Jungkook

A breeze of sweet vanilla and berries fills my nose as my consciousness slowly awakens from its long sleep. I take a deep breath and although my eyes are still closed, it feels like I can see into other realms.

Slowly opening my eyes, I come into view with a mass of hair. A strand is resting right on my cheek and I chuckle under my breath because it's not the first time. We always sleep so close to each other that all inches of her are pressed against me.

My arm is securely tied around her waist, the soft fabric of her nightgown under my fingertips. Her warmth radiates to me, but the physical heat doesn't compare to the warmth I feel deep in my chest. Peace fills my lungs with oxygen.

I think I will never get enough of waking up next to her, with the first thing my eyes see being her beautiful face. It feels like she was made to stay in my arms, fitting into my embrace like a lid on a pot.

I bite my lower lip, nuzzling my nose into her hair and breathing in her familiar scent that makes me feel peaceful and calm. She is my safe haven, my comfort person, and my soulmate.

Now, I know we are different in many aspects, but I have never felt this closeness with another person. She made me open my heart again after years, finally, to lower the walls I had built around myself.

For I knew she would be there to protect me.

I think back to the day we argued after the meeting because I was enough of an idiot to think I couldn't be good enough for her. Maybe I still am not, but I realized I have to try because I can't function without her.

She told me to learn to love myself first before trying to love others and although it was like a slap in the face, it was much needed. It made me realize that she was right and what more can a person who cares for you do than make you love yourself again?

I don't think I ever hated myself, but I know for a fact that I hated the version of Jungkook that I had become in order to protect the Jungkook that I really was. That I am.

I place a small kiss on the back of her head, a habit I've picked up over the past few months. It's my way of starting the day, a reminder that I'll fall back into the same position in the evening.

We moved in together right after we flew back from vacation. I couldn't wait any longer, so I talked her into letting me arrange people to clean out her apartment and move everything she needed into my house while she was already staying over.

I emptied out more of my closet so all her remaining clothes would fit in. She already had a few things here, so part of my closet was already hers. Just like half of my bed. My heart. My soul.

We've been living together for six months now and we couldn't be happier. Everything is perfect, she is perfect. I never saw myself settling down because I just hadn't found the right person. But now I have.

I curl my hand around hers and let our fingers play, her shoulder rising and falling with each breath she takes. I hate it when people touch me, but with her, I want her skin, her curves pressed against me always.

I may have become addicted to her, but that's not really my concern. I know she feels the same and I can't imagine ever being without her. If she ever left me, I would probably die alone.

But I don't want to think about it because I know it will never happen. I love her too much and I would do anything to make her happy like she deserves.

Mikayla begins to stir, her breathing now more irregular. I hear her smacking her lips, something that shows me every morning that she is just waking up. She lets out a sigh and squeezes my fingers, which are tangled with hers.

She turns and looks over her shoulder at me. Her lips break into a lazy smile and her eyes are half closed. "Good morning," she says, her voice sweet, though still laced with sleep.

"Good morning, birthday girl," I say into her ear, my lips mirroring her smile.

And yes, it's Mikayla's birthday. She turned twenty-eight years old today. Twenty-eight years of blessings she has brought to the people around her.

"Hmm." she hums shyly and I want to kiss her pink cheeks. She squeezes her eyes shut and snuggles closer to me. "Do I have gray hair already?"

I laugh and prop myself up on my elbow. "You look prettier with each passing day," I say, and she looks back at me with an appreciative glance. "Happy birthday, love."

"Thank you." She smiles and brings her hand to my cheek. I turn my head until I can place a kiss in her palm.

"Are you ready for your birthday presents?" I ask, pushing back a strand of her hair.

"Presents, like more than one?" her eyes widen and I'm mesmerized by the hazel that seems a little more green than brown today.

"Two, to be exact. You'll get the second gift later," I explain. I bring my face closer, a smirk growing on my lips. "The first is an orgasm."

"Jungkook." she giggles, trying to turn away from me, but I hold her tight in my arms.

