no, no, no, please-please donāt- donāt stop, I canāt-ā
āI canāt lose this call, it probably is the wedding plannerā she said over her shoulder after she rolled her eyes at him, calm as ever, plucking the phone from the table like she wasnāt walking away from a man begging at the edge of ruin.
he curled inward with a sound that wasnāt even human.
cock twitching, pulsing, leaking down his stomach. lips parted, gasping, chest moving rapidly.
āYes! Hi. I was hoping it was you.ā
He crumbled forward, genuinely ruined. Not just from arousal now, but humiliation. Exhaustion. Frustration at war with devotion.
He leaned against her leg, forehead to her thigh, barely holding himself up.
She didnāt even glance down. Just moved a hand lazily through his hair, not to soothe, but to remind him where he belonged.
āIāll confirm the delivery times first thing,ā she said smoothly into the phone. āWeāre still expecting the florist at ten, right?ā
She sat beside him on the couch, legs crossed, phone still to her ear like she wasnāt soaked and panting and teasing the love of her life within an inch of his sanity.
He couldnāt take it.
But he couldnāt touch her either. Not without breaking her rules.
So Jungkook did the only thing he could,Ā he leaned against her shoulder, lips brushing her bare skin, breath heavy and raw like an animal in a trap. He buried his face in her neck, sobbing without sound, tears wetting the curve of her collarbone.
She rolled her eyes, barely hiding her smile.
āYou poor thing,ā she whispered, not even covering the mic.
And then
Her hand moved.
Slowly.
Down his chest. Over this abs. Down, down, downā
Until her nails brushed the tip of his cock a tease.
She drew a lazy spiral over the flushed head, and then, casually, still chatting with the planner, she went on top of his lap.
Sank down.
He gasped like he'd been submerged underwater and finally broke the surface.
But she didnāt ride him.
Didnāt move.
Just sat there full of him hot and pulsing, his cock swollen being squeezed helplessly inside her.
Still on the phone, she traced her fingers across his nipples now tempting him, she pinched one, rubbed circles around the other. Jungkook whimpered like he might lose consciousness.
āI think the head table will look gorgeous,ā Yn said sweetly. āThank you so much. Really.ā
His breath hitched on every word. Eyes squeezed shut. Jungkook was crying again, for real this time, every nerve in his body flayed open and exposed.
āOkay. see you thenā
She hung up.
The silence in the room collapsed like a wave.
And then she started to ride him again, going for the sweet release.Ā
Yn pace was brutal, wild, no tease this time, just fast and frantic, her hips slamming down on him again and again, the wet sounds filling the room again as his body arched helplessly beneath her. Jungkook fists gripped the sofa so hard his knuckles burned, sweat rolling off his temples, every thrust making his cock throb like it was about to burst.Ā
āYn-baby, please, Iām-fuck, Iām so close -please, can I- can I come?ā his voice cracked, trembling, his chest heaving like he was drowning.
she didnāt answer.
she just kept riding him, harder, sharper, her slick pussy squeezing the breath out of him while he writhed.
a second passed.
his toes curled, his jaw clenched, a sob caught in his throat. āYn, please, I canāt -I canāt hold it-please say yesā¦ā
another second.
her hips snapped down. his body jerked, his cock twitching violently inside her, his vision blurring.
a third.
āplease,ā he gasped, eyes wide and wet, āplease, Iāll do anythingā¦ā
a fourth.
he was breaking now, crying with the effort, the tension in his belly so unbearable it hurt, his whole body begging with him.
a fifth.
finally, she leaned down, lips brushing his ear, voice low and merciless. āyou can come.ā
Jungkook climax tore through his body like lightning, violent, shuddering, endless. his vision blurred white, chest heaving as his love so deep, so overwhelming, exploded in his chest with every pulse of release. every exhale made it swell bigger, bigger, bigger, until it felt like his ribs would burst with it, until all he could do was moan her name in broken sobs while she rode him through it moaning her own orgasm.
āYn-I love you,ā he gasped, broken and wild, tears leaking hot down his cheeks. āfuck, I love you so much, I love you so fucking much-ā
sweat poured down both their bodies, skin slick, hair clinging. she hadnāt even bothered to take off the dress, still fucking him in it, fabric clinging to her curves, teasing him, tempting him.
Jungkook wanted to rip it toĀ fucking shreds. wanted to tear it off her shoulders, bury his face in her sweat soaked skin, mark her everywhere.
but he couldnāt.
not without permission.
so he lay there, chest rising and falling, body trembling, staring up at her with wide, desperate eyes
Jungkook waited , aching for that moment, that shift. The one he always saw in her, just after intense sex.
