Warnings: violence, explicit language, sexual themes
Summary: You live in a city where crime runs rampant. One day, you save a young boy’s life, not knowing that he is the most powerful crime lord's heir. And you have just been put on the no harm list.
A/N: this chapter is smut
You had slept through the vote the next morning.
Hoseok spent the night at your apartment, partly for your safety and partly because the two of you got wine drunk while Hoseok divulged the details of his two weeks in hiding with Yoongi.
The bastard didn't wake you this morning when he slipped out of the apartment to head to the Den.
You didn't know if it was to keep you from the vote or shield you from the fallout of last night's attack, but you didn't want to go anyway. No one's vote would be swayed by what you wanted. Each member of the inner circle was as stubborn as an ass.
Besides you didn't know if you could sit at a table and act normal after last night too much has changed between your kiss with Jungkook and everything you learned about Yoongi.
Hoseok had always been private about his relationship with Yoongi, which starkly contrasted the many flings and one-night-stands he paraded and told you about in pain-staking detail. You always thought your friend's modesty was because Yoongi was the only person Hoseok ever loved. That his feelings were so real that sharing them with someone else felt like violating something sacred.
You now know it's because Yoongi is the third in command of one of the most powerful gangs on the West side. The watered-down and convoluted timeline of their relationship became strikingly clear once you discovered Hoseok's history with BTS. And with that one critical secret revealed, Hoseok was painfully, painfully honest and descriptive about his escapades with Yoongi. And you didn't think you could manage sitting in the same room with him and this newfound knowledge without blushing.
Unfortunately, that didn't mean you got to sleep in. Jeremy started demanding breakfast by swatting a hanger across the room as cats do. And once you were up the filth and grime of last night started to feel like a second skin you were itching to shed. You didn't know what hurt more as you finally got out of bed, your body from last night's attack, or your hangover from the cheap wine. A thorough inspection in the bathroom confirmed purple and blue bruises peppered your skin. However, none were darker than the deep purple blotch on your neck from Jungkook. You tried to convince yourself your hair covered it when you faced the gang in the aftermath last night, but that was unlikely.
You planned to scrub down as fast as you could and get it over with, but as the hot water pressed against your sore muscles, all thoughts evaporated, and you treated yourself to a proper shower. Taking time to wash and deep condition your hair, scrub, exfoliate, shave, and moisturize every nook and cranny until you felt like a reborn woman.
Feeling fresh and slightly dizzy from the extended time in the steam, you dressed and braided back your damp hair. The bedsheets on Hoseok's side of the bed were half stripped off the mattress. His passive aggressive way of telling you they needed to be cleaned before they get slept in again. Agreeing with his sentiment, you stripped your bed and changed your sheets. Between the lingering hangover and being overheated in the shower, this was an Olympic endeavor that required a nap partway through
The knock at your door was the only reason you got out of bed an hour later.
Jungkook greeted you with a tight smile.
"I'm fired, aren't I?" you asked as you let him in.
"We all agreed that it was too dangerous to keep you employed there," Jungkook affirmed, his voice tight.
You rolled your eyes and reached for your kettle to fill it with water. You needed caffeine.
"And how am I supposed to pay back my debt?" you questioned, your voice too casual.
"We're confident your medical services will pay off your debt by the end of your residency. And if not, I'll get RM to drop it. There's no real way for him to properly quantify what you've done for BTS already."
"It's not your debt to forgive," you said stiffly, surprised to see he was right behind you when you turned.
"It shouldn't exist in the first place, not with you on the No Harm List," Jungkook pushed as he stepped forward, effectively pinning you to the counter before taking the kettle from you and setting it on the stove.
You groaned in frustration, reaching for his face so he was forced to look you in the eye, "Saving you was never a power play. It was just the right thing to do." You insisted.
Jungkook placed his hand on top of yours, kissing your palm and the tip of each finger.
"I know, but let karma pay you back in kind," he nipped at your pinky, "and if not karma, then let me."
You dragged your eyes from his mouth to meet his heated gaze. You sucked in a breath to steady yourself and power through the conversation.
"I don't want you, or anyone, to feel like they have to repay something to me," you breathed, "I don't want to ever feel like you're with me because of-"
"I'm not." he said firmly, "I would never do that."
"Then take me off the list." you breathed.
"I can't. It's a metaphorical list and not something you can really opt out of," Jungkook explained with a coy smile.
