I climb onto him and lie down, and he drops his phone right away. He holds me and plants a kiss on my forehead, and he tangles his fingers in my hair while I cannot help running my fingers over his tattoos. "Your body feels so good."

"How can it?" I raise my head up to look at him. "Am I not causing any pain?"

"You're not," he plays with my hair, staring into my eyes. "It's the opposite. You're warm, and I love to feel you against me."

"I love it too, so I can stay like that as much as you want. I'm totally fine with it," I smile and find it hard not to touch his bare torso. "It would be a little better without those shorts you're wearing, but it's fine."

"You really have a problem with my shorts," I cannot help mentioning, wondering what is this sudden fixation. "I do. For some reason, you're much better without them."

"Sure, and after that, you'll tell me that my underwear is better off of me too, uh?" I anticipate his upcoming arguments to get me to take more clothes off, and he scoffs but shakes his head. "Absolutely not. Why the hell would I even say that?"

"Oh, I don't know. I assumed the worst, I guess," I shrug, playing along and acting innocent too. "Yes, I'm not like that at all," he claims but pulls my oversized t-shirt up to my waist and grabs my shorts. "How could you even low-key imply that I'm nothing but a pervert?" he pushes my shorts down to undress me, and with no opposition, I move my body up and tilt my hips up to let him go on. "I was very wrong, I'm sorry."

"A sorry isn't enough to be forgiven, baby," he manages to get my shorts off and drops them on the floor, but he does not allow me to control my body the way I want to, he immediately forces my hips down to his crotch. "What do I have to do then?"

"Well, considering the fact that you also had to be forgiven earlier, I'll make it very hard for you and let you find out yourself," he brings it back to use it as a pretext to worsen the punishment, and with no doubt, I get what he wants. I want to test him though. I want to know if I can frustrate him or not.

"Jungkook, please," I subtly thrust my hips and nuzzle his nose, feeling excited by his behavior, and the way he asks for it. "I just want to be forgiven, so tell me what to do."

He smirks and refuses to help. "That's what you get for not being good," he lowers the sound of his voice, which makes it deeper, and he heavily crushes my thighs. "But...I'll do whatever you order me to do. Isn't that better?" I toy with his chain, the heat of my body increasing.

He does not respond but slides his hands under the sides of my underwear and makes his way up to touch every inch of my burning skin. "You wanna show me how much of a good girl you can be for me?"

His excitement is showing more obviously as he seems to be letting go.

"Yes, just for you," I pick the right words to get my way, and he smiles and drops his attention to my lips. "You cannot be obedient to anyone else but me, hm?"

I nod to agree, my heartbeat getting hard and quick. "I'm yours, and you're the only one that can do whatever you want with me," I rub myself against his crotch our noses bumping into one another every time I slightly push forward. "Anything I want?" he bites his lips and grabs my hips to control their movement. "Yes. Like earlier in the shower. I love when you use my body."

His breathing becoming heavier, he squeezes my hips as I am grinding onto him and gives a thrust. "Repeat that for me, baby."

"I love when you use my body. When you're rough..." I speak against his parted lips and watch them curve up. "I was gentle, baby...I'm much rougher during sex."

He knows how to get me eager.

"Are you?" I clutch the sheets as the grinding against his crotch is arousing me the more I can feel him get hard between my thighs. "Yeah, I could make you cry my name if I want to. Have you seen the state you're in when I just finger you?" he boosts his ego with some truth, and for the first time, I do not feel embarrassed to admit it. "I'm very sensitive to your touch, or what you say to me, and thinking about you doing some things to me is enough to affect me." 

"Oh, so you think about that type of stuff?" he smiles and brings my focus down to his lips again. "Don't you do it too? You once told me you jerk off to me, so you're not any better."

"Yeah...but you can tell I'm not innocent, so is that even surprising?" he does not deny it but hands me an opportunity without even knowing. "Do you really think about me when doing that?"

"I do. I love sex, but I crave it more than I should, so I can assure you that jerking off to you isn't satisfying at all anymore. I need more than just my imagination and hand," he indirectly proves me that I am not the only one who wants it. "Is it wrong if I tell you that I think about it all the time?"

