"There," he nodded curtly, convinced he'd done a decent enough job of patching her up.

He was no medic, granted, but he had stopped her bleeding. Job well done in his book.

"Thanks," she said, a little sheepishly. They hadn't spoken the entire time. Neither one of them knew what to say to the other.

There was so much tension simmering under the surface; unsaid words, sadness, anger.

"I thought you said you'd moved out?" Hana asked, curiously. It had been the subject of his last voicemail, but the house still seemed very much lived in.

He walked to the sink and ran his hands underneath a cold tap, ridding his fingers of Hana's blood. Unsure of how honest he wanted to be with her, he chose his words carefully. "It's good to have a base in the middle of the city."

Hana nodded, shaking off her jacket and looking at the room around her. She hadn't ever spent much time in it, only ever walking through it after spending the night with Jungkook.

The kitchenette opened onto the living room, which was small but cosy. From the window, she could see a row of bars, drunk revellers hopping between them and she couldn't help but wonder if it was where Jungkook had picked up all of his women of the night.

"Convenient," she hummed.

"Yep," he wiped his hands on a tea towel and discarded it on the countertop. He could sense where she was going with this. He could tell from the look on her face as she stared out the window. "Convenient for work."

Hana nodded, not believing him. "Sure."

He scoffed a little, raking his damp hand through his hair. "You're the one who left, Hana, not me."

It was written all over her face, the internalised tantrum that he just knew she wanted to throw. It pissed him off. How dare she be petty about what he chose to do after she left? If she hadn't left, then he wouldn't have done it.

But she did leave.

She only had herself to blame.

"I don't care," Hana spoke flippantly.

He saw that as a challenge. She didn't care? Fine. He wouldn't care even more.

"Evidently" his deep, gravelly voice sent vibrations through Hana's entire body. He was moving closer towards her. Drawing his lips so close to her ear that she could practically feel his tongue when he spoke, he began to fuck with her.

"Why would you care that I screwed countless girls on the sheets you used to sleep in?"

It wasn't new information to her, yet it still stung. He could see her jaw tense and it made him want to piss her off even more.

"Wanna know something else?" There was malice in his voice and he sounded like he wanted to hurt her. Truthfully, she wanted him to hurt her too. She had felt so much guilt over the breakdown of their relationship that she thought she deserved to be punished.

"I thought about you every single fucking time."

Jungkook didn't actually want to hurt her, not really. He had spent the last year hurting other people, other fuckers who got in his way, but none of them made it feel any better. Hana was the last person that he wanted to hurt, but dear god did she fucking deserve it.

"When?" Her eyes were dark, desperate for more. She wanted him to break her heart. "When did you think about me?"

Jungkook matched her eyes, void of any emotion other than hatred. "Every time I felt another pussy tremble round my cock," he stared at her, deliberately being vulgar. He wanted to see the disgust on her face. He wanted to do irrevocable damage. "I thought about you and how much I wanted you to see me fill someone else up. I wanted you to see how well other cunts could take me, see how insignificant you were," there was a smirk that lingered before he finished his tirade. "Just another hole."

Hana scoffed now, attempting to mask her feelings. His words had cut her to the very core, a combination of shame and sadness filling her diaphragm.

"If I was so insignificant then why did they always fucking look like me, huh, playboy?" Hana's grin was spitefully smug. His tongue rested on the inside of his cheek, perplexed. "City has eyes, asshole," she taunted.

Jungkook knocked his head to the side, a smirk showing. "City has eyes? Curious. I don't remember you being into voyeurism."

He knew she'd hacked into the CCTV. Always had done. After all, he was the one who had made it so fucking easy to bypass the digital security codes. He'd learnt a lot since she'd been gone - her own tricks were no exception.

"I don't remember you being so easy," Hana mocked. She knew he could do better. He could hurt her more. And she wanted him to.

"I'm as easy as you are polite," he shrugged. "Which, if I'm gonna be frank, Hana baby, you've not been at all."

"And you've not been half as terrifying as Hae Pa men pretend to be. Both of us are underwhelming, it would seem."

She was challenging him now, the look on her face one of unadulterated sin. Whether it was on account of disdain or longing, he wasn't sure - but he was pretty certain it wouldn't take long to find out.