Her smile.
That softened gaze. That lazy hum. The post orgasm glow where sheād lean in and kiss him, whisper something like ābaby,ā or āyou did so good,ā and let him hold her. Let him love her.
But this timeā¦ it didnāt come.
Yn stayed still. Sitting heavy in his lap, cock still buried in her, dress sticking to her thighs. Her breath came slow but steady. Her eyes on his determined.
And then she leaned inĀ not with affection, but with intent.
Her lips brushed the shell of his ear. He froze.
And in the quiet, dominant hush that made his spine snap straight, Yn whispered:
The club was a fucking zoo. Music too loud, lights too bright, air too heavy. Smelled like smoke, sweat, spilled soju, and God knows what else.
Jungkook sat stiff in the booth like he was waiting for someone to shoot him.
His shirt clung to his back, sweat dripping in his neck. His drink was warm in his hand, untouched. Heād already had enough to stop thinking clearly.
Shots. Weed. That mystery pill that Hobi gave him. The edges of the world were blurry now and those fucking flashing lights that made his pulse feel like it was pounding behind his eyes.
The youngest in his friend group. He was still Kookie, still the one who could be teased into anything. This night above all others teasing was a given.
āWhy do you look like youāre about to get executed?ā Taehyung asked, tipping back his whiskey and smiling at the dancer on the pole.
āYouād think he was at a funeral, not a strip club,ā Jimin added with a laugh. āYou good, Kook?ā
āIām fine,ā Jungkook said, voice tight. He wasnāt. He needed some noodles and his bed, not the drink Jimin placed in his hand.
Namjoon slid back into the booth beside him, clapping him hard on the shoulder. āThis is the part where you stop being a monk and enjoy your goddamn bachelor party.ā
Jungkook blinked at him, eyes wide, too wide, ike a deer caught in headlights.
āGuyās acting like heās never seen tits before,ā HobiĀ said, laughing.
āDidnāt he used to be the horniest little shit alive?ā Jimin added. āBack in the day? Before Yn?ā
āOh yeah,ā Taehyung chimed in. āDude used to hook up off just eye contact.ā
āLegend,ā Namjoon smirked, raising his glass. āRIP to Jungkookās long conquest list.ā
Jungkook tried to laugh, but he chugged the rest of his drink.Ā
They didnāt know about the celibacy vow. They didnāt know he hadnāt touched himself in four weeks. That he and Yn made a whole promise about coming into marriage clean, raw, and ready for an explosive honeymoon. That he was holding onto that like it was oxygen.
All they saw was a quiet version of Jungkook trying to keep it clean.
He looked around the club, at the bodies moving, women dancing, tits bouncing, asses grinding.
Everything was a hazy pulse of energy.Ā Every flash of skin sparked heat down his spine.
His cock was already half hard just from existing in the room.
He shook his head, trying to clear it. āDonāt be that guy,ā he told himself under his breath. āDonāt think with your dick. Just breathe.ā
A dancer passed close. Namjoon shoved a bill in Jungkookās hand and nodded toward her.
āGo on. Make it rain.ā
Jungkook looked down at the cash, then up at the woman. She was covered in tattoos, curvy and her eyes locked on his. She spun and arched her back. Her thong shifted.
He hesitated.
Then reached up with the bill, fingers shaking so bad it took him two tries to slip it into the strap of her thong.
She smiled at him, sweet and condescending, then moved on, no time to waste.Ā
Jungkookās ears burned. His hand dropped to his lap, he felt like a loser.
He needed air.
Instead, the music changed, slower now, dirtier.
And she appeared.
Tan skin. Long legs. Barely covered tits. A face like doll and a body like a fucking video game mod.
She moved straight for him, smiling her way through. Not like he was special,Ā just like sheād already picked her target.
āYouāre the groom?ā she asked, her voice high pitched.
He opened his mouth. Nodded.
She climbed into his lap.
Just like that.
His whole body tensed. Her skin was hot and damp against his pants. Her thighs gripped his hips. He didnāt know where to put his hands, so he didnāt.
She started to move. Grind. Pressure. Rhythm.
āRelax, baby,ā she said. āLet me take care of you.ā
Jungkookās eyes darted around like he was waiting for Yn to walk in and catch him in 4K.
He shouldāve pushed her off.
Instead, he stayed frozen, jaw clenched.
āYouāre tense,ā she whispered, lips brushing his ear. āHavenāt had any lately?ā
He inhaled sharply, pulse surging through his dick.
the guys started cheering from the next booth.
