"What are you doing?"

You'd really love to say that your voice is strong, clear and precise when you speak, and that your resistance is legitimate and genuine.

You'd like to say that your hands are strong and steady as they push the man against you out of reach.

But none of those things would be true.

As Jeon Jungkook uses the handy cleaning tool of his tongue to decimate the chocolate on the sensitive skin of your neck, all you can do is close your hands into a fist and strain back against the wall, unable to think or move.

His mouth is so hot against you that it feels like your skin is seconds away from melting right off of you. Every mashing press of the lip, every sly slip of the tongue is only adding more gasoline to the raging fire of your body.

He has this magical power over you; every time he's near you with less-than admirable intentions, you turn into a sitting duck waiting to be shot by his amorous advances.

Like now.

Jungkook's mouth is slowly working it's way up your neck, his tongue striking hot slashes through the cool chocolate plastered to your skin.

It's an odd mix of contrasts; cold chocolate against warm lips, unyielding metal against soft skin.

Cold and hot and hard and soft and pressure and heat and madness.

You hate this man, but you really don't, because he's brave and strong and broken, and his hand that's now grasping the curve of your hip is protective and provocative at the same time.

Or, possessive is more like it.

Vaguely, in the very back corner of your brain where your mind is still functioning, you wonder what he's got to be possessive over.

You two don't know each other, not really.

He doesn't know you.

But the though flees your mind when the man at your neck nips you lightly.

The room is totally silent save for the combined  huffs of your heavy breathing with his. Every single touch is like a live wire pressed to your skin.

Every now and then Jungkook trades off the heavy kisses for a light skimming of his teeth, just barely scraping them across the sensitive skin of your neck, sending lightening strikes wheeling through your veins.

He doesn't acknowledge that you spoke at all a moment ago, continuing his slow, sensual ascent up the column of your neck, alternating between sucking open-mouthed kisses and long, leisurely drags of his tongue.

He's obviously determined to get every single inch of chocolate off of you alone and without helped.

Your hands hover uselessly at your side until Jungkook takes over for you.

The hand on the wall beside your hip slides up to where your own hand hangs, wrapping hotly around your wrist. Jungkook guides your hand toward him, onto him, tracing your hand around his back to embrace him.

He lets go, but you keep going.

Up and around his back, skimming over where the sharp angle of his shoulder blades juts out, over where the broad length of his shoulders slope downward as he hunches over you for better access to your skin. You can't help but to let your hands press to be warmth of him, holding on like a lifeline as he knocks every bit of sense out of you.

You press against his shoulder, and he winces, but refuses to pull away from you.

He's up to your jaw now.

Ever so gently, his hand raises up to the side of your face, swallowing your cheek in his big hand. He sucks along your jaw, tracing his way toward the lobe of your ear.

Pausing there, it's like he can't resist to bite a little roughly at the lobe, sucking it into his mouth.

For the first time, he speaks.

"You know, Y/N," he says in a voice gone deep and raspy. "-you're already a beautiful girl. But I could make you even prettier."

Huh?

"What?" you breathe. That's the only word you can get out, because he's talking with his lips still pressed to your skin, so each word is a new butterfly brush of his lips.

Jungkook wanders down to the space below your ear and sucks harshly there. "I already know what I'd do, princess. I already know what I'd want."

It hits you then, what he's implying.

Holy heck, if this boy thinks he can tattoo his willy nilly freakin way around your body however the heck he wants to, then he's got another thing coming.

Even though the thought sends a shot of irritation through you, you can't resist the obvious question. "What would you want?"

He grins wickedly and drags your earlobe between his teeth. The hand on your hip abandons it's position and starts wandering, creeping across your stomach.

He stops with his palm flattened on your lower belly, fingers splayed over your belly button. "I think I'd start out with a piercing right here. Just a little one, barely noticeable except for the people who know it's there."

The way his eyes gleam tells you that he would be one of the few people that knew.

Jungkook's hand moves up, to cup your ribs. "Even though it's would hurt, you'd need something here, too. Something delicate." He smirks. "Like a unicorn."