You rolled your eyes, "Take me off your list. Don't protect me because you owe me. Protect me because I'm your-" you cut yourself off.
His mouth twitched as he reached to brush his thumb against your bottom lip, tracing against the rough skin where you bite it when you're stressed, "Your what?" he asked with a glint in his eye.
"I'm your..." you faded off hesitantly.
Girlfriend? That felt too shallow in this context.
Partner? That felt too serious.
Lover? That wasn't true just yet. But you were willing to work on that.
"I'm yours to protect. Just like you are mine." you settled on before his thumb tugged down your bottom lip. Your tongue flicked out, licking it teasingly, as you watched his eyes darken.
"Don't you know that's what I've been doing this whole time?" he smirked, withdrawing his hand from your mouth. He braced his arms against the counter, boxing you in with his body. "I've been patient, Ella, but you were mine when you threw your goddamn shoe at that Blacktips's head. We've all just been waiting for you to catch on."
Your breath caught in your throat as you looked up at him. You wondered if your desire was as evident to him as his was to you. He leaned in until he was only a handbreadth away, and your eyes fluttered shut in anticipation.
You could feel the warmth of his body as he closed the distance and feather soft, traced his mouth against yours, leaving your lips tingling.
You had so many things left unfinished between the two of you. You should talk about your future and your plans. How fast or slow you should take things moving forward. You should tell him about the accelerated program you applied for. He should tell you about the gang war he was playing general in. You should go on a damn date.
But you could feel the tension stretching between the two of you, so taught it would snap.
Jungkook's mouth was soft and sensual as it finally, connected with yours. You twined your arms around his neck as you rose on your tiptoes for a better angle. This was the first time the two of you properly kissed without risk of being interrupted, and you would let hell freeze over before you let someone in this apartment before you were finished with this man.
You liked to think you prioritized emotions and communication in a relationship, but you had a burning need for him that had been plaguing you for months, and it was idiotic for the two of you to go this long without addressing it properly.
You wanted so much of him so badly you didn't know what would be left of the two of you once you finally got it.
He ran his tongue across the seam of your lips, asking for permission. You tangled your hands in his hair as your mouth parted for him.
His tongue brushed over yours, and he hummed in approval as you met him stroke for stroke, wanting to taste every inch of him. His arms slid around you, hands palming and squeezing your ass with a reverence that made you shiver.
Jungkook kissed you so deeply that you lost yourself in it. Your mind went blank of all thoughts except the thrum of desire steadily running through you making your core clench with need. As if feeling the same, Jungkook lifted you onto the countertop, aligning your center with his.
You wrapped your legs around his waist, grinding against his hardness, and raked your nails down his back in an effort to pull yourself closer to him. You delighted in feeling the ripple of his muscles as his hands continued to explore your body, roaming over your hips and waist and traveling up to your breasts.
"God, you don't know how much I love these," he groaned as his fingers flicked against the sensitive buds.
You gasped, nipples pebbling under his touch. He leisurely kissed across your jaw and down your neck, taking a moment to lap over the mark he left last night. He hummed contentedly when you arched, baring more of yourself to him and he quickly continued down to your chest before taking a nipple into his hot mouth, soaking the fabric of your tank top. You groaned in pleasure at the lewd feeling of the wet fabric clinging to you as his tongue continued to rove over the hardened bud.
You tangled your hands in the curls at the nape of his neck, holding his head close to you as he moved to give your other breast the same attention. The sensation was incredible but not enough as your hips ground against the counter, desperate for friction. As if he could hear your frustration through your panting, Jungkook yanked down the front of your top, bearing your chest to the chilled air.
"You're so beautiful," he groaned as he leaned down to continue lapping at your breast. Your body jerked as his tongue traced the sensitive crease of your lower boob.
"Jungkook," you cried out as he bit down on your nipple before licking at the small hurt.
"Hmmm," he hummed, sucking that same over-sensitive bud into his mouth.
"I need more of you. Bedroom now." Your voice was breathy, but the command was clear.
He continued sucking and kissing your chest in a way that made you think he was ignoring you before he finally groaned in agreement and grabbed you by your thighs and lifted you off the counter.
You made a surprised sound in your throat, wrapping your legs tighter around him before giggling at his ridiculousness.
He smiled at you, eyes alight as he walked the two of you to your bedroom. One of his hands was under your ass, while the other was securely on your lower back. He gave you a chaste kiss before whispering, "Take off your top."
