a/n: spicy chapter. indicated with a '❆'. pls skip if u don't wanna go to hell and/or are too young for spicy topics, or if you simply don't like them.

soundtrack 
here with me - elina
9 - willow, sza
control - sabrina claudio

Annie

Days on trial: 73

Stepping out of the elevator, with his overcoat draped over my shoulders, I let Jungkook guide me by the small of my back. We were both unusually quiet, not in an uncomfortable manner, but in a way that was entirely contented.

There was a click as he slid his key card into the port of the handle and pulled it back out again, pressing down on the handle. Pushing it open, he ushered me inside first, and I couldn't help but giggle at his chivalrous nature, casting my eyes back to him as I entered the room.

We could have been staying anywhere, a tent up a mountain, or a five-star penthouse in NYC, but he still would have been my focus. I'd stopped caring for art so much, on account of the artist that I would have rather spent all day looking at instead.

Placing my bouquet of flowers into the empty vase that had been pre-filled with water, presumably by Jungkook when he'd checked in earlier during the afternoon, I couldn't help but be touched by his attention to detail. Shuffling in behind me, he lifted his jacket from my shoulders, tossing it over a chair that stood proudly at the end of the small entrance corridor of the room.

The heels of my boots clicked against the white marble lined the floors, as Jungkook tapped a switch, illuminating a dropped ceiling-box feature light. The tiles continued up the walls, a pale grey vein of minerals swirling throughout the stone in the most glorious fashion. The furniture was minimal, a large statement bed taking most of the floor space, flushed to the ground, overlooking the balcony.

I noticed a small leather duffle bag by the foot of the bed, which I recognised from his mezzanine, and a bundle of small brown boxes.

"Wow," was all that I could muster as Jungkook walked a little further ahead to turn on the balcony lights. A strip of LED's illuminated the infinity pool, which sat level with the floor of our room, through wall-length glass doors and windows that spanned the entire wall.

Though night had been setting in for the duration of our walk, the bridge lights still brightened the harbour magnificently. I'd never seen a horizon more dreamy.

"It's really quite something, huh?" he smiled, turning to face me, teeth on full show, encouraged by my captivated pout. I walked to meet him, letting him draw me closer as he draped his arm around my shoulders, squeezing tightly.

"What's in the boxes?" I mused after a moment or so of drinking in the view with him.

"Ah," he grinned, tossing off his boots and sitting down cross-legged on the bed. There was a juxtaposition to his being; child-like wonder in the body of the most handsome man I'd ever laid eyes upon. Ripping into one of the boxes without much care, he tilted his head, beckoning me to join in.

Boots off, I mirrored him, crossing my legs as his nimble fingers dug into the box and pulled out a handful of thin white sticks. Tossing them down between us, he held one up and bent it slowly. An unmistakable crack of glass filled the room, the white stick beginning to glow misty blue light.

"Bucket list," I smiled, picking up one of the batons and doing the same thing he did. Pink light poured from its thin body. Jungkook reached over to the light switch by the bed, until it was just the pair of us encapsulated by a hazy lavender glow.

"Swim in a pool full of glowsticks," he nodded. It had been one of the more obscure objectives on his agenda, but the one that I had been the most intrigued by.

"I don't have a swimming costume with me," I said nonchalantly, continuing to crack the sticks into shape. My eyes glanced up to catch his reaction. There was no shock to it, not in the slightest. He'd anticipated this. Of course he had.

"Shame."

"Pervert."

He shrugged, tilting his head into his shoulder.

"You could go in fully clothed, for all I care, pretty baby," he continued to twiddle with benign sticks until they lit up. "But if you do, you'll be the one perving on me."

"You're the worst."

"You love it."

I stuttered on a laugh, biting down on my lip as I tapped the glow stick I was holding against his fingers.

Yeah.

Maybe I do.

By the time we'd cracked them all, there were easily 300 sticks in the pool, floating around like fireflies in the night sky. Darkness of the evening had fully settled in, midnight skies casting an almost sinful eclipse over our private pool. Jungkook had switched all the lights, off, climbing into the pool wearing just his tight black boxer briefs, leaving me to strip my skin of my clothes. 

My underwear was all black, not a set, but close enough to be able to pretend. It was simple but sexy; underwired satin shaped cups with velvety straps, and simple black barely-there panties.