Leveling him a look, you answer, "Jin will be asking you to bloody up his carpet before I'd get a unicorn tattooed on me, Jeon."

Yore relived that you've obviously gained back some logical thought, even though you admit that it's highly dumbed down with Jungkook's hands running all over you.

But that's okay. Baby steps.

As if he's reading your thoughts, Jungkook starts up the kisses again, letting his lips graze your cheek one.

Your heart pounds with the realization that's he's inching closer and closer to his final target; your lips.

Jungkook pecks the end of your nose with a flourish, tapping a finger on the side. "Piercing here. A little diamond stud."

"Cliche," you mumble.

He shakes his head, black hair falling into black eyes. "Classic. It's popular because it looks good, Y/N. And on you? It'd look delicious."

He purrs the word in a way that sends hot shivers through you.

His lips slip down your cheek bone, lingering at the corner of your mouth.

Heart pounding, you go completely still when his lips hover over yours, only a breath away from brushing. He breathes, and you feel it in every inch of your soul.

"Maybe here," he says lowly, black gaze trained on your mouth with glazed abandon. "A little ring. Just to match."

That, of course, draws your eyes to the black rings encasing either side of his full lower lip.

"What next?" you whisper in half-hearted mockery. "You want your name tattooed across my forehead?"

Though you speak, neither of you can seem to tear your eyes away from the other's mouth, watching the way that the lips move and curve to form words.

Jungkook quirks his pierced lips up in a tiny smirk. "I think you've already got that one down."

And his hand is at your thigh, on top of that place on your skin where his design is printed onto you. His name. His mark.

Jungkook exhales roughly and starts to let his mouth drift toward yours.

But, as much as you want to few how the curve of his mouth is going to fit against yours, and how his piercings will feel against you, you force yourself to whisper, "Wait."

Although the doesn't back up at all or give you any space, Jungkook pauses, so close to you that you'd have to cross your eyes to look at him. His nose brushes yours.

"Why?" he mumbles in a growl. "Why wait? You know it's going to happen, either now or later."

You know that, you really do.

But you've never done this before.

This is marking off so many firsts for you. The first time a man has touched you, kissed you, held you. The first time you've been this close to anyone.

The first time you've felt this way.

And, if all of these things are your firsts, you really want he big one - that magical first kiss on the lips - to be special. You know that you've been practically making out, but kisses on the lips...they're something special. Something secret. Something mystical and mysterious, the answer to all true love and every fairytale curse.

You want that to be with a person you know and love and trust.

As much as you've experienced with Jungkook so far, you don't really know him, you definitely don't love him, and you can't say that you 100% trust him.

Where does that leave you?

Teetering on the edge of giving in to his kiss, but obstinate enough to push out that dang word from your throat. Scolding yourself at the same time that you're congratulating heart for being true.

Saying "wait" instead of falling into him.

Gently, as not to harm the wound on his shoulder that keeps slipping your mind, you push Jungkook away from you. He goes, watching with mystified eyes.

"I've never done this before," you say quietly, seriously. "This is my first time, and I want to do it right. With someone I know. I don't really know you, Jungkook."

As soon as you say it, your body relaxes, a weight off of your shoulders as you know with some kind of intuition that those were the right words.

Jungkook absorbs your statement with a blank face, considering and mulling over the words.

After a while of waiting with bathed breath, he shrugs casually. "Okay."

You blink. "Okay?"

"Yeah. Okay." He turns, facing away from your struck expression.

So that's it?

He's not going to try to get to know you, or work toward winning you over?

Just 'okay'?

But then, Jungkook's dragging two chairs over from the kitchen table, pulling them into the center of the room to face one another.

Frowning, you inquire, "What are you doing?"

Jungkook smiles a soft kind of smile, one that makes his eyes crinkle and his lips stretch thinly.

Sweet, gentle and kind, it's that kind of smile that makes you think for a split second that maybe you really do trust him.

He takes your hand and leads you to the chairs, sitting you in one while he takes a seat in the other.

"Alright, princess," he says. "Here's to getting to know you. Ready. Set. Go."

[A/N]
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I'm tired :(
But I also love y'all
And unicorn tattoos are awesome, just so you know.
❤️