Listen while reading it: Crazy in Love from Fifty Shades.

I knew that having me stand before him, wearing nothing but the symbol of my promise to be exclusively his for eternity, was an enormous turn-on for Jungkook. And that fact alone had the same effect on me — a huge turn-on.

My fingers trailed from the buttons of my shirt to the studs in my ears. I took them out and set them on the sideboard, the metallic clink resonating through the hallway. My necklace followed suit, along with my watch. With all the jewelry aside from the engagement ring removed, I returned my focus to my shirt.

Jungkook's eyes were already ablaze with desire.

Maintaining eye contact with him, I leisurely unbuttoned my shirt, allowing it to slip off my shoulders and flutter to the ground. I then moved on to the zip of my pencil skirt. I gradually slid it down, relishing the flex of the muscle in Jungkook's jaw as it dropped with a soft sound. My gaze dipped downward.

He was already hard, the evidence of his arousal evident through his suit pants. A shiver of anticipation ran through me, causing my nipples to tighten and my breath to hitch. I marveled at my own steadiness, considering I was still tipsy and balance was usually a challenge in four-inch heels. However, I managed to maintain my grace as I bent down to remove the heels, leaving me flat-footed. I raised my eyes to Jungkook once more, reaching behind me to unclasp my bra. I unhooked it, teasingly peeling the straps down to expose my skin inch by inch. 

Goosebumps formed over my breasts and areolas, my nipples becoming taut points. Jungkook's arousal pressed against his pants, and I couldn't help but hide a satisfied smile. Jungkook had become fixated on my C-cup breasts, transitioning from being a leg man to a breast enthusiast. Not that he didn't appreciate my legs; he certainly did.

Unconsciously, I licked my lips, observing the way his eyes flared as I gently lowered my panties. They were damp with my arousal, and I was dying for Jungkook's touch — to have him feel just how wet I was, with only his gaze on my exposed form.

"What's next?" I inquired softly, my voice laced with desire. His gaze seared a path that traced every curve of my body. "Let down your hair."

A mischievous smirk played on my lips as I reached up to undo the pins holding my hair in place. The cascade of waves tumbled down my back, the weight of it a sensuous sensation. I discarded the pins on the sideboard and massaged my scalp, my breasts provocatively lifting with the movement. "Now?"

Jungkook leaned against the bedroom door, his arms folded over his chest, watching me with a predatory gaze. His eyes were dark with desire, and his full lips curled into a knowing smile that made my knees feel like jelly. He knew what he did to me, and he reveled in it. He stood up from the door, his relaxed pose gone as he replied in his low, rumbling tones, "Now, turn around slowly, let me admire you, every inch of you."

I obliged, pivoting with deliberate slowness, the air cool against my heated skin. My hair brushed against my back, the strands tickling my spine as they cascaded down. I could feel Jungkook's gaze like a caress, tracing the curve of my spine, the swell of my hips, and the curve of my derrière.

"Stop," he commanded, and I froze, the anticipation sending shivers through me. I felt his fingers brush over my hip, skimming down to my thigh before he gently grasped it. His touch was both possessive and delicate, and I could sense the power he held over me.

His fingers continued their journey, sliding down my thigh to the back of my knee, then back up, teasingly inching toward my core. My breath caught, my pulse quickening as he drew nearer to where I craved his touch the most. "Now walk into the bedroom, lie on your back on the bed, stretch your arms above your head, spread your legs, and prepare to take me. Hard and deep."

Desire shot through my belly and straight to my core at the imagery. I had to admit I loved how confident and commanding Jungkook was in bed. Still, I couldn't allow him to be too bossy. "If I'm spreading my legs for you, I want your mouth between them before anything else."He gave me a slight smile and a knowing nod. 

"Deal."

"Deal." I smiled saucily back at him and turned around, feeling a surge of empowerment at the sound of his indrawn breath. As I walked toward our bedroom he said, "Later, I want you on your stomach and that gorgeous ass in the air."

"First your mouth," I replied before disappearing inside our room. My heart was beating fast with excitement as I crawled onto our cool sheets, reached across, and flicked on the bedside lamp before turning on my back, stretching my arms above my head, and spreading my legs. My whole body shivered at being in such a position.

Eyes on the door, my pulse raced as Jungkook appeared in the doorway. "Fuck," he breathed, moving toward me, stripping much quicker out of his clothes than I had done. "How did I get so fucking lucky?"

"You were a very good boy this year," I teased.

He smiled devilishly in the low light as he pushed his pants and boxer briefs down.

My hungry gaze settled on his huge, throbbing erection as he moved onto the bed, his beautiful hands sliding up my spread legs. "And have you been a good girl, Y/n?"

I tilted my hips up, silently telling him I wanted his mouth on me and I wanted it now before I combusted. "Yes," I breathed. "I haven't made any grown men cry this year. I'd call it an improvement upon last. Now give me your tongue."

His hands gripped my thighs. "Who's in charge here?"

Despite starting the teasing, I was losing patience. I knew one way to speed things up. "Just put your mouth on me, Jungkook, please."

His growl was the last thing I heard before his head descended, and his tongue parted my labia. I rocked against it, the pleasure building with each exquisite touch. His skillful circling around my clit and the sensation of him sucking it between his lips sent shivers of delight through me. My breathless pleas for more filled the air, and I clutched the sheets beneath me, lost in the intensity of his ministrations.

"Jungkook," I gasped, my fingers instinctively tangling in his hair, holding him close. His commanding voice broke through my haze of pleasure. "Hands back," he demanded, his eyes ablaze with desire.

Without hesitation, I obeyed, my hands returning to the sheets as Jungkook resumed his tantalizing exploration of my body.

Just as I teetered on the edge of an orgasm, he stopped, and a desperate whimper escaped me. "What are you doing?" I panted, my body craving the release he had been building.

He moved up my body, locking his fiery gaze onto mine. The flicker of the bedside lamp illuminated the passion in his eyes. "I want the first time you come as my fiancé to be around my cock."