Jungkook let out a small laugh, dropping his eyes to smooth his shirt down a little, preening himself. "You want terrifying? We both know the way I used to get you screaming. Sure you want that?"

It was a loaded question that would only lead to one thing. They were both stubborn, both unwilling to be the first to back down and he knew this. Hell, he was counting on it.

"You wouldn't be able to make me scream even if you tried," Hana spoke gently, her hands replacing his, patting down his shirt, smoothing it. She could feel the ridges of his chest beneath the cotton, toned and teasing her.

His hands slowly wrapped around her wrists, stopping her. Grip tight, his eyes were on hers, smirk nowhere to be seen.

There was silence for a moment, Hana's heart beating in her throat, the heavy thud of trepidation deafening them both. The need to fight, to be right, was paramount for her, but when she was being held in such a way that felt both familiar and foreign, she lost sense of that.

He watched as her eyes darted around his face, trying to get a read on him. She'd draw a blank. His poker face had only improved over the last year. And yet-

"See," she smirked, her voice so quiet he had to read her lips. "You're scared."

He said nothing, but wanted everything.

"It's cute, really," she continued calmly, trying to get a rise out of him now. There was a mutual understanding of what she wanted; to be scared. Just a little. She wouldn't be pushing like this otherwise, and he knew it. He'd had her in his bed enough times to know her tells. "How you turn into such a pussy around me."

"Say it again," he growled, gripping on her wrists a little tighter. This was her get out of jail free card. All she had to do was say anything else, and he'd drop it. "I dare you."

But Hana knew his tells just as much as he knew hers. She wanted it.

"I don't remember you being such a pussy."

Using his grip to strong-arm her, Jungkook turned her around and pressed her into the wall. Pinning her hands above her head, he pulled her hips backwards, angling her ass away from the wall and against the top of his thighs. The oversized shirt that Hana had been wearing like a dress was lifted to rest on her arched back, before he yanked down the opaque black tights that had been keeping her warm.

"Can tell you haven't been getting laid," he said a little mindlessly, knowing his disinterest would wind her up. "No one's been keeping you in check."

Covered in only a lace black thong, Hana's entire body staggered as Jungkook delivered a sharp, stinging slap to her ass.

"That," he grunted, tenderly rubbing against the red mark that was forming. His hands were soft against her skin, causing Hana to simper into his touch. "Was for your shitty fucking attitude."

"I don't have a fucking atti- ah, fuck."

He cut Hana's whining off with another spank against her skin, the sensation burning her as she felt his breath on her neck. It was harder than the first and she could have sworn that if he did it any harder her skin would break.

"That one," he spoke softly again, transforming the pain into pleasure when he softly grappled her ass to soothe it. "Was for leaving."

The pain of his words stung more than the pain she felt when his flat palm came into contact with her again. She was able to stabilise herself better now, accustomed to his forceful hand, lurching less but sinking into his tender strokes more in the aftermath.

"And that one was for coming back when I told you not to," he spoke coldly. He really had meant it at the time.

After one final spank, with no follow-up, he withdrew from her, walking to the other side of the room. He knew he couldn't control himself, not with her and especially not like this.

Still facing the wall, wrists bolted in place above her head, raspy breaths were leaving her body with every beat of her heart.

"The last one," she panted ever so gently, turning around to face him, pulling up her tights and letting her shirt fall. Sinking into the wall slightly, she looked like a mess and Jungkook couldn't bring himself to take in the sight of her. It would be too much. "What was the last one for?"

He smirked audibly, a dimple finding its home on his cheek. "That one was for how fucking hot you sound when I do it."

Feeling bold now, spurred on by his admittance, she slowly walked towards him. He didn't edge away like he knew he should do. Instead, he let her encroach on his personal space. What was his, was ultimately now hers, too.

"You're gonna get yourself in trouble again," his voice was silky.

I'm counting on it, she thought to herself, letting her eyes open wide and innocent for him.

He had seen that look before. It was pleading, desperate, hungry. Gliding her fingers down his shirt, she could see the way goosebumps were waving over his skin from her touch. Toying at the buttons, but never unhooking them, she let her hands rest where the cotton of his shirt tucked into his leather belt.

"You're gonna be the death of me, Hana," he groaned, his head reclining back as she palmed him through his trousers. But oh god, wouldn't it be such a heavenly way to die?