āLetās GOOOO!ā
āThere he is! Thereās the Kook we remember!ā
The dancer pressed harder. Her pussy dragged over the thickening bulge in his pants.
āShit,ā he hissed through his teeth.
Her hands slid under his shirt. her nails brushing abs. She leaned in, licking the edge of his jaw. āYouāre rock hard already. Poor thing.ā
His hips bucked up once,Ā quick, animalistic. He couldnāt help it.
She gasped, soft and perfect. Moaned right into his neck. āMmm, you wanna fuck me so bad, donāt you?ā
His throat closed.
He was sweating. Hard as hell. Dizzy.
Every nerve in his body was screaming yes, even as his heart beat out no with every pulse.
āYou wanna go to the back?ā she asked, voice tempting and slow. āIāll ride you until you forget your name.ā
His hands finally movedĀ to her waist. Not to pull her closer. To stop her.
āDonāt,ā he said, voice hoarse.
She blinked down at him with her long lashes. āWhat?ā
āGet off. Iām done. Please.ā
She stared, then laughed. āWhat a waste.ā
She slid off his lap and walked away, her heels clicking on the floor.
Jungkook just sat there. Still hard. Still sweating. Still shaking.
Namjoon leaned over the booth divider, squinting at him. āBro. You alright?ā
He couldnāt answer. He just stood, legs unsteady, and pushed through the crowd to the bathroom.
Locked the door.
He gripped the sink.
Looked at himself.
Hair a mess. Face red. Lips swollen. Eyes wide.
His dick was still hard.
āI didnāt do anything,ā he muttered. āI stopped it. I didnāt cheat.ā
His breathing got faster. His chest tightened.
Water. Cold. Splash it. Again.
Did he want it?
Was that cheating?
Was thinking about it cheating?
He pulled out his phone with trembling hands. Thumbs fumbling.
Something happened tonight. Can we talk?
He pressed send. Then stared at his own reflection like it might judge him too.
The screen says 3:58 when he hits call.
Heās outside the club now. Alley behind the parking lot. Cold air dragging sweat off his neck, smoke curling off the second cigarette clenched between his teeth. His hands wonāt stop shaking. Heās been pacing this same twenty feet of asphalt for ten minutes, heart slamming like a bass drum.
The worst part is...
Heās still hard.
Still throbbing.
It hurts now. Unspent, swollen against the front of his jeans. Makes him sick.
He nearly drops the phone when she picks up.
āHello?ā Yn said, her voice raspy and a little tipsy.
āBaby, are you alone? Please, justā¦donāt hang up, okay? Please, justā¦just listen to me for a second ā Jungkook rushes out, breathless, almost pleading.
Thereās a pause. Distant music.
āIām alone,ā Yn said softly, voice low now. āIām listening.ā
The words land like a safety net, and somehow make it worse.
His head tips back against the brick. He squeezes his eyes shut.
āFuck. Okay,ā Jungkook choked. āSomething happened. Nothing happened, butā¦fuckā¦I need to say it out loud. I need you to hear it from me first.ā
āIām here,ā she replied.
Her voice is clear now. Not warm. Justā¦ present.
āThey paid for a dance. the guysā¦,ā Jungkook said. āI didnāt ask for it. You know I didnāt fucking want that shit, I didnāt-ā
He cuts himself off, dragging a breath through his teeth.
āShe sat on me,ā he continued. āFull grind. Body to body. I didnāt stop her. Not right away.ā
His jaw clenches. Throat raw. His hand curls in his jacket like heās holding his own guts in.
āShe was almost nakedā he admitted.
āShe was bouncing on me and I-I got hard. I got fucking hard.ā
Thereās a silence on the line. He swears he can hear her blink then adjust herself in the sofa.
āNot because I wanted herā he added quickly.
āMy body justā¦it reacted.
And I hated it. I hated it, Ynā
His voice cracks again, pitched too high for how he usually talks. He sounds like a fucking idiot. Like a scared little boy who got caught doing something he didnāt even want to do.
āI pushed her off. I didnāt touch her after that. I walked straight to the bathroom and stayed there. Washed my fucking hands five times,ā Jungkook said, voice shaking.
He presses the heel of his hand into his chest. The pain there is physical. Real.
āOkay,ā Yn replied, level and calm.
Itās not judgmental. But itās not soft either.
He stares at the dark sky like it might give him an answer.
āI know I didnāt cheat, I know that,ā Jungkook rambled. āBut my dick was fucking throbbing under her and everyone was watching and laughing like it was nothing, like Iām just one of the guysā¦ā
He grits his teeth. Swallows.