He bites his lips and conceals a smirk behind his teeth, my heart pounding and reverberating everywhere in my body, even though I stopped grinding onto him. "No, and I hope it will stay that way, otherwise, you won't be able to keep up with me."

"What does that mean?" I let my curiosity win for this one, loving what I am hearing. "You'll understand pretty quickly," he runs his hands up my sides without caring about my t-shirt that he keeps moving up. "Now, I want you to do something for me."

"Hm. Tell me," I listen, carefully, impatient to hear what he has to say. "I want you to close your eyes and not open them unless I say so."

I shut my eyes without questioning, and my heart flutters once I hear a 'Good girl' from him. "I'm gonna cover your eyes now, okay?" he makes sure I am comfortable with it, and I agree. "Perfect," he moves and seems to open a drawer as I am staying still, and a few seconds later, I feel him put a silk fabric on my eyes. He closes it behind my head with gentleness, and I already feel disturbed by the lack of one of my senses.

"Are you already wet?" he asks, and I shamefullly lower my chin and nod. Softly, he chuckles but holds me by the waist. "Spread your legs a little more and rub yourself against my cock," he orders me to do, and I obey without a second thought. I thrust my hips like I did a few minutes ago, but now that his hard-on is forcing against his sweatpants, I feel much more turned on by it. "Come closer to me."

I lean in to feel his breathing against my skin, not slowing down or going more softly. "Just like that, you're doing so good, baby," he praises me and kisses me, and we do not pull apart. Our lips remain together, and his tongue slides into my mouth pretty quick to deepen this enticing kiss. "Don't stop without my permission," he whispers without breaking the kiss anymore, and the feeling of his fingertips brushing past my waist gets my back to arch, and a heavy sigh to escape my mouth to enter his.

Willing to feel him up, I lay one hand over his torso and glide it up to his chest. His head moving forth to ask for more, his hand grabs my hair, and he pulls on it and drags his warm lips down to my throat. He licks and nibbles on my skin, the wetness between my thighs worsening, I grind harder on his erection to feel it spread my lips in my underwear, and I uncontrollably whimper.

As if my weakness triggered another reaction, he holds me and rolls over the bed to top me, and I open my legs wide. "That's right, baby," he strokes my inner thigh and gets me to clench. "Be a good little pet," he smiles against my lips as he put the same expression onto my face, and we both kiss again, but briefly. "Stay still," he goes away, the warmth of his body leaving my skin. I do as told, despite what I wanted to try with him, and I wait.

I am fighting against my inner self so hard to not be curious.

Without understanding why, his hands grip my calves, and I get wrenched to another side of the bed which seems to be the edge, and he takes my underwear off, then spreads my legs as much as they can be. "Keep your legs like that."

"What are doing?" I lose against one of my flaws, wondering what is going on. "You'll see," he makes some noise with what sounds like a bottle he opened, and once I hear a product being squeezed out, my thoughts are confirmed. He does not say anything as I can hear some wet sounds, and I desperately wrap my legs around him but figure out he is naked. "Please..."

"Please what?" he does not stop what he was doing, moving one arm and exposing the fact he is touching himself. "Put your legs back the way I want them to be."

I obey, with frustration, and I do not move anymore but listen to every little noise that could help me picture what he is doing.

His breathing seems more shallow, and the wet sounds are still going, maybe even at a faster pace. "Are you that desperate for me, baby?"

"Yes," I do not lie, not feeling the need to. "Aw really? And what are you so desperate for?"

"I want...I want to feel you inside me..." I stutter out of excitement, my mouth going faster than my mind. "Inside you? Is that why you're leaking so bad?"

I cannot answer but struggle to breathe, hating the way my body exposes me.

He does not hold his breathy laughter in but lets it out of his nose. "Can you feel that?" he presses something hard, warm, and wet against my core, and I instantly clench, aware of what it is. "Y—Yeah."

"Is that what you want?" he bends over me and covers my skin with the radiating heat of his, and he taps his heavy cock against my dripping lips. "Yes..." I moan at the feeling it spread through me, and I clutch my t-shirt at my chest, not knowing what to do with my body anymore.

He reveals more of my stomach but sticks one hand inside of my last clothing and grazes my nipple with his thumb, and my lungs tighten in an instant.

I did not expect his touch to have such an even stronger impact on me with a blindfold on.