He was looking out over the horizon, arms crossed over the poolside, back broad, as I perched myself on the side of the pool, ass on the grate that ran along the door ledge to stop water from cascading into the room.

Casting his head over his shoulder, a smile rose on his contemplative expression. Pushing off the back wall, he glided towards me, his hands sliding from my knees up to the top of my thighs, until they rested on my hips. Effortlessly, he lifted me without a word, pulling me into the water with him.

It was toasty warm, almost heated enough to be considered a hot tub, protecting us from the cold of the winter air.

My palm rested on his cheek, and he nestled into it, closing his eyes. I'd never seen him look more serene, the moonlight casting down onto his honey skin. 

As if he was stood beneath a stained glass window during the peak of midday sun, light from the luminescent batons glowed upwards, painting him in greens and pinks, blues and yellows.

The flat tip of his nose was highlighted by a frosty blue light, his dewy lips by an orange glow, and his strong jaw by the pearly moon. He was absolutely breathtaking.

As he slowly opened his enigmatic eyes, I had to stifle a gasp. Typically a deep, rich black, I was used to seeing stars in them, but never like this. He had dynamite in his eyes, and it was exploding with every blink of his gaze on mine. Like fireworks, colour scattered across his glossy irises.

Turning his face ever so slightly, he pressed a kiss into my palm, and then returned his focus on me.

His gaze was tentative, yet predatory; ravenous, but still waiting for someone else to take the first bite.

So I did.

The water made it effortless for me to draw him closer, steam billowing around us thanks to the frosty winter temperature of the invigorating sea air.

We'd memorised each other's bodies like road maps, driving our hands in whichever direction would take us home; though when I considered the fact that he was my home, my hands really could have roamed anywhere. I'd never reach a dead end. Not with him.

Guiding us towards the spot I had drawn him from, Jungkook trapped my body in place as he dappled kisses along my jaw.

Back against the edge of the infinity pool, I didn't care for any of the views that most people paid an arm and a leg for. All that I could see was him.

Our shallow breaths accompanied the gentle lapping of the water against our skin, noises of evening traffic and city chaos still bustling beneath us. Three and a half million people surrounded us in highrises, on the streets and in the taxi cabs that honked on by, but it felt like we were the last remaining people on the planet when he held me like that.

I wanted that feeling forever.

Sex had always been something that had naturally put smiles on our faces, laughter shaking our bodies as we got lost in each other - but this was different. The heady atmosphere between us made me feel like I was yearning for the man who was right in front of me. It wasn't a 'want' anymore, it was a need.

I needed him.

And I needed him to know that I needed him.

❆

He trailed his thumb from lips to my chest, lingering only for a few seconds before continuing downwards. His eyes drank me in, lips parted, as if he were in a state of shock; as if he couldn't believe that this was his reality.

Cupping his hand over my underwear, the combination of the water pressure and his strong hands had me gasping instantly. Rubbing against me slowly, his lips latched onto my neck, his tongue flicking against the expanse of my throat that he knew drove me wild.

Letting his index finger stray, he pressed into the spot he'd memorised to be my entrance. The satin barrier had me wanting him to rip my underwear off - but I knew he wouldn't. He was moving with purpose, languid and deliberate. Sliding his finger beneath the fabric, a moan tumbled from lips.

"Take it off," he mumbled, kissing against the strap of my bra. 

Arching slightly, my hands found the clasp as he pushed his finger into me, thrusting effortlessly thanks to not just the water, but the fact that I wanted him so badly. As I pulled my bra away, I was infatuated with the knowledge that it was his finger deep inside of me keeping me above water.

Pushing me further up and raising my chest to water level, he latched onto one of my hardened nipples. Sucking against it, he slipped a second finger into me, motioning them in different directions, until he hooked his middle finger over the top of his index finger. His wrist flicked gently, coaxing moans from my mouth as his own lips continued his assault on my chest. Sucking and licking, I knew he'd be leaving marks for him to obsess over in the morning.

In a few swift movements, he'd swiped my underwear down my legs as I did the same for him.

His eyes bore into mine, strands of his long hair sticking to his wet forehead, as his large, flat hands encouraged my legs to wrap around his torso. Slowed by the water, our movements felt desirous, as if we didn't have each other in that very second, we'd simply die.

My ankles hooked over one another, encouraging his hips to press against me. Elevated slightly by him, he was lined up perfectly already. Easing himself upwards, he didn't take his eyes off mine for a second; he wanted to watch the lust in my eyes turn into pure, unadulterated love.