You smiled shyly, but not being one to disobey orders, you quickly got to work, shedding the shirt as gracefully as you could while trying to keep your balance against him and promptly tossing it onto the floor.
He paused in your doorway with a quiet huff. "Where is your bedding?" He asked, eyeing your bed, which was typically covered in multiple comforters and blankets but currently only had a cling sheet on the mattress.
"It's laundry day," you said sheepishly.
Jungkook shrugged unperturbed and quickly tossed you on the mattress. You squealed as you bounced, giggling as Jeremy scampered from his hiding spot under the bed and out of the room as if he knew what would come. Smart kitty
You were giddy with excitement as you watched him reach for his belt. This man simply licked your tits, and you were almost out of your mind. He was going to fuck you brain-dead.
You caught sight of your reflection in the mirror across from your bed and saw you were already a flushed mess. Your breasts were gleaming from Jungkook's ministrations, and small purple bruises were already forming across their peaks. Somehow, the sight of what he did to you only aroused you more.
With swift efficiency, Jungkook shed his boots and pants. You eyed him hungrily as his monster of a cock jutted proudly from his boxers.
"My eyes are up here," he teased, reaching for his shirt.
"I was getting to those," you assured as your eyes slowly wandered up his toned torso to his chest where-
"When did you get your nipple pierced?" You demanded eyeing the dark, shining ring on his chest.
You had seen him shirtless many times during training over the past few months. And while you tried hard not to stare at him, you would have noticed that.
"I lost a bet with Taehyung a few weeks ago." He said with a shrug.
"Why did you only get one?" You asked, amused.
He smirked, "I called him a pussy when we went to get them done, so he got the other one. We only had enough cash for two piercings. So we're a matching set."
You laughed. Ready to question him on the semantics of the bet when he grabbed your ankles and pulled you across the bed.
"Enough about me," Jungkook sighed as he climbed over your body.
"I wanna hear about when you got this?" He asked, delicately tracing the sensitive flesh along the right side of your rib cage where a fine-lined iris tattoo curved along your outer breast.
"It's an iris I got for Daewon." You said, smiling softly at the memory.
"After she died?" He asked gently before kissing the spot.
"No, actually, we got them together." You said with a smile. "She had bullied me into it over Christmas break. I couldn't wear a bra for like two weeks afterward because it was so sensitive. And it snowed that year. I remember being so cold I thought my tits would freeze off." You laughed.
Jungkook smiled along with you, tracing the tender spot. "She sounds like an incredible friend."
"She was," you sighed, shifting your hips in a way that ground you against him. He was still painfully hard despite it all. "Sorry, talking about dead friends isn't very sexy." You offered with a sheepish smile.
"I asked," he assured. "And I get it. I have one tattoo for each of the guys. And one for my mom. I know how special it is to carry someone with you like that." He murmured before pressing a kiss to your cheek.
Your interest sparked at the mention of his mother. Jungkook rarely referenced his life before BTS, but now wasn't the right time to pry.
You glided your hand down his tattooed arm. "You'll have to give me a proper tour one day." You said, and you meant it. You had always wanted to ask the meaning behind the many tattoos tracing down his arm and across his right pectoral.
"One day," he said noncommittally, pressing another chaste kiss to your tattoo before tracing his mouth down your body. "But I have other plans at the moment," he murmured against your hip.
You sighed your body quickly coming alight at his touch once again. Your need for him returning all at once overwhelming you and making your hips flex with desire.
He hooked his thumb into the waistband of your sleep shorts and slowly inched them down your hips, nipping at one softly and making you squirm. His hands caressed the length of your leg the whole way down as if he were determined to feel every inch of you. His fingertips tickled their way down your thighs, calves, and the arch of your feet before tossing the shorts to the floor.
The sight of him kneeling between your spread legs, looking at you with the same hunger you felt for him, took your breath away.
"You're so beautiful," you whispered, unable to help yourself.
Jungkook looked up at you with a quirked brow, "That's my line," he teased as his eyes trailed back down your body taking you all in. You fought against the instinct to curl up and cover some part of yourself. You weren't completely naked. Your underwear was still on, but no one had ever looked at you like this. Like they were memorizing every inch.
You were still in your underwear. And they weren't modest per se, but the mesh white fabric with lilac butterflies wasn't exactly sexy either. You expected him to take them off next as his hand traced back up your leg and to your center. You felt his stare like a brand at your core.