"Does that feel good?" he asks what he already knows the answer to and thrusts his hips to rub his cock up and down between the lips, and I give it to him. "Yes, keep going, please," I close my legs against his sides, his finger teasing that one same spot. I gasp for air, no matter how soft his actions still are, and he cups my breast but passes the tip of his tongue over my hardened nipple, which makes me whine.

Understanding this is a weak spot, he flicks his tongue over it and fills my body up with incredible pleasure while simultaneously thrusting his hips, and I touch him, grip his arm, and ask for more. Doing this the perfect way to turn my body into a feeble mess, he uses his whole mouth and sucks on it, pulls away, draws some circles around it with his tongue, and does it all over again to repeat this same wonderful actions.

He stops after a moment that felt too short, and he takes my blindfold off. I take a few seconds to adjust to it, despite the lack of light, and we both make eye contact. His naked body hovering over mine, his small chain dangling, and his messy hair driving me crazy, he stares deep into my eyes. "Do you want it too?" he tenderly slides his hand down my stomach.

I nod without thinking twice, and a smile appears on his pretty face. "Are you sure? Are you really ready?"

"Yes, I've been waiting for so long..." I tell him the truth, and he maintains his body over mine. He leans in for a loving kiss, and barely retreats. "I want you to be very sure and not regret it, so you know I won't be upset or anything if you tell me you'd rather wait, right?"

"I know," I trust him and wrap my arms around his waist, and he genuinely expresses some delight while gazing deep into my eyes. "You'll tell me if it hurts or if you want me to stop, hm?" he nuzzles my nose, my heart racing with anticipation. "I will. I promise."

H smiles, and I keep my hands on his body to never stop touching him up. His lips join mine, softly leaving some pecks, and we both end up kissing, passionately.

His hips not staying still, he thrusts them to turn us on to a greater level, and I do the same to heighten the hard frictions. Then, after a few seconds, he takes his lips away from mine to mark his way down, pressing them against my jawline, my neck, and collarbone. My breathing becoming insanely deep and making me question whether I am truly breathing like I should, he runs the tip of his nose up my neck, and I feel him push the head of his cock against my entrance.

My heart skips a beat, and he forces inside, breathing hard against my neck and making my entire body shake. "I want to feel you come inside me..." I say, no matter how wrong this is. "Don't tempt me, I can't do that, baby," he snaps me out of it, and I shut up to not speak nonsense again.

"I'll make you feel good without coming inside you," he presses one kiss on my ear, and he grabs his cock to penetrate me with it, and my voice quivers out of my mouth. "You're nervous, aren't you?" he exhales in my ear, and I nod. "It stings."

"Look at me," he faces me, and I open my eyes to gaze at him. "I'm gonna have to stretch you out a bit, but it's gonna feel very good, baby. Okay?" he speaks in an undertone near my lips, reassuring me and trying to relax me. "We can change position if you want, I'll do whatever makes you feel more comfortable."

"I love when you're behind me...I don't know why," I reveal, and a corner of his lips turn up. "Let's do it that way then," he wraps one arm around my waist and makes me put my head back on the pillow, but I lie down on my side to make him understand this is the position I want to be in, and he goes right behind me.

I slightly turn towards him to see his face, and he sticks one hand under my leg to hold it up, and his tall height permits him to lean forward. "Like that?" He brushes his hand down my inner thigh, and I nod. "Yes..."

He locks lips with me for a peck and fixes his eyes on mine, and his fingers slides over my labia. Without ever breaking our intense and meaningful eye contact, he pushes my leg back and rubs my clitoris, and my lips part. "Put it inside, please..." I beg for it and press and move my butt against his cock, but he takes his hand off my wet skin and sticks two fingers inside his mouth.

He peeks down between my thighs while covering his skin with saliva, and once he pulls them out, he shoves them inside me and puts his attention back on my face. A moan leaves my mouth, and I grip the sheets. My eyes close, and I thrust my hips to feel his fingers go deeper, and after only a few seconds, he adds another one and gets my legs to close for a bit.

My head falls to the side, and he speeds up the pace, slapping his hand into my skin and hitting that one spot that sends multiple waves of pleasure through my body. "You're leaking on my fingers," he whispers in my ear and slows down, and with his other arm under my head, he holds my hand. "I want more than your fingers..."