I love it when she gets shy because it's the most beautiful and adorable way she can become. I know that she can be more than shy, she is in fact a dangerous woman who enchants you with her innocent nature, but takes you to other dimensions, showing lust and pleasure.

"Not a good present?" I tease, starting to kiss her neck. Her breathing becomes heavier and she tilts her head back into the pillow, offering me more of her skin.

I don't hesitate to bite her delicate neck and she moans. "No, it's a very good one, actually," she murmurs, and I smirk.

Satisfied with her answer, I continue with my kisses, alternating between those and sucking, making her anticipate more. Slowly bringing my hand down the length of her exposed leg, I try to stimulate every cell in her body and make it crave me.

I push the lace nightgown away and come in contact with her bare ass. My eyes darken and I groan. "No underwear?" I ask in her ear with a growl and she shakes her head. "You're killing me, Kayla."

"I figured it would come off anyway. So why put one on?" she says and I feel my cock throb as I run my fingers over her soft thighs.

I click my tongue. "So the gift wasn't a surprise?" I ask sarcastically and she shrugs. "Too bad. But you know what?"

"What?" she gulps as my hand comes dangerously close to between her legs.

"I love undressing you. The look of anticipation in your eyes, knowing I'm about to fuck you with every piece of clothing that comes off your body, is priceless."

I pass her most private area without touching it and bring my hand to her stomach. She hisses in disappointment and impatience as she tries to push her body further against my hand. I just know how much her pussy aches from the lack of contact.

But I love teasing her, hearing her little moans whenever I touch a part of her warm body. Or when she gets shocked by my words. The eagerness and the hitch in her breathing are what get me hard.

She squirms in my embrace as my fingers move higher and then reach her breast. I cup it in my hand, treasuring how well it fits in. I give it a little squeeze and she moans again.

Taking her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, I make her feel good and play with it a little. I fondle her breast while my lips leave a mark on her neck. We don't care who can see anything because everyone knows by now.

I don't know how the rumor spread, but there was talk in the company that I'm back in a relationship and apparently it's with someone in the company. Which is true.

And as soon as Mikayla's name was associated with me after a few weeks, I grabbed her by the hand and told everyone that the rumors were indeed true. That I loved her. And that if anyone talks bad about her, they will find me fighting them.

Everyone seemed shocked, even Mikayla. It was the most impulsive and candid I have ever been with my employees, but it feels good now that we don't have to worry about anyone seeing us.

I felt bad for not talking to Mikayla about it before, but she smiled at me, kissed my lips, and whispered against them that she was proud of me and that she was happy it was out now.

Maybe some have judged us for it, maybe they talk shit about us without us knowing, but honestly, they can go to hell. If I catch anyone doing this, they can expect to be fired.

I will protect Mikayla and never allow anyone to talk bad about her because she is the most amazing and kind person in the world. She deserves nothing but the best. Just like I'm making her feel right now.

After playing with and touching her breasts enough, I run my hand down over her stomach and then reach her core. A set of curse words leave my lips when I feel how wet and warm she is. Just the way I love it.

"You're dripping." I rumble, nibbling on her earlobe as she opens her legs more for me so I can reach her better. "And it's all mine."

"Touch me, Jungkook." she moans impatiently,

"Your wish is my command." I chuckle, starting to circle my fingers between her folds.

I find her clit by just muscle memory and I never have to look for it for long. I've touched her so many times that I don't need a guide, a map for it. She tries to close her legs, probably not on purpose, but I keep them open for me.

She is still in the position where she is with her back pressed against my chest and that gives me all the control to make her feel good the way she enjoys. She is petite in comparison to my massive body as she starts to tremble.

I insert my middle and index fingers into her, her walls immediately hugging and squeezing me in need. I can feel how desperately she wants to come and her wetness oozes out, drenching my fingers all the way to my knuckles.

The sounds of my fingers as they keep moving in and out fill my ears like the glorious melody of her moans as I finger her. Her hand comes around my wrist and she grinds against me.

It doesn't take long for her to come undone and she holds her breath as her body uncontrollably plunges into the lake of pleasure. I hold her through her orgasm until her quivering subsides and I pull my fingers out of her.