"You're so wet I can see it through your panties." He whispered as if talking to himself. His words made you flush with a wave of embarrassment. Reflexively, you moved to close your knees, but Jungkook stopped you with one hand his dark eyes blown out, all pupil.
"Don't" he whispered, but it was a request not an order as Jungkook palmed his erection with one hand and he ran an exploratory finger up your slit, making you shiver.
He hummed in confirmation, rubbing against the sodden fabric. "Absolutely soaked. Is this all for me?" He asked with a smirk.
You felt yourself flush, reaching to cover your face as you gave a small confirmation. He started tracing wide soothing circles around your clit, never quite touching where you needed him most. The action was both soothing and flooding you with desire.
"Ella," he whispered, watching you, "I didn't mean to embarrass you. I love that I turned you on. clearly, you've turned me on, too." He said, palming his cock for emphasis.
Without hesitation, you leaned to palm him through his boxers and wrapped your hand around the impressive girth as best you could before teasing the head.
He closed his eyes, sighing in pleasure, "god, you are so perfect." He breathed, leaning in to kiss you. And you stayed like that for a lingering moment. Just touching and breathing each other in. Until he moved his fingers right to your clit and pressed in small hard circles, making you tense in pleasure.
Jungkook groaned at the sight pulling your hand off his cock and tracing his way back down your body. He returned to your hips, kissing his way across the hem of your underwear and flicking his tongue against the sensitive flesh, making you arch into the unfamiliar sensation before he made his way down where you needed him most. You sucked in a sharp breath as his hot mouth laved against your clit, licking you through the sheer mesh fabric. The pleasure had your eyes rolling back as the friction of his tongue and the underwear rubbed against you.
You bucked your hips involuntarily and reached to tangle your hands in his hair and pull him closer. You expected him to pin you down and make you take what he would give you. But Jungkook surprised you as he groaned in approval, wrapping his arms around your thighs and pulling you closer to ride his face.
You felt filthy and desperate as he devoured you through your sodden underwear, and you cried out as you felt that pleasure climb higher and higher.
"You have no idea how long I wanted to have you under me like this," Jungkook groaned as he pushed aside the underwear, allowing hot, slick tongue to roam freely over your folds. He worked his way down, slipping the muscle inside you briefly, before tracing back up to the one spot you needed him the most. Your hips moved with reckless abandon, near frantic from the pleasure. And Jungkook continued circling your swollen clit with delicious accuracy.
You were faintly aware that you were groaning his name over and over again. For the first time in your life your mind was mind empty as the knot in your gut grew tighter and tighter. You were so close and said as much, slamming your head back into the mattress as every muscle locked in anticipation.
Jungkook sucked your clit into his mouth, and he ran his top teeth over the hood. Sharp intense pleasure snapped the tether holding you to this world as you screamed in ecstasy. Still grinding against him as you rode out the waves of your climax.
"You taste better than I dreamed you would." he sighed before he dipped his tongue inside of you. Your walls fluttered around the muscle as you slowly reeled yourself back together.
When your body was limp with exhaustion, Jungkook continued to lap greedily at you until you were jerking away, whimpering in sensitivity.
"One more for me, sweetheart," he encouraged as he traced his tongue tantalizingly down your bikini line. Your underwear was still soaked and shoved to the side as he worked.
"No, it's your turn," you groaned as you tried to recover. Your body was trembling with the echoes of your orgasm your brain was still scattered with scrambles of thoughts you were trying to piece together.
"Please," he begged, sliding one finger inside you. It glided smoothly, and your hips flexed in response.
"Jungkook," you sighed, not knowing if you could take another orgasm. You still had to fuck him. You wanted to suck his dick too. The list of experiences you wanted to have with this man was suddenly overwhelmingly long. And he wanted to get you off a second time through your goddamn underwear. "I want to fuck you," you bargained.
"You will, I promise," He slid a second finger in, and you groaned at the fullness.
"Kook," you warned as your breath hitched.
"Ask me to stop, and I'll stop." He whispered with a kiss to your thigh. "But I want to watch you come again, and I need to stretch you out before we fuck."
You thought about how full your hand felt when you tried to wrap it around his cock and whimpered as his fingers continued to work you, gliding effortlessly in your soaking core. You couldn't tell if you wanted to fight him or beg for more. Sensing your indecision, he smirked as he curled his fingers, making you moan.