It was something they both knew was true. Staying apart had kept them living, but Jungkook had never felt more alive than he did when he was with her.

Without warning, he pulled her over his shoulder, carrying her again. She let out a small, surprised scream and he held her in place with a single strong arm, taking her towards the doorway she knew would lead to his room.

The feeling building in her stomach was enough to make her already slick pussy soak from anticipation. She could feel her wetness seep through her underwear and onto her tights, creating a mess on her inner thighs.

Kicking the door open with his foot, Jungkook wasted no time throwing Hana on his bed. His sheets smelt just the same as they always had done, which only served to turn her on even more, her body so accustomed to feeling pleasure when she was tangled in his sheets.

He was rough with her body, getting her just how he wanted her; face down, ass up. Pushing her shirt down her back to reveal her covered ass, he spanked it again lightly and bit his lip watching her body jolt for him. "You're gonna do exactly what I tell you to do, okay?"

He'd always been dominant with Hana, but never so explicitly. He could have pulled her tights down, but he was impatient and greedy, so instead, he tore them open, revealing the mess that he had made. Her ass had his handprints embedded on it. He grappled with the soft, red skin and smirked, running his tongue along his teeth as he noticed her underwear glistening from her excitement. "I said, 'okay?'"

Hana's muffled response into his sheets was enough for him. He wanted to pretend like he was in control, but he could smell her arousal and needed it more than he needed to hear her dirty talk.

"Look at how fucking wet you are," his voice purred as he rubbed over the lace of her thong, covering his fingers in her wetness. She moaned at the friction, raising her ass even higher in the air for him. She wanted more.

The sight of her needy body and the scent of her pussy was so fucking perfect. Precum was leaking from his stiff cock as he drank in the sight of her and he knew he wouldn't last long enough if he pounded straight into her like he so desperately wanted to. The pleasure burned inside of him, his balls dying for a release already.

"Nobody else gets to see your cunt look this pretty, do they?" He cooed, still admiring her, his fingers slowly moving her underwear to the side. The air was cold on her soaked core, causing her to gasp as she pulsed gently. He could see her pussy twitching, releasing more of wetness and he couldn't help but sinfully stare.

"Nobody," she whimpered into his sheets. He caressed her ass, before spanking it again, letting the stinging sensation burn through her.

The tips of his fingers lined themselves up with her entrance, as he grabbed a fistful of her hair, raising her ear to his lips. He nipped at her lobe, grazing it dangerously with his teeth, her breath hitching as he did so. "I'll kill every fucker who's ever gotten to see your pussy like this."

The idea of Hana with someone else enraged him as he sunk two of his fingers into her pussy, groaning at how fucking tight she was.

His threat turned her on so much that she didn't bother telling him that nobody had, instead letting him feed off his anger. He pushed her head back down into the sheets and fucked her pussy with his fingers, the lewd sounds of wetness accompanying her throaty moans.

His speed was so rapid, building tension in her stomach that she hadn't felt in so long. Even with just his fingers, Jungkook made her feel so full, so satisfied.

"You'll be committing suicide," she rasped in between her moans, wanting him to know that her pussy was his; It had been since the very first time he had her laid eyes on her.

The admission sent him reeling. Hana could hear the clattering of metal on his hardwood floor as he discarded his belt with a single hand, the other still pumping into her wetness.

Lost in the ecstasy of his touch, she cried out softly when she felt him remove himself. She wasn't done. She needed more. A hedonistic pop echoed through the room as he sucked the juices from his fingers.

She tasted like a 5-course fucking meal and he wanted her for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

"Baby," he simpered, as he lined up his leaking crown with her entrance. "You still good?"His trousers were suspended round his thighs, blazer crumpled on the floor but shirt still on. He couldn't wait to feel himself sink into her. Getting undressed could wait; he couldn't.

Hana nodded. She was good in every sense of the word. The question was posed as a duty of care, but she knew he was really asking for permission.

"Take it off," he demanded, wanting her naked. Lifting her body so that she was resting on her knees, her back still facing him, she pulled her shirt off. He unclasped her bra before the shirt had even hit the floor, her movements spreading wetness over the tip of his cock.

He pushed up into her, a hand on her waist, the other pushing her back down gently. Throaty moans filled the room, Hana's tightness making his first thrust slow and painful but so fucking good. He stretched her pussy out, pushing her head back into his duvet.