Wanting a taste of it I bring them to my mouth and lick the moisture from them. Sweetness fills my mouth and I hum in satisfaction as Mikayla's muscles relax.

But it's not enough and it will never be enough unless I was buried inside her. So I brush my hips against her, my crotch pressing into her ass. I know she can feel my hard cock because her breath catches and she looks over her shoulder at me.

"Two orgasms sounds better, doesn't it?" I grin at her and she bites down on her bottom lip, already looking forward to my next move.

"I'd be surprised otherwise." She grins back, her eyes filled with glee.

Fuck, this woman is driving me crazy.

I place a hand on her lower belly and press her ass harder against me to get more friction and pressure. I push into her, my cock nuzzling between her ass cheeks. The fact that the nightgown is now pooling around her back and I'm only wearing briefs makes it feel better.

But I can't wait any longer and pull the nightgown over her head and toss it into a forgotten corner of our bedroom, followed by my briefs, which are sporting a wet patch in the front from my pre-cum.

I almost moan as my cock now presses bare against her and she pushes back, teasing me. I grope her breast as Mikayla opens her legs for me and my cock is nestled between her legs now.

Moving my hips I caress her skin and my erection reaches its peak, I don't think I can get any harder than I am now and I nudge against her still wet pussy. Her heartbeat is palpable all over her body and I love how fast it beats for me.

Placing a kiss on her spine, I guide my cock to her opening, and with just one thrust, I'm balls deep inside her. We moan in sync and the way her walls pulse around me, so wet and warm, is almost enough to make me explode.

The first time we went raw, I thought I was going to pass out from the feeling. Our sex life is always at its best, but being inside her without a condom is different. We trust each other so much that we took that step in our relationship. She is on the pill though.

Once she adjusts to my size, I slowly pull out only to thrust hard and deep back in. Her body jerks toward mine, her back brushes my chest, and her butt ripples against my skin with every touch of my hips.

This position is so intimate and bare, just like our love. Even if I'm not positioned between her legs, on top of her, I still have her close to me. I can kiss her, fuck her like my life depends on it, but still show her how gentle and loving I can be.

"It feels so good." she gasps, reaching her hand back and cupping my neck. She brings my face closer to her and I dig my nose into her skin.

It's hard to thrust fast and freely in this position, but the way she moans and lets my name roll across her lips, I know I'm pleasuring her properly. Her wet walls give my cock a tight hug that rips a deep grunt from my lungs.

The meeting of our bodies and the squelching of her wetness fills my ears, something I'll never get enough of. I hook her knee over my forearm and that allows me to reach deeper and at better angles to the most sensitive parts of her body.

From the way her moans turn to whines and higher, I know she's about to have her second orgasm and she's going to cream me. She arches her back in need and pleasure, her hands coming to her breast and playing with her nipple.

"Come for me, love, I need it a second time." I groan, bringing my fingers to her clit and stimulating her more.

I grind against her and she cries out. "Yes, oh my—"

With a final thrust, she lets go and comes long and hard like I've never experienced before. Her body pours all its energy into the orgasm and her muscles twitch as she tries to keep her moans under control.

I thrust a few times, now aware that I am about to release. My movements quicken and grow more desperate. "Where do you want me?" I ask breathlessly.

"Inside me. Over me." She exclaims. "Everywhere."

"Fuck, fuck." I hiss, digging my fingers into her thigh. "Mikayla, fuck."

With her name on my tongue, my cock spasms, and spurts of cum fill her pussy. Coming in her was my dirtiest dream and now knowing how it feels, I can't stop. I stuff a big load, coating her insides with the evidence of our lovemaking.

She is wasted and so am I.

Allowing us both a few seconds to cool down from our orgasms, I feel my cock still pulsing and throbbing inside her. And when I pull out, with a sound that is so hot, my legs shake.

My erection slowly eases down as I pepper Mikayla's back with kisses. She's still breathing heavily, the room smelling of sex and her. My favorite scent.