"That's my girl," he encouraged as your hips bucked.
He looked up at you with a cocky grin as he leaned down and lapped at your swollen clit. You hissed, jerking back at the tender sensation, but he pinned you quickly with one hand to your stomach as his broad shoulders kept your legs spread for him.
You whimpered and groaned as he alternated between feather-light licks and long, broad strokes. And each sound you made seemed to encourage him more. The sensitivity quickly faded to a low buzz as the pleasure began to build at an alarming rate, making your breath hitch. You never had a partner who was so tuned in to you. Reading your every twitch and moan and adjusting as needed to bring you so close to the edge and drag it out until you were desperate and mewling.
He slipped a third digit to pump inside you. You grunted in slight discomfort at the feeling of being stretched out as he scissored his fingers apart. "You're taking it so well," He murmured encouragingly before pumping his hand faster.
Jungkook gripped underneath one of your thighs and pushed it up slightly propping your leg out on an angle.
"Right there," you let out in a choked moan as the new angle pressed delicious friction on just the right spot inside of you.
You wanted to prop yourself up on your elbows and watch him work, fingers pumping as his tongue moved sensuously against you. But the feeling started building to a dangerous new height, and you trembled, gripping the sheets to ground yourself.
Pleasure, hot and intense, was spiraling in your stomach, and your thighs tensed in the telltale anticipation of your release. The heat continued to build to something near nuclear as Jungkook sucked your swollen clit into his mouth.
"Jungkook," you cried in warning. And oh god you were actually crying. It was too much, too good. And tears were streaming down your cheeks. You were out of control, panting, and sobbing, and writhing under him as he devoured you with tongue and teeth.
Jungkook reached one hand up your body and pinched your nipple hard, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. The unexpected sensation sent you over the edge with such intensity it knocked the breath out of you. Your mouth was opened in a silent shout as your entire body shuttered in your release clenching like a vice around Jungkook. Your vision went white, your mind blank, you were in a free fall of ecstasy so intense you felt out of orbit with your own body.
Jungkook was vigilant. Pumping you through each wave that crashed into you until you weakly pushed his head away, covering your poor swollen clit in an effort to protect it from further abuse. Jungkook laughed as he withdrew his fingers and placed a kiss on each thigh, making your body twitch in aftershock before he righted your underwear, now wet and a little cold and crawled up the bed to lay beside you. He pulled you to his chest, and you curled into him, trembling from the pleasure as he wrapped his arms around you.
You lay there for long minutes catching your breath while Jungkook held you and stroked your hair.
You slowly felt yourself re-entering it's proper orbit and realized you've never come that hard before, and not from any lack of skill of past partners. You've had your fair share, most being classmates who studied the body as close as you did and they all left you more than satisfied.
You looked up at Jungkook and wonder if he felt it too. The way the strings of fate kept crossing you into each other's paths to a point that your lives felt braided together.
When you agreed to this relationship it was to spare yourself and Jungkook from the physical attraction your both felt for the other. You thought that you would be little more than unspoken friends with benefits. But the way he read your body required a connection stronger than that.
"What's wrong?" Jungkook asked at your pensive expression. Kissing at the crease between your eyebrows.
"Nothing, I've just never felt like that before. Never come like that before." You clarified.
He smiled a little proud but also teasing. "I didn't think you would be a cryer, but it kinda fits." Jungkook murmured, wiping a stray tear from your cheek.
"What the fuck does that mean?" You asked, only half-heartily offended. You were too brain-dead to fully commit.
"You're like a control freak. I imagine receiving pleasure from someone is a really vulnerable experience."
You stiffened at his casual tone. "Do you psychoanalyze every woman you sleep with during aftercare?" You asked.
"This isn't aftercare, sweetheart. This is the water break at the checkpoint. I haven't even fucked you yet." He reminded.
Your heart stopped for a second because, oh god. This man has already made you come twice hard than you ever had in your life, and you haven't even fucked yet. You may not have the endurance to maintain a relationship with Jeon Jungkook.
Sensing your hesitation, he pressed kiss to your forehead. "That is if you're still up for that? We can wait." Jungkook assured with another kiss. It feels like he hasn't stopped kissing you since you agreed to whatever this relationship was.
"Oh, we're fucking" you said with false bravado, but you could feel your body warming up at the thought. This man was like a drug you couldn't get enough of.
"You sure. Wouldn't want to make you cry again." Jungkook teased. You smacked his chest in outrage, now powered by equal parts spite and lust, as you crawled onto him.