He pulls them out of me, so I glance down with my sleepy eyes, and I see him grab his hard cock. He teases me by not going in but only forcing the throbbing tip against the hole. "You're such a needy girl," he smiles and presses a kiss on my shoulder, and I tilt my body to the side and push my hips back. "Please, Jungkook...I can't take it anymore."

"You can't take it anymore?" he repeats my words in a ridiculous voice full of fake sympathy. "Does that feel way too good for my sensitive pet?" he rubs it in a circular motion between the lips, getting my breathing to deepen and shake into my lungs. "Yeah..." I whine and attempt to take him inside by moving my hips, but fail. He sneers into my ear and finally pushes it in. "More..." I stick my body to his and crush his hand into mine, and he cups my hips, slides deeper inside of me, and kisses me behind my ear.

He pushes his cock back and forth and puts his hand under my leg to keep it up, pulling them apart and amping up the sexual response. "Jungkook..." I submissively moan his name, loving how this feels to have him inside me, to feel complete, and feel like my body entirely belong to him. He goes a little faster. "Y/n..." he copies me in a mocking way and grins against my ear, and he leaves a kiss on it. I listen to the sound of his unsteady breathing and open my eyes to look at him, and he glances down at my lips.

"You make me feel so fucking good," his thrusts become more quick, his cock rubbing against my tight walls. He kisses my lips and lowers his hand to my clitoris, and he rubs it. I lose control of myself in a matter of short seconds, and I struggle to keep my leg up. Hyperventilating, I hear my own voice escape me, his fingers applying the right pressure and going in a perfect motion while his cock is crashing into a weak spot. I feel the tingles between my thighs, my legs go numb, and I burry my face in the pillow to let my voice out while feeling the orgasm take over me.

My body moving without me knowing, Jungkook leans forward to not leave any space between our bodies, and he quickly flicks his fingers on my clitoris and rams his cock inside to make me reach the orgasm sooner. "Come for me, baby."

My body gives out, and the pleasure overwhelms me, shutting my brain off for a moment to hold the reins of everything inside of me, and I loudly whimper through my heavy panting.

Letting the strong sensations wear me out, I drop my leg down but bend it up to still let him have full access, and he takes his hand away to not cause me any pain but keeps thrusting. He does not stay in the same position but goes on top of me, and he lowers his body to have it against the back of mine, but I feel him go even deeper, which hurts but feels so good at the same time.

"I'm gonna come too, baby," he pants in my ear and sticks his hand in my top to cup my breast. His lips parting against my shoulder, he groans and manages to give me more butterflies. "Turn around."

I do as told but feel his cock go out, and as soon as I am on my back, he bends over me, shoves it right back inside, and kisses my lips. He drops one arm on my pillow to tangle his fingers in my hair while French kissing me, and grabs my throat with his other hand, getting me to encircle his waist with my trembling legs. "Am I hurting you?" he rasps against my lips, and I tell half of a lie by shaking my head.

My eyes not opening, I feel him shove his whole length in and out of me on repeat, his heavy breathing mingling with mine. "I'm gonna go harder before pulling out, can you take it for a little more?"

"Just for you..." I faintly nod but feel weird, a new thrill rushing through me, mostly between my thighs as if I was about to climax again in a short matter of time. "Just for me?" he smiles but tightens his grip onto my windpipe. "I'm already so addicted to you..." he exhales and suddenly becomes rough. He pounds into me, and I find myself getting some strong throbbing between my thighs and inside of me again. "That feeling is so good...Fuck—" he moans and takes his hand off to crush my butt instead, and I enjoy the second but more intense orgasm, and I let my body go.

His sweaty body weighing mine down as it feels like I am getting mating pressed, our shared pleasure vocally leaves our chest at the same time, and my back arches when I feel him rail me and not realize how hard he is going anymore.

We both frantically gasp for air, and my entire body, which is getting used like a doll in his arms, goes numb, tenses up, and the tingles reach my toes. My breathing hitches, and my limbs convulse right when I come. His name runs out of my mouth in a loud whimper, the orgasm lasting way much longer than it ever did before, I become light-headed, and the shivers creep up on my body.