"Oh, goddamn." I groan, looking down at her pussy and seeing my cum slowly spilling out of her. It's a view I sometimes randomly get in front of my eyes and grow hard. A view for my wet dreams.

Forcing it back into her, I hear her breath catch and she looks back at me, her eyes filled with lust but half open from exhaustion. She smiles at me as if she hasn't let me fuck her into oblivion, and I shake my head, laughing.

"I'm ready for my second gift," she says, now rolling over onto her back. I love that she doesn't mind lying completely naked in front of me. I bring my gaze up from her breasts to her beautiful eyes.

"Let's take a shower first." I kiss her cheek. "Or do you want to walk around with my cum dripping out of you?"

"Don't act like you wouldn't like it." she rolls her eyes and I bite her shoulder.

We take a shower together and this time I actually manage to keep my hands to myself and as I said only take the shower. I take less time than her because she wants to use a hair treatment and whatnot, so I step out of the bathroom with a towel.

Dressing quickly, I jog down the stairs, my heart now beating nervously because of the gift I prepared for her. I'm sure she'll like it, but her reaction is the most anticipated thing for me.

I prepare a nice table in a couple of minutes, make her fried egg and toast the bread, just the way she likes it. After making sure everything is set, I check from the bottom of the stairs and hear the water still running, showing she's not done yet. Perfect.

I reach for my keys after writing a note to Mikayla that I'll be right back and get in my car. The drive doesn't take long to pick up her gift and I see Jimin already some distance away, standing on the side of the road.

We arranged a meeting place last night since Jimin lives quite a bit away from me and it would simply take too long to drive to him. Thankfully he agreed, telling me I was stupid to even think he would find it inconvenient. He said he would do anything for me and maybe that warmed my heart a little.

He's holding a big box that's still open on top when I get out of the car and walk up to him. "Hey." he greets with a smile. "You're late."

"Yeah, sorry." I apologize. "Something came up."

He grins. "I can see that," he says and I raise my eyebrows, wanting him to spit out the teasing. "You have that post-nut thing."

"Fuck you." I shake my head, actually wanting to shove him, but since he's holding the box, I keep my hands to myself.

"That's Mikayla's job." he points out and I ignore him as I look into the box.

There he is sitting. A golden retriever puppy with a collar shaped like a bow around his neck. He looks up at me curiously and tries to jump out of the box, but can't because he's too small and too chubby for it.

A friend of Jimin's has a golden retriever that gave birth to five puppies a few weeks ago. And because he can't keep so many puppies, he wanted to give them away. Mikayla's birthday was right on time and I asked Jimin to tell him that I wanted one of them.

I introduced Bam to the puppy already and checked to see if it was safe to get a second dog. Bam, being the good boy that he is, behaved very well, so I thought it would be a good thing to get a friend and brother for him as well. It was hard to hide all this from Mikayla, but I don't think she has any idea.

"Thank you for organizing everything," I tell Jimin, taking the box with the puppy from him. I made sure he put a blanket on the bottom of it to keep the puppy comfortable. I was originally going to bring him in a carrier, but half an hour in a large and airy box shouldn't be a problem for the dog. And there are holes in it.

I place the box securely in the passenger seat and make sure the lid isn't closed yet. Jimin holds the door open for me. "You're welcome. Say happy birthday to Mikayla for me, though we'll meet for dinner with friends tomorrow."

"I made reservations for eight o'clock," I inform him and close the door.

"Will be there on time." He smiles and smacks my shoulder.

I nod and jog back to the driver's side before getting in and driving off. Twenty minutes have passed so far and I'm sure Mikayla is already downstairs looking around confused as to where I suddenly went despite the message I left.

When I reach home, I take the box and run up to the door. Placing the puppy on the floor, I unlock the door and leave it open just a crack before kneeling down. "I know this sucks for you, buddy. But you just need to be quiet for a few minutes, yeah?"

The puppy stares at me and makes a soft noise that brings a smile to my lips because he's so cute. I close the lid, making sure he gets enough air, and step inside. Mikayla peeks around the corner from the kitchen and when she sees me, her face lights up.