Only closing them as he pushed himself far enough to bottom out entirely, he let the pleasure of my body around him take hold, breath stuttering. When he opened his eyes, the lust was gone in his too. He looked at me as if I were the love of his life, and I half thought that I'd like to let myself believe that I was. 

One of his hand gripped the back of my neck protectively, giving him leverage to roll his hips up into me while controlling the movements of my body. His hips waved, muscles working in tandem to deliver devastatingly sensual blows.

His other hand gripped the back wall of the infinity pool, keeping us locked in place. The combination water pressure tightening my walls, and his thick cock seemingly not giving a fuck about how tight my pussy was, felt more intense than anything I had ever experienced before.

Back arching, my eyes closed as I let him fuck me how he pleased, giving myself up for him.

Pressing his pouty lips against mine to get my attention, he pulled away quickly, drawing my focus back to his eyes.

"That's it, pretty baby" he struggled to get a coherent sentence out. "Need to -ah, fuck- need'a see those eyes."

The hand on my neck moved round to my throat, his thumb coming up to brush my lips, pushing into my mouth. He melted into my tongue, using his leverage to keep my eyes angled just how he wanted them.

Water lapped around us tentatively, moving slowly, matching the motion of his hips thrusting into me.

"Aish, shit- I'm close," he whimpered into my neck tentatively. "Are you close?"

I nodded and mumbled an incoherent response, the build taking over my autonomy. I was at his complete disposal, and yet I'd never felt more liberated.

Pushing away from the ledge of the pool, he stayed inside of me as he drew us back to the double doors that opened up to our room. His lips peppered mine in kisses, and it felt like he was painting me in gold.

Hands on my waist, trailing down to my ass, he couldn't help but indulge in a tight squeeze, before he lifted me slowly off of him and onto the ledge of the pool. I expected him to join me, but instead, he spread my legs, hands running up and down my thighs as he stared at my exposed soaked pussy like a lion staking out its prey.

He dove in, tongue assaulting me mercilessly, lips sucking skillfully on my most sensitive spots. The base of my skull found itself thrown back so far that it was resting between my shoulder blades as I whimpered from his feverish contract. The cold of the night could half-frozen me to death, but the heat from his head buried between my legs was enough to keep the fire blazing through my veins.

"Taste so fucking good," he groaned against me, his words vibrating my clit. I was tensing, my orgasm getting dangerously close to spilling over.

"I need you," I mewled, tugging on his hair in a bid to encourage him up - but he just started licking against me even more rapidly. "Fuck, Koo."

His pace didn't slow, the movement of his tongue easing me into a familiar sensation, pussy clenching, orgasm teetering close to breaking point. He knew my body by this point, how it responded to him and my tells. Taking me right to the edge, he pulled away at the last second, panting, desperate for air as he'd stopped fucking breathing, too lost drowning in me.

Strong arms hoisting himself out of the pool, his wet hair dripped over my nearly dry torso as he rearranged us, pushing my back gently down against the marble floor, heated by the ondol system. 

Too desperate to fuck an orgasm out of me, he didn't even bother to drag me to the bed. Holding his stiff cock in one hand, he rubbed his crown up and down my folds, lips ajar, eyes obsessed with the sight of us. Pushing in, he let his body collapse on mine, hips driving into me with such force that I almost screamed from the sensation. His hand cradled the back of my head, preventing it from hitting the floor as he jerked himself into me, his lips crashing against mine.

He whimpered into my mouth, his build catching up with mine, muffled breaths lost in each other, cries of pleasure drowned by our lips.

"That's it, that's it," I gasped, as my leg wrapped around his back just above his ass, keeping his thrusts small and rapid as my body begged to be taken over the edge. "Fuck, you're so fuckin-ah," my back arched, unable to stop itself. Primal instincts were taking over, need him to fuck his release into me. "So fucking hot, Kook."

I felt his torso tense against me as he let out a laugh, almost as if he were in a delirious state of disbelief. "You're incredible."

My nails dug into his back, as his sloppy thrusts took me to the point of no return. I cried out as the sensation ran over my body, from the tips of my pointed toes right up to my fingers. It was overwhelming, the friction of his raw cock pumping into my contracting walls, desperate for him to fill me.