"We're fucking, but first, I want to see what I'm working with." You assured as you reached to pull his boxers down his waist.
His cock was straining against the fabric that was clearly darker at the head.
You paused to trace a thumb over it, admiring the damp evidence of his desire. "You're so wet. Is this all for me?" You mocked with a smirk.
You watched Jungkook's pupils blow wide as his breath hitched in his chest. "Always," he responded with unabashed sincerity. The sight of you straddling him was enough to make his balls tighten.
You took a moment to tease him leaning down to suck on his bulbous head through the fabric of his boxers. You savored the salty taste of his precum before deciding you didn't care for the flavor of polyester and reached to finally remove his underwear.
His cock stood on proud display, and your mouth went dry at the sight. You weren't quick to describe a dick as beautiful, but Jeon Jungkook's dick was beautiful... and massive.
"Your dick is so big I feel like I should call him Richard." You announced in shock.
Jungkook barked out a laugh in disbelief.
"I'm serious. I can tell that your dick is a career man that came from generational wealth, married a debutant wife, and has at least 2 sons to inherit his empire."
Jungkook continued to look amused by your dilemma.
You didn't know how you were going to fit this monster in your pussy, much less your mouth, but you were willing to die trying.
You smirked at Jungkook as you rubbed his thighs and leaned down to kiss his stomach. You felt his abdominal muscles clench beneath you as his breath hitched.
He groaned as you delicately licked the tip and you couldn't hold back your smile. This is what you've been dying to see.
Jungkook was undoubtedly a strong, dangerous, and powerful man. You've felt the way he can overpower you in training and know that he is ruthless and efficient in a fight. His influence and authority in BTS was unquestionable. And you've seen firsthand how he can make a man fold under his dominance. Jungkook was the type of man whose presence you could feel when he entered a room for good or for bad.
You wanted to make him putty in your hand.
You delighted in every sigh and moan that slipped his pretty lips as you worked your tongue from the base of his cock and traced it all the way up to the tip, circling it once, twice, three times until Jungkook was lifting his hips to meet your hot mouth.
It seemed you both enjoyed the feeling of pleasuring your partner until they were at their wits end, and at a loss of control.
You envisioned fighting with each other over who got to take care of whom first and wondered what all this man would let you do to him as you worked him deeper into your mouth until her brushed the entrance of your throat. You breathed deeply through your nose before you swallowed, taking him deeper and allowing the soft muscles to constrict around him.
"Ella," he groaned, grabbing your head to guide you. You moaned in approval and permission as your hand reached down to cradle his balls when he promptly pulled you off.
"I promise to let you suck my dick any time after this, but I am begging you, please let me fuck you." He pleaded with wide eyes.
"You've already had your fun." You accused.
"Then you fuck me. I don't care. I need to be inside of you"
You scoffed but obliged, eager to feel him. you pulled off the sodden underwear he loved so dearly and once again straddled him.
Lifting yourself up onto your knees, you pinned his dick to his stomach, grinding against him to warm yourself up. You were so wet you slid over him smoothly and sighed as you rubbed your clit against the head of his cock.
"Fuck, you're incredible," Jungkook praised as he gripped your waist, watching you work yourself up.
You leaned over to kiss his chest, running your tongue over his dusky nipple and pulling at the piercing with your teeth.
"Fuck," Jungkook groaned, bucking his hips against you.
Taking the hint, you tugged at the piercing one more time before lining his cock with your center and easing your way down. The initial press of him was welcomed bliss but quickly became more of a challenge as the rest of him followed.
Jungkook's fingers did little to prepare you for the fullness you felt as you sank onto him. You groaned as your walls stretched to accommodate every inch.
"That's it, you can take it," Jungkook encouraged as his thumbs rubbed soothing circles on your hips. Savoring the way your cunt clenched around him.
This angle gave you more control, but you felt him so much deeper inside of you as you rotated your hips and worked your way down.
You were panting as you bottomed out walls fluttering around him as you adjusted to the feel of him.
"You okay champ?" his voice was breathy and only a little mocking as he tried not to lose himself in your warmth.
You were beyond words but nodded and gave an experimental roll of your hips in response. You both groaned as you continued to grind against him before warming yourself up enough to finally lift up and plunge yourself back down on his length.