ā-But Iām not. Iām yours. Iāve been good. You know that. I havenāt cum in three weeks. I donāt even jerk off anymore. I miss you so bad it makes my stomach hurt and then this- this fucking thing happened and I-ā
āYou stopped it,ā Yn said.
āYeah, but my body wanted it,ā Jungkook said quietly.
āEven just for a second.ā
āAnd then you called me,ā she replied evenly.
He exhales hard, like heās been punched in the gut.
āBecause I needed you to hear it. I didnāt want to sit on this and rot with it,ā he said.
āI needed you to know before I got home, I couldnāt lie to you. I couldnāt.ā
Thereās a pause.
āI appreciate that,ā Yn said.
Her tone hasnāt changed. Thatās whatās killing him. Itās like sheās holding back the fire, and he doesnāt know if itās because sheās calm or a storm is coming.Ā
āDo you hate me?ā Jungkook whispered.
āNo,ā she said firmly.
Another pause.
āIām not happy. But Iām not judging eitherā she continued.
āI need time to process. Thatās all.ā
He presses the phone tighter, feels the static in his ear.
āWhen do you land tomorrow?ā he asked.
āAfternoon,ā Yn said.
āIāll pick you up,ā he offered.
āNo, its fineā she said.
āā¦What?ā he asked.
āIāll take a cab. You donāt have to comeā she told him.
His stomach turns.
āBabe, please, let me at least see youā¦ā Jungkook started.
āWeāll talk when Iām home. Not at the airport,ā she said.
She says it gently but itās firm, non negotiable. Jungkook leans into the wall, jaw tight, heās blinking too fast.
āOkay,ā he murmured. āI just-okay.ā
Thereās a silence between them but neither hangs up.
āI still love you. Nothing changed that,ā Jungkook said quietly.
āI know,ā Yn replied like a factĀ āSleep well, shower and cleanse that dirty club smell off of youā
āYeah. I will,ā he said with a broken laugh.
āGoodnight, Jungkookā she said, soft but distant.
He closes his eyes.
āGoodnight, babyā he whispered.
The call ends.
He stares at the black screen for a long time, then walks home alone, zipper biting into the bulge he hasnāt dealt with,Ā cold sweat on his skin. His chest is full of something he canāt name yet.
He doesnāt cry but he want to.Ā
He showers with the lights off,Ā cums in his hand just to get rid of it. He oesnāt feel better after.
The only thing he does right is leave his phone face up on the nightstand.
Waiting for her.
4:00pm
Yn: āLanded. Iāll take a cab, meet you at home in 40.ā
He stares at the text like for a few seconds.
Reads it again. Then again.
Doesnāt answer. Doesnāt even move.
Iām not happy. But Iām not judging either
He keeps hearing that over and over again, its playing it like a loop in his head, like it might start to mean something better the tenth time through. It doesnāt.
He canāt sit still.
He paces around their apartment, floor to window, back to the kitchen, back again, Every time a car drives past, his body flinches, his neck snaps, his heart jumps, he wipes his hands on his pants for no reason.Ā
when the 40 minutes hit heās already downstairs standing in the entrance of their building like a stray dog.
Hood up in good old hoodie, sleeves stretched. He couldnāt decide what shoes so he just threw on the first ones he found .Ā
A yellow cab slows to a stop.
He almost drops his phone.
She steps out and his head goes blank.
Her dress is flowyĀ in that light blue color he always liked is short enough that when she moves, itĀ shows just a little on her thigh, she has her sunglasses still on and her hair in a messy bun, No jewelry, she has a tiny bagĀ and a suitcase behind her, rolling quiet on the pavement.
She looks like the version of her he missed so bad it physically hurt.
And Yn doesnāt look at him.
Not right away.
He jogs the steps, heart in his throat, grabs the suitcase before she can continue, his fingers brush hers on the handle and he nearly flinches.
She glances up and her expression is unreadable.
Then she tips her head, she says with dry, deadpan tone:
āDonāt you want to greet me properly?ā
Jungkook chokes on relief. He takes steps forward fast with his arms around her in an instant. he hugs tight. Desperate. His face in her shoulder, her scent grounding him like nothing else could. Gosh she always smells amazing.Ā
Sheās Airplane cold when her cheek presses to his collarbone she hears his heart beats going faster.
She breaks the hug first.
āLetās go inside,ā she says, already turning.
He nods. Quiet. Pulls the suitcase behind her.
Yn doesnāt speak, Jungkook doesnāt breathe.
When they reach their door, Yn steps out first then reaches back and grabs his hand.