His head pushed back, defeated by the tightening of my muscles. "Fuh- Fuck, Annie," he pleaded, as I throbbed around him, until eventually he was spilling over too, shooting his hot cum into my pussy. The onslaught of our release was devastating, binding us together, his cock spurting the final release of his orgasm into me as his chest heaved on top of me.

His lips pressed against my neck, a laugh shaking his body, as I reciprocated, pure unadulterated happiness taking over the heady atmosphere that had weighed down on the pair of us.

We stayed like that for quite some time, neither one of us wanting to break the unification of our beings. He stayed lazily on top of me, his eyes closed as his hand reached out to find the door and slide it shut, protecting us from the cold air.

Eventually, long after our hearts had returned to a regular beating rate, and his hard cock had grown soft, we separated, cleaning ourselves up, only to finally find ourselves tangled in the sheets of the bed.

❆

Draped across his torso, I looked to the skyline illuminated in the moonlight, drawing circles on his forearm with my fingers. He tickled down my back in a way which made me feel more content than I'd ever known.

"I meant it, yanno," his voice pulled my attention away from the tranquil ocean. Head on his chest, I looked up to face him, questioning what he meant. "What I said earlier."

He was gazing at me in the way that he always did after sex, as if I were a fragile china teapot that would break if he didn't protect me with his whole entire being. I wondered if he could feel my heart rate increasing.

"I didn't mean to say it when I did," he continued, feeling the need to explain himself. "But I did mean it."

My lashes fluttered against his chest like the butterflies in my stomach. Pressing a kiss against his sternum, I knew exactly what he was saying. His heart pummeled against his chest like a beating drum, his vulnerability making him uncomfortable. His eyes told me everything I needed to know, wide and wanting.

"Say what?" I whispered, knowing that I had to coax it out of him.

He paused, getting a read on my expression, his fear of falling that had prevented him from flying taking a grip on the words that he wanted to speak.

And then, he just jumped, freefalling without a parachute.

"I love you, Annie."

There was no need for him to have ever worried, not really.

I'd have always caught him.

His eyes followed the trajectory of his hand as he rubbed it up and down my arm tenderly.

"Hey, Koo?" I whispered, drawing his attention back to me. His parted lips were still a little swollen, eyes as doe-like as they'd ever been, nervous of what I was about to say.

"I love you, too."

His lips pursed together, glossy eyes drinking me in as he nodded. "You do?"

Crawling up the sheets, taking my favourite seat at the base of his torso, his strong arms wrapped around me, as my head nestled into his neck. Planting innocent kisses on his skin, I nodded. "You really have to ask?"

I felt his chest muscles stutter as his laughter added harmony to our sanctuary. He buried his lips into the crook of my neck, using his nose to tilt my face around so that he could sink into my lips. One of his hands wrapped around my back, the other reaching up to cradle the base of my neck, keeping my body flush against his.

"I love you so much," he mumbled into my lips. "I'm never gonna stop saying it now that I can."

"You could have always said it," I hummed against him, smirking at how utterly smitten he seemed. "Wanna know a secret?"

He pulled back slightly, head pressed into the fluffy white pillows, narrowing his eyes with a grin. "Go on."

The admittance was going to be embarrassing, but it was also needed. He'd been vulnerable with me, so I felt the need to reciprocate. We were equals, and that was something I was adamant about.

"My first colour for you was blue," I whispered, planting kisses on his rose gold cheeks.

"It's always blue," he replied, a little bemused, clearly having paid attention to all of the times I had rambled on about it.

"True," I nodded, before reaching the crux of what I was telling him. "Remember when we first met?"

"At the clinic," he nodded, head tilting, pondering where I was going with this.

"Correct," I could feel my cheeks heating, nervously. "When we first met, something happened, and I didn't really understand it at first, because it was so sudden, and so I just ignored it but then-"

"Spit it out, Annie," he laughed, kissing me to shut me up. I had a terrible habit of stumbling on my words unless I just got straight to the point - so I bit the bullet.

"I saw blue when you first shook my hand."

"You... you touched me and you saw blue?"

"Like I said, it was just a flash, bu-"

"Shut up," his smile was wider than the gaze of the milky moon that was lighting us up. He pressed D-shaped smiles into my lips, unable to stop himself from beaming so that he could kiss me properly. "I love you."

a/n: not that anyone was probably paying attention, but ondol is traditional korean underfloor heating lol.