"You take me so fucking well," he could barely string a sentence together, obsessed with the way she felt around him. His hips picked up his pace, slamming into her harshly, his hands holding her tight enough to bruise.

She hoped they would. She wanted him to mark her. She wanted to be his again.

Her hands clawed his sheets, wishing that it was his skin she was holding onto instead, but she couldn't muster the strength to change positions. The domineering control he had over her made her weak at the knees.

Jungkook hadn't kissed anyone since Hana. Sure, he'd fucked them till they couldn't walk properly, but not once would he let himself get lost in someone else's lips. It felt too vulnerable, too trusting.

He hadn't intended on kissing Hana.

With one hand resting on her ass, the other tangled in her hair, he pulled her arched back against his torso. He controlled the pace, his hips thrusting continuously, parched moans escaping her lips with every jolt of his body against hers.

He moved his hand from her ass to her stomach, keeping her held tightly in place. She mirrored his action and interlaced her fingers with his, desperate to be close to him in every way possible.

The hand in her hair pulled slightly, moving her face so that it was in line with his. He wanted to watch the lust in her eyes as he drove his thick cock into her, but when confronted with her rosy cheeks and pouted lips he couldn't stop himself.

He stole just a peck from her lips, not breaking from his rhythm. The sweetness of her tongue and plumpness of her bottom lip almost drove him over the edge. No one had ever made Jungkook feel like this, they hadn't even come close.

Ragged moans leapt from her lips into his ear and it drove him wild. He needed to regain control of the situation, so he pressed his lips firmly against hers, willing her to be silent. Trembling against him, her lips were so needy.

Cupping his face with her hand, she pulled him deeper into the kiss and he was going out of his fucking mind. No one had ever tasted so sweet or fit him so well. Her tongue softly played with his and he knew he wanted this feeling forever. He wanted to get lost in her body as they buried themselves into his sheets until the end of time.

He pulled away for just a second so that he could flip her over, letting his trousers fall to the floor and climbing onto the bed with her. He rocked his steady hips against her, his cock finding its home inside her once more. Her hands were lost in his hair as he peppered kisses down her neck, leaving a lazy wet trail that he would no doubt retrace.

Her fingers worked quickly, unbuttoning his shirt, needing to feel his skin against her. He shook the fabric off his back, discarding it with the rest of their clothes. Digging her nails into his back, he continued to edge her closer with every stroke of his cock deep inside of her.

"So fuckin' beautiful," he purred, positioning himself upright, his large hands on either side of her waist. He wanted to watch the way her body moved and the smile that hung loosely on her lips between frantic pants. With each languid thrust, her body bounced for him, putting on a show that he'd have paid good fucking money for.

Her hands dug into the sheets beneath her, needing something to grip as the tightness began to grow in her stomach. She was getting so close, but she didn't want it to be over. She wanted the weight of his body on top of her eternally.

Almost as if he could read her mind, he was back in his former position, one of her legs holstered over his shoulder.

"Ah, fuck, Kook," Hana gasped breathlessly as he thrust so deeply he almost hit her cervix. He moved his hand to massage the hood of her clit, knowing the pressure combination was exactly what she needed to send her over the edge. Circling with the pads of his fingers, his rhythm was causing her pussy to clench in desperation.

He kissed her gently, slowing his pace, wanting to draw it out. There was something about the way his hips rocked slowly against hers, how delicate and tender he was being, that made her build up even more intense. The slow gratification burned inside of her like a star that was desperate to explode.

His movements were so minimal that Hana felt like she was in agony from the deprivation. She pouted and whined, which only made him laugh and press soft kisses into her lips.

"Please, Kook," she pouted, rotating her hips against his almost still body. He loved the way it felt to let her take over from such a submissive position. He still had all the control.

"Please what?" his lips sucked delicately on her neck, the scent of her perfume preserving itself in his memory. His voice vibrated against the skin of her throat and she shuddered in pleasure as he pulled his cock out of her gently. The tip rested on her entrance desperate to be buried inside her again. "Tell me what you want."

"You," she smiled, hands falling around his neck, pulling his lips to meet her again. "You, you, you."

Her laughter echoed around the room like the soundtrack to all of Jungkook's favourite dreams.

