As soon as the door closed, Jungkook gently gripped his hand around Hana's throat.

His eyes were clouded his hunger, burning into her exposed skin.

"I thought this outfit was missing a necklace," she spoke casually with a devilish grin, as he used his grip to pull her lips to his. He was rough yet still slightly tender. The intimacy of him having absolute control over her body only served to turn her on more.

"I'd rather it was missing your robe," he conceded.

"That can be arranged," Hana let the ruby satin slip off her shoulders, revealing her unbearably sexy lingerie. Jungkook groaned at the sight of her, unsure whether or not he wanted her to take it off. He loved her naked body, but this? This was every boy's wet dream.

"Bed," Jungkook instructed her, letting her walk in front of him. He took the opportunity to spank her ass, earning a soft yelp to escape from her lips. He smiled smugly, obsessed with the music her moans made.

Sitting at the top of her bed, Hana almost drooled over him as he whipped his shirt off his toned torso, revealing his myriad of tattoos and muscle. No one was as lucky as her.

Stripping to his boxers, Jungkook didn't want to waste time. He was already hard, and looking at her like that was pure agony.

Kneeling in front of her, Jungkook couldn't help but let his tongue drag across his lips as he pushed her legs apart, taking in the sights for the first time. A keyhole slit in the fabric ran from her clit to her entrance, exposing the soaked mess he had made from just a few kisses and a light spank.

"Fuck me, Han," he cooed, in awe of her body.

"That's the plan," she flirted playfully, watching his transfixed stare on her pussy. Hoisting one of her ankles to rest on his shoulder, he kissed gently over the markings that had once defined her entire being. Her crescent moon may have still been indelibly inked on her body, but it didn't belong to them anymore. It belonged to him.

His eyes met with Hana's again, brows raised, begging for permission. Hana nodded, and that was enough for Jungkook's index finger to slowly travel up her exposed core. Slick in seconds, Hana shuddered as he traced over her clit, flicking against it slightly. He watched the way her head tilted back in ecstasy at the smallest of touches and began to use two fingers to massage her sweet spots.

Her dulcet moans echoed in her throat, wanting more of him. Already throbbing, there was a neediness in her that was begging to be filled.

Almost as if he could read her body, he slipped his two fingers inside of her slowly. He paused momentarily with each knuckle, scissoring his fingers gently, getting her used to him again. Her moans got throatier with each extra inch, and by the time he was three knuckles deep, Hana couldn't focus on anything except the building pleasure inside her pussy.

He knew her body well enough to tell just how much she loved this. His hips bucked slightly, begging for more, while her back arched. Pumping his fingers inside of her, he could feel the wetness dripping all over his hand. He'd never met a girl who had gotten this excited over him, and it just served to make his dick throb harder than he'd ever known before.

"You like that, baby girl?" he purred, his breath jagged from the exertion in his shoulder and wrist. She nodded as she whined, her needy eyes on him, begging him to keep going.

Pressing his lips against her ankle, Jungkook grazed his teeth slightly, nibbling on her skin. He was desperate for some kind of release, the pressure in his tight balls getting more and more unbearable with every whimper that escaped Hana's lips. Looking at her flustered face was only making his predicament worse, so he sunk her leg off his shoulder and rested his elbow next to Hana's blushing face.

The new angle of his fingers altered her moans, hitting differently. They were raspier, less controlled. Hana never had to fake it with Jungkook, but he got an immense sense of pride when he heard her like this, her moans of pure pleasure for the whole world to hear. Catching her lips in a kiss, he sunk his tongue into her mouth, not caring to be delicate.

Hana's body bucked involuntarily beneath him. There was something about him filling her pussy and her mouth that excited her - she was at his complete mercy, but she wouldn't be begging for it any time soon. Retrospectively, he was so turned on by her that he'd have probably ended up finishing in his boxers if she had started begging.

Pre-cum was leaking from his swollen head into his boxers. Hana hadn't even so much as rocked against him yet. Her effect on him was outrageous.

"Aish," he returned to his former position, on his knees in between her legs, gently removing himself from her aching heat. She propped herself up on her elbows, eyes wide and concerned with the sudden change in his demeanour. "You're too fucking hot," he smirked, noticing her panic. The last thing wanted to do what to make her feel insecure, not when she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever laid eyes on. "How can you have this much control over me when I'm the dominant one?!"

Hana laughed and pulled him back on top of her, linking her arms around his neck. Her glossy lips latched onto his firmly, innocently. "Wanna take a break?"

"Fuck no," he simpered into her lips, before travelling down her body. He mentally cursed her lingerie for being in the way of her bare skin, but he didn't mind all that much when he was at eye level with her dripping core.

He wasted no time sinking his tongue in between her folds, lapping carelessly at her sweetness. Hana quivered at the sensation, his wet tongue kitten licking her delicately. Her hands knotted in his hair, encouraging him as his groans vibrated against her sensitive heart. He could feel her quiver as he buried his tongue inside her, toying her bundle of nerves with his thumb. Her heightened sensitivity was tipping her over the edge, but Jungkook wasn't going to let her cum without him.

She cried out when he removed his lips from her, pouting like a little brat. Her expressions only made him laugh. She looked so innocent and yet so filthy.