Just to pull him along his body just goes with it like inertia.Ā
The kettleās on steaming, JungkookĀ just stares at it like it might tell him what to say he needs to be doing something. Anything. He grabs two mugs,Ā swaps them, picks different ones then fills the wrong one first. Starts over. Keeps wiping his hands on his thighs.
He canāt stop glancing at her.
Sheās on the couch now, bare feet as usual, Yn seems to be texting on her phone completely unaware of her what her presence is causing on Jungkook.
eventually he goes to her side and give her a mug.
She looks at him still unreadable, then she made a gestures beside her, he goes to her side like a grounded puppy.
Yn takes a long sip of her tea, then said with her voice is measured:
āJungkook. I donāt care about the rest. I need to know exactly what happened when that stripper got on your lap. Every single detail. Donāt skip anything just because itās embarrassing. Okay?ā
He canāt look at her, his fingers clench around the mug, he doesnāt bring it to his lips.
āOkay,ā he says with his voice thin.
He stares at a spot just over her shoulder.
āShe just walked up. No music cue, no show, just, right in front of me she picked me, sat down, she was almost completely nakedā
He swallows.
āShe straddled me , full weight, her thighs spread over mine, and I could feelĀ everything. Sweat. Heat. Like body heat, not sexy heat. Justā¦ hot. She pressed down hardĀ like she knew.ā
His jaw tightens. Breath shallow.
āHer hands went around my neck then she leaned in and her tits were in my face even her hair got in my mouthā¦ā
He wets his lips.
āShe started moving. FIrst slowly, rolling her hips,Ā grindingā¦My dick-it reacted, like, fast. I wasnāt even thinking. It just was heat and pressure and I got hard.Ā She smiled when she felt it then she moved slower.ā
His voice is cracking already.
āShe bent down, whispered in my ear, said she wanted to take me to the back said sheād ride me till I cried.ā
He chokes on the next breath.
ā i could hear the guys screaming and laughing , i could hearĀ the bass also my own blood in my ears.ā
Jungkook tries to drink the tea but canāt. Sets it down on the table.
āMy hips moved, Yn,Ā without thinking, i was thrusting up into her, barely but it happened. She moaned I think on purpose tried to make me feel like i was making her flushedā
He swallows hard.
ā I didnāt kiss her, I swear, Yn, but it was close. I think I wanted to just for a second. It was like i wasnāt in my body anymore like my body was betraying me.ā
Jungkook hands are shaking now he doesnāt hide it.
āThen I panicked, I grabbed her hips , pushed her off and told her no said I was getting married, of course she didnāt care she just smiled slid off and moved on.ā
He drops his face into his hands. Then rubs hard, trying to get something off his skin that wonāt come off.
āI sat there douldnāt think. Couldnāt breathe. I was still hard. It fucking hurt. My pants were damp. I felt like a freak. Like Iād ruined something I couldnāt fix. I ran to the bathroom. Scrubbed my hands. My face. Almost puked.ā
Jungkook finally looks at Yn. His voice barely a whisper.
āI texted you right after thatā¦I just couldnāt hold it in, I didnāt want her, I didnāt want any of it. I just froze then I panicked and then I left.ā
Silence.
Not a breath in the room.
He watches her. Waits for anything, any reaction: Disgust. Anger. Sadness.
But sheās still.
Justā¦ still.
And then:
āWow,ā she saysĀ āThat actually soundsā¦ kind of hot, honestly.ā
He blinks.
The world stutters.
She leans back slightly, arms still folded, watching him.
āThe way you tell it?ā she almost smiles āIām surprised you didnāt lose control for real.ā
His body locks.
For a second, everything inside him justā¦malfunctions.
His breath catches in his throat, his spine goes rigid while his chest floods with heat. It hits ike whiplash. Like she just slapped him and whispered more.
He stares at her. Literally doesnāt know what to say. Doesnāt even know how to breathe right.
What the fuck kind of response is that?
His ears burn and his thighs twitch.Ā
What is she doing?
Is she joking?
Is she punishing him?
Is sheā¦turned on?
No. That canāt be it. That would be insane. That would beā¦
His stomach turns. His face is on fire. Heās flushed to his chest now, skin prickling like she just undressed him with her eyes, but didnāt touch him. Didn't have to.
His tongue moves in his mouth but no sound comes out.
She doesnāt say anything else. Just sits there. Still. Watching him.
Not smiling. Not explaining.
Just letting it hang.
Like a hook in his ribs.
And heā¦he has no idea what the fuck to do with it.
OP insisted on transferring large sums of money to his online girlfriend, his friends thought it was a scam so they called the police, but OP didn't believe them, then the police arrested the suspect and asked OP to identify if it was his girlfriend.
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