"What do you want me to do?" His dimples were permanently etched onto his face, a broad smile proudly conveying how happy he was.

He hadn't meant to let himself get like this. He was just going to fuck her, that was it, but when he saw her plump, glossy lips and the blush in her cheeks, he was reverted back to a state of absolute awe.

She kissed him softly, edging her hips upwards, letting him slide his long, hard length into her. "I want you to make me yours."

Already so close to the edge, Jungkook began to slam into Hana again, the speed of which, after a momentary pause, sent her into a state of pure euphoria.

"Just like that," she moaned, using her own fingers on her clit as her toes began to curl and her head pushed itself backwards into Jungkook's pillows.

"Yeah? You want me to fill you up?" He grunted in her ear. His breath was hot, small beads of sweat coating his body, exasperated by the exertion. She moaned in affirmation, longing for him to finish inside of her.

"Fuck," She moaned, unable to convey anything other than the pure ecstasy she was feeling.

"Such a filthy mouth," he moaned into her lips as he kissed her again, needing to be as close to her as he physically could. The friction of his cock against the wetness of her tight pussy was almost too much to handle.

Closer, closer, closer, it was tipping him over the edge. He didn't want to cum, not yet. He wanted to stay inside her pussy for hours.

Small yelps left her mouth, unable to control the way her body was reacting to him. Trapped underneath his strong body, she was completely at his disposal and she loved it.

She hooked the leg that wasn't over his shoulder around his waist, keeping him close. Both of her hands cupped his face, keeping his lips on hers. They weren't kissing now, not really, both panting and cursing from the high they were riding out together.

Her pussy began to clench around him, her body jolting as pleasure shattered through her entire being. The fire that had been growing in the pit of her stomach had erupted like a volcano and she cried out as waves of burning lava scorched her body.

The sensation was too much for Jungkook, feeling Hana orgasm around him, clenching so tightly that he could barely roll his hips anymore. His body shuddered, legs twitching as he felt himself spill into her. His cum spurted into her desperate pussy and the feeling was so fucking good that he felt tears prick at his eyes.

He hadn't felt a release like that since, well, ever.

They remained fixed in position, breathless. Jungkook was the first to break it, rolling off Hana, his chest heaving. A small laugh escaped his lips, echoed by Hana's own laugh.

"That was..." She began, her breaths still ragged, unable to articulate just exactly what she was feeling.

"Yeah," Jungkook agreed, knowing exactly what she was thinking without needing her to say it.

It was fucking incredible.

Not wanting to be too detached from her, he interlaced his fingers with hers and pulled them to his lips. Kissing down on her knuckles gently, he knew he was in trouble.

They let the hedonistic atmosphere settle around them, aware that once they broke the trance, it would be all over.

Since they met, they had been living on borrowed time and, for once, Jungkook just wanted the world to just pause for a minute. He wanted to exist with her without the fear or worry of outside life.

She nuzzled her head into his neck and he pulled her closer, wrapping her up in his protective arms.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

"Me too," he pressed a soft kiss on her forehead.

It was unclear what either of them was actually apologising for. They both had a lot of sins to repent, but mainly, they were sorry for being who they were. He was sorry for the fact he was hardwired to hate her and she was sorry for the fact she hadn't just stayed away like he had asked.

Both of them had the same question aching in their hearts, but neither of them wanted to be the first to speak it: what the fuck do they do now?

Their heavy hearts were interrupted by the sound of Jungkook's front door clicking open and a sweet voice calling his name.

Hana pulled away from him, bundling his sheets in front of her, confusion written all over her face.

"Wait here, don't make a fucking sound," he whispered, pulling a shirt and some sweats from his dresser, leaving her to her thoughts as he went to greet his intruder.

Muffled by the solid wood door, Hana listened out for Jungkook's voice.

"Saffy! What brings you here at this hour?"

There was a shrill, flirtatious laugh that pierced through Hana's ears.

"Am I not allowed to come and see my favourite boy?"

a/n: officially the longest chapter yet (4k words!!). made you wait so long for smut that i thought i may aswell make it worth it lmao.

also, Hana's in her 20's, birth control is all sorted (i know some people like it explicitly stated, but i dont so) YEAH sorry for making you read that x

a/n 2.0: kinda really hate this now lmao but CBA to edit it (I'm literally just republishing everything now) APOLOGIES x