The heavy weight in my lower abdomen fades away in an instant, and a rush of blood to my head nearly makes me faint, but a low moan leaves his throat to weaken me twice more, and he pulls out.

He pushes himself up and jerks off, looks up into my eyes, but his shiny ones close, his swollen lips part, and he lurches forth and shoots his cum over my stomach. Not one, but a few pretty and passionate moans slip away from his mouth, and he jerks the tip of his cock between my spread lips to cover it all with the thick liquid and stimulate himself too.

Finally, I catch my breath and contemplate him, orgasming, jerking off right between my thighs, and coming right on me.

He is so beautiful, so much more attractive like that.

His body spasms, and he raises his eyes up to mine. Both remaining silent, he dives in for a kiss full of love, and we calm down, ending this special moment with softness.

"I need to clean the mess I made," he smiles and breaks the kiss to reach out for some wet wipes on the bedside table, and I silently look at him. He moves back and wipes his cum off my stomach, then between my thighs, more gently than I would even have done it.

"I feel like I'm gonna pass out..." I warn him, not feeling so good after the rush of adrenaline and excitement now that I am conscious enough. "Really pass out?"

"Yes," I affirm, fearing to lose consciousness. He checks up on me and drops the wet wipes, and he gets on his knees to hold my legs up. "Breathe deeply and drink some water. It's okay, I'm here."

I grab the bottle of flavored water that he always leaves on the bedside table for me and make quick to take a sip. "You kept hyperventilating, and you squirted, so calm down," he caresses my calves to help me to not panic, and I swallow some more water to moisten my dry throat before putting the bottle back down. "I what...?"

"You squirted. Didn't you feel it?" he tells me, and my dizziness momentarily vanishes. I move my legs to check the sheets, and at the sight of the wet spot, the embarrassment burns my face up. "I..."

"You better not feel ashamed or shy about it, I'm glad to know I made you feel that good," he reassures me right away, knowing me better than I expected. "Are you feeling better?"

"Yes...better," I breathe in and out more properly, and he spreads my legs to comes back over me. He pecks my lips and smiles at me, and I return the same emotion I can read through his sparkling eyes. "I feel so sleepy now," I speak in a quieter voice, and he scoffs. "I do too, don't worry. We're gonna have a really good night."

My lips curve up, my flushed cheeks remaining hot. We stare into one another's eyes, and the more my heartbeat slows down, the more my emotions are resurfacing more intensely.

"Does your chest hurt?" I lay my hand over it, delicately. "It doesn't. I took the medication, so don't worry."

"I'm relieved," I rub my thumb over his hot skin, his heart beating against it. I stare into his eyes as deeply as he does, and my body relaxes to the full.

I lift my head up to kiss his lips, and when I look back at him, my throat tightens. "I love you..." I graze my fingers over his thin waist, and a smile curves his lips up. "Say it again..." he murmurs, his soul merging into mine. "I love you."

He breathes out and draws his face closer to mine to poke my nose with his. "I love you too," he tilts his head and kisses me. "I love you so much."

My chest rises higher as my lungs inflated more, and without understanding myself, I tear up. I hurry to turn my head and cover my face. "Why the hell am I crying?"

"Aw, baby," he puts his arms around my body and presses his lips on my cheek. "It's okay. Come here," he takes us to the other side of the bed and holds me tight. "You're emotional because it's your first time, hm?" he brushes his fingers past my cheek and pats my head, and I hide my face in his chest. "I don't know. I never cried and felt good like that at the same time."

He plants a kiss on the crown of my head and caresses my back. "Look at me," he whispers, and I raise my teary eyes up. He smiles and holds the side of my face to rub my wet cheek. "You deserve the world."

"You're gonna make me cry even more," I wipe my tears away, and he laughs, softly. "Alright, I'll shut up. Go to the bathroom while I'm changing the sheets, and we'll take a shower together."

"I don't really need to pee though," I lie down on my back to put my top properly, and he sits up. "But you should do it after we have sex, it's to prevent an infection, baby," he goes out of the bed with no problem, his legs not wobbling as I can barely feel mine. "Hm..."

I consume the last crumbs of strength I have to leave the bed, and I stand up but strive to exert force and not collapse.

"Can you walk?" he watches my moves, and I look at him. "Yeah," I smile and make my way to the bathroom.