"There you are!" she sings and runs to me. Her eyes fall on the box in my hands. "What's this?"

"Your second gift." I grin and continue walking to the area between the kitchen and living room where I carefully place the box on the floor. I'm proud of the puppy because so far he hasn't made a single noise. But even if he did, it wouldn't matter.

"The box is so big!" Mikayla exclaims, "You didn't have to. What is it?"

"Open it," I say, coming to her side. Her lips stretch into a smile and her curious eyes light up before she kneels down next to the box.

When she takes the lid off, I hear a gasp echo through our home. She looks up at me with wide and tear-filled eyes after spotting the puppy. "Jungkook!"

"Yes, my love?"

"It's a puppy. Aww." she cries and sniffs. The puppy comes to the edge of the box and waits to be taken out. Mikayla reaches in and lifts him into her arms. "My eyes are filled with tears, I can't even see properly."

I laugh and kiss her hair. "It's a him. And he's yours."

She looks up at me again, a tear rolling hotly down her cheek. But I know it's a tear of joy so I let it go. The puppy attempts a bark that sounds youthful and untrained, and we both laugh because of his cuteness.

"This is the best gift I've gotten!" she sniffs again. Our eyes meet. "Thank you so much, Jungkook."

I smile at her and Mikayla then sets the puppy down on the floor and sits next to him. I join them and cross my legs. We watch as our new family member takes in his surroundings and smells us and the furniture. Then, suddenly tired, he drops onto his butt, a hearty laugh escaping Mikayla's lungs.

"He's so fluffy and small." she pats his head and he closes his eyes. "I love him already."

"I love him, too," I agree. "And I love you."

Mikayla's happy smile turns into something softer, more beautiful, and full of love. It's her eyes that always mesmerize me and even now I can't stop looking into the depths of them. Her eyes crease at the corners, her teeth hidden behind her lips as she gets up from her seat and comes to me.

She settles into my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck. I hug her back and every worry I've ever had disappears. It is her that I need in my life to be able to function.

I've never felt so alive and honestly, I thought it would stay that way until the end of my days. The dark clouds over my head didn't seem to dissipate until she came and provided the sunshine I needed.

She taught me many things, showed me that I was only human, despite all the glory I had achieved. Success and fame turned into punishment for me and it felt like everything was crashing down on me.

She stepped in and brought me out of the wreckage, made me stand tall again, and rise above all the problems that were trying to put me down. Mikayla is my biggest support and through her, I know that I could fail but it would still be okay because I'm only human.

"I can't thank you enough for everything you've done for me," she says, pulling back from the hug. Her hand comes to my cheek and her thumb runs over my skin.

I shake my head. "I can't thank you enough for everything you've done for me," I say, taking her hand down my cheek.

"I love you," she whispers.

"I love you more." I smile.

I kiss her knuckles, then stare at the finger that will soon be bearing a ring. My ring. My promise to always love her. A symbol of the truth that I belong to her.

We are pulled out of our cloud as Bam runs in the back door and pounces on the puppy. At first, we both gasp, thinking he was nicer the first time they met than he will be now, but when we see Bam sniffing him and recognizing him, which causes him to jump around we both laugh.

Mikayla is still sitting in my lap, her head now resting on my chest, and we watch our two boys continue to get to know each other. She sighs contentedly.

"I think I'll name him Toffee." she then says as I play with her hair.

"Toffee? That suits him." I agree after considering.

Mikayla lifts her head from my chest. A smile emerges and her eyes light up. I know she wants something.

"Can we get a cat next?" she asks.

She knows I can't tell her no.

"Anything you want," I give in and kiss her lips.

She deserves the world and that's what I'm going to give her.

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A/N: If I didn't cry before I'm certainly crying now hahaha 🥹 thank you for reading the epilogue!!

Tell me a golden retriever has not the same personality as Mikayla, I'm waiting😤

Also, I was listening to Just a Cloud Away by Pharell Williams and it reminded me of Mikayla too. I think I have to fight Jungkook because I want her instead🥲🥰

I found these memes on the internet and they are perfect for the story😂