"Koo," she began to whine, until she noticed him stroking at his stiff cock through his boxers. "Fuck me," she breathed out, in awe of the size, like she'd never seen it before.

"That's the plan," he winked, teasing her for what she had said earlier. Dipping into his boxers, he was almost embarrassed with how wet he had made them. He was sensitive to say the least, desperate for her pussy to soothe him.

"How do you want me?" Hana propositioned.

"Just as you are, baby girl," he simpered, pushing his boxers down and revealing himself. Hana's jaw fell slack, mouth-watering at the sight of him. A cocky smile perched on his lips as he lowered himself on top of her, enclosing her lips in his.

Hana reached down to stroke him, eliciting moans from his tense throat. She reciprocated his vocal pleasure, getting lost in his grunts as he began to grind against her. Wrapping her legs around him, she angled him ever so slightly to meet her entrance. He sunk into her like she was made for him, filling her up with ease.

Strained moans filled the room, his autonomy at her complete disposal. This was it. This was the high he had been trying to find his whole life. It didn't get better than this.

His thrusts were rapid, knowing she needed some speed to tip her over the edge. Their bodies slammed against each other, both of them revelling in the friction.

"Ah, shit," he cursed, knowing that he couldn't keep it up for much longer. The hands that had been scratching his back moved to his ass as Hana held him in position tightly, not letting him thrust anymore. He was as deep as he possibly could be, and it felt like heaven, her tight walls pulsing. She was panting, her wide eyes staring right back into his. Wetness was seeping from her, a testament to how well Jungkook had been fucking her, but she was close, and she didn't want to cum before him. "Are you good?" he whispered, dappling kisses on her rosy cheeks. She nodded and giggled, which only caused her muscles to tense ever tighter around him. "Aish, pretty baby," he cooed at her, stupidly smitten.

His hand that had been resting on the bed frame cupped her cheek, his thumb finding it's home in her mouth as he slowly began to roll his hips against hers. She bit her teeth down tenderly, moaning his name, sending him reeling.

He clasped her throat and began to pound into her, thrusting harder. Her mouth formed a perfect circle as high pitched whines drove him crazy.

"Fuck, Koo," Hana's body jolted upwards, as he began to edge her closer and closer to her orgasm. Her pussy clenched tightly around him, causing his thrusts to become sharp and deliberate. He needed to watch her cum like he needed air to breathe.

Her legs tangled with his. He could feel how tense she was, her toes pointed, as her entire body seized in a state of euphoria.

"Like that, like that," she begged, barely audible as she began to come undone around him. The overwhelming sensation in her very core exploded, her muscles ricocheting from the onslaught of sensitivity. Her back arched, pressing her chest into his, holding him tightly.

"Fuck, Han, uh-" Jungkook tried to articulate himself, but he could only focus on the pleasure he felt as he emptied himself into Hana, his thick cum coating her walls.

Their bodies fell limp, both panting from the intensity. Jungkook rode out his high, pushing his seed further into Hana. He pressed a kiss to her forehead and rolled off her, mirroring her positioning.

They lay in silence, their raspy breathing patterns soundtracking their spent bodies. Hana laughed softly, the release of dopamine enamouring her. Jungkook followed suit, taking her hand in his, as they smiled up at the ceiling.

"I fucking love you, Hana," Jungkook declared, his heart still beating a mile a minute. She wasn't entirely sure that it wasn't just the oxytocin talking, but she didn't care. She had been waiting over a year to hear him repeat it.

"Yeah?" she purred, snuggling into his torso, pressing her lips against his sweat covered neck. There was something so incredibly sexy about his post-sex body that made her want to fuck him all over again.

"You're meant to say it back, asshole," he laughed heartily. He didn't really care to hear Hana say it - he didn't need to listen to the words when he could feel it radiating from her very being.

Her teeth grazed his earlobe, encasing it in her lips. It was a weakness of his that made his limp cock twitch. He hissed slightly, the sensitivity being too much, which only made Hana smirk in amusement at the power she had over him.

"I'll make you a deal," she offered, deliberately being difficult.

"Mhmm," he encouraged, still intoxicated from his release a few minutes earlier.

"Fuck me like that again, and I'll tell you just how much I love you," she toyed. He turned his head, brows raised.

"Just how much?" he questioned. She nodded hazily, closing her eyes, absolutely exhausted. "Can we do it on an I.O.U basis?" he bargained.

Sure, he didn't need to hear her say it, but wanted to. She sleepily traced her lips from his neck to his mouth, brushing them slightly against his own, but stopping just short.

"I'm in love with you, Jungkook," she whispered, sealing her confession with a kiss. She could feel him smile as he deepened it, perfectly content. "You owe me," she flirted, her giggle making his heart flutter like a swarm of butterflies were calling his ribcage their home.

"I do," he nodded, his need for sleep catching up with him too. "Let's do it on a rolling basis."

Hana looked at his sleepy face bemused. "So I keep telling you I love you and you keep fucking me to make up for it?"

"Precisely."

"I love you, I love you, I love you."

a|n: as mentioned before, she's on birth control, I just don't like stating it mid chapter lols. Please read any further chapters like this with the understanding that even if it's not stated, she's all good.