Jungkook tightened his grip on your hips, arms flexing as he lifted you and helped you ride his cock. Hard, deep, and slow that's the rhythm he set for you as both let out groans more animal than human. Your body arched back with each thrust eyes closed tight, but Jungkook's eyes were locked on you. Marveling at the sight of you riding him.
Your face was screwed up in pleasure. Swollen breast bouncing with each thrust. The base of his cock gleamed with your arousal every time your cunt plunged up and back down onto him. He couldn't keep the praises bubbling from his lips.
He could feel you slow, your thighs trembling in exhaustion. And Jungkook felt an urgency for release itching like ants beneath his skin.
He tightened his grip and flipped you off him with your back on the bed. You cried out in shock, but he was back on you before you could even feel the loss. He plunged into you one smooth thrust sinking as smooth as a stone in water.
You moaned as you worked to roll your hips to meet his with each thrust. Jungkook grabbed your leg, placing it over his shoulder as if that's where it belonged this whole time as he continued at a heart-jolting pace.
He leaned down to kiss you, lapping his tongue into your open mouth and mixing the taste of both of you on your tongue.
You felt yourself inching up the bed and pressed an arm against the headboard for leverage. A familiar heat started to curl in your core, and you cried out his name unable to think of anything else. All you knew was this man and the pleasure he was driving into you.
"Can you come like this?" He panted watching you.
You looked up at him stunned to see him trembling above you like a pot on the brink of boiling over. Sweat slick locks clung to his face as his expression scrunched up in pleasure.
He called your name again making you blink and refocus on him, you smiled a little dazed and he cursed under his breath before he demanded almost desperate "can you come like this?"
You think you could if you let yourself. And it would be the same mind-blowing, tear inducing orgasm he gave you last time. Even now he was pile driving pleasure into you with each hard thrust making your mind go deliciously blank.
"I want to watch you come," you replied. And it was true, you desperately wanted to see the way this man unraveled more than you wanted to feel yourself get off. He already got to see you come undone twice, you wanted your turn.
"Give me one more sweetheart," Jungkook begged reaching to where the two of you connected to rub his thumb sloppily against your clit.
"It's your turn to come for me sweetheart," you pushed back before leaning up to kiss his neck, and rub your hands down anywhere you could reach.
You bent your head to lav your tongue against his nipple. Making him curse as his hips began to stutter.
You ran your nails down his back clenching yourself around him so tightly that he groaned. His hand continued to rub furiously against your clit as if you both in a mad race to see who could get whom off first.
You snaked a hand between your hot bodies. Pushing past his own to cradle his balls. "Oh fuck, oh fuck" he shouted as you gripped them just hair too tight for comfort and rolled them in your hand.
The pleasure became too much for him. Jungkook's expression split into beautiful agony before he tucked his head into your neck trying to ground himself. You smiled in satisfaction as he grabbed you by both shoulders for leverage grinding into you as he chased his climax.
You were moaning. He was gasping. His skin was sliding against yours, sweaty. You wrapped your free leg around his waist pinning his hips deeper into you and his thrust became frantic.
"Let go for me, please." You whispered, raking your nails down his spine.
And you felt powerful bringing this man to his literal and proverbial knees as his groans got louder, and every muscle in him tensed and locked, his back like a marble slab. He was moaning your name like a chant as he approached the edge. And then with a sharp gasp he fell silent, holding his breath as he tumbled over.
Jungkook bit down on your collar bone like you were his only anchor in the world.
You felt his cock throbbing as his pumped his release inside you, and you wrapped you legs and arms around him like a koala pinning him to you as you grounded your hips in sensuous circles, helping him ride out his pleasure. The grunts that left him came from somewhere so deep inside him that he might not even know. You held him until his hips slowed to a few involuntary thrust, then held him tighter as he sighed and went limp on top of you, rubbing soothing circles into his back as he caught his breath.
"That was-" he started with a huff
A/N: sooo if you follow me on AO3 or Wattpad you probably already read this because I wrote it over a year ago… and I literally never pressed post on draft before I deleted the tumblr app off my phone and it’s been sitting in my drafts this whole time oops
ANYWAYS this is not the end of NHL this was honestly the halfway point in my outline. But I took a break from writing because I’m a mom now! Surprise! And also because writing is hard and a hobby and I don’t do it when it’s not fun for me.
Idk if I’ll ever finish this fic but if I don’t by the end of the year I’ll probably post my outline so you know how I wanted it to end… for like closure?
