Mikayla

I feel like heat waves are hitting me and I'm trapped under a rock. My eyes are still closed as I kick the thick comforter off my legs to give some relief to my sweating body.

I don't understand what type of person I am, because I freeze very easily, but also when it's just one degree too warm, it almost feels claustrophobic. My legs are now exposed to the air, but the weight still doesn't seem to be completely off.

I squint my eyes until I get used to the light and let out a yawn. My eyelashes flutter open and I am greeted by the morning sun. And that's when I realize where the weight is coming from. It's not too heavy that it knocks the breath out of me, but enough to make sure I can't move freely.

My head is still in a haze, so I take a few moments to wake up. I blink a few more times and come face to face with the clear vision of a huge arm wrapped around my waist. It feels warm under the weight, but oddly enough, it's rather safe and reassuring.

A smile creeps unnoticeably onto my face as I then realize whose arm is resting on me. I follow the soft skin that transitions into a broad shoulder and then come into view with a beautiful face.

Jungkook's eyes are closed and relaxed as he takes steady breaths. He is lying on his stomach, one arm hugging the pillow under his head and the other on my body, holding me close.

If this is the view I can wake up to every morning, then I don't mind the little bit of extra weight that makes me feel warm and bothered. In fact, I welcome everything that comes from him. He can crush me with his weight and I would thank him.

Okay, that was a little brutal.

I take the opportunity now that he is still sleeping to watch him. Maybe it's like a sneak, but how could I look away from him when he's so stunning and addictive? And after everything we did last night?

The white blanket only reaches his lower back, contrasting with his honey skin. The muscles in his back are prominent and strong, though he is not flexing them. His upper body lifts slightly from the mattress with each breath he takes quietly through his nose.

His raven curls fall a bit messy and sassy on his forehead, showing that he didn't care how they dried down after he practically drenched them in sweat. We were both so knocked out that neither of us considered a shower, and I'm not even grossed out by it.

I couldn't keep my eyes open for a second longer, that's how much Jungkook wore me out. I didn't really do much, but I didn't know that being intimate with someone could be so exhausting. My orgasm hit me harder than a truck.

And now that I have to think about it, warmth rushes to my cheeks and I blush. After I left my parents' house, I didn't even realize how the drive had dragged on, or maybe it was because I was so very impatient.

I had read somewhere that attraction toward someone starts outside the bedroom first. It's a mental process and it turned me on even more to know that the person I want to do it with cares about me. So it's kind of true.

The way he tenderly caressed me moved not only my body but so much more inside me. I couldn't stop staring at the way he moved, so desperately but so carefully. He assured me that he would not hurt me and for that I am grateful.

I had heard from others that the first time can be painful for some. For others, it is not painful at all and then there are women who hate their first time. Jungkook gave me all the time in the world until he was really sure I was comfortable enough for him to go on.

I could see the strain on his face as he held back and I again am so happy to have given my first time to the right person. I couldn't have imagined it with anyone else but him.

There was still the weird silence afterward, but I didn't get much of that anyway because I drifted right off to sleep. But I do remember him caring for me afterward, making sure I was hydrated and also cleaned up.

It ended up not hurting too much. Maybe it's because he prepared me properly or just knew how to handle me. It felt uncomfortable at first because it was an unfamiliar feeling of being full and pressured, but the pain went away quickly.

I still feel sore, which I notice as I try to pull away slowly from his embrace. It's tender and taut between my legs, but it's not bad enough that I can't get out of bed.

I look back over at Jungkook and that's when I notice the small scratches on the skin of his back. Did I do that? I want to reach out and touch my lips to them to soothe them, but I decide against it.

Instead, I turn the other way beneath Jungkook's arm. Ready to get out of bed and freshen up before he wakes up, I throw out a leg, but before I can even think about it, I'm pulled back by a strong tug.

"Where do you think you're going?" a deep, grumpy voice rings in my ear.

He embeds his nose in the crook of my neck and takes a deep breath. His position, still on his stomach, allows him to lift his head to look me in the eyes. I lose myself.

"Bathroom," I whisper, though I didn't mean to, cheeks turning a deep red.

I don't even know how this man managed to wake up so quickly and pull me back, even though he seemed to be in a deep sleep just a few minutes ago. He just stares at me, a look I've never seen before is written in his eyes. Silence lingers until he breaks it.

"Good morning," he says, continuing to stare.

I smile a little. "Good morning," I say back.

He turns to his side, propping himself up on his elbows, and I can't help but stare at his flexing muscles. "How are you feeling?" he asks, his eyes traveling down my body and even though the blanket is now covering me his gaze feels undressing.

I bite down on my lip. "I feel a little sore," I admit shyly. The single strand of hair that falls in his face catches my attention.

"Hmm." he hums, seemingly glad I'm not in pain before leaning down and planting a kiss on my neck.

I'm lost for words and my breath catches in my throat as he finds the weakest spot without searching too hard and sucks on it. I have to pull myself together to keep from releasing the moan that is currently fighting me to be set free.

I feel Jungkook's lips smirk against my skin. As if he likes to torture me with his ways of seduction.

"We'll be late." I remind him, my voice thick and strained as I run my fingers through his hair.

He looks up. "I'm your boss, you can't tell me we're going to be late," he says.

I'm shocked because is Jungkook teasing me right now?

I've never seen him like this before. But I like it. A lot.

"I can and I will." I grin, and that earns me a deep rumble as a chuckle.

"You can," he confirms, letting his eyes fly over my body one last time which almost makes my heart stop. "What time is it?"

"A little past 7," I inform.

"Shit." he curses, and for some reason, I always find it attractive when he curses. I need a new brain. "We're really going to be late."

He sits up straight and the sun shining through the curtain hits his honey-kissed skin. I admire every inch of him, which makes him beautiful as he brushes his hair out of his face and then gets out of bed. Thank goodness he has his briefs on because otherwise, I'd be staring there too.

I saw all of his body last night, but I can't seem to get enough of it. Everything but his ass, that is. Because he was on top of me? I mean, I was reaching for that round flesh when he was deep inside me and I was desperate for something to hold onto because I felt like I was melting away.

I need to stop.

"I'm going to take a shower," he says, looking over his shoulder and I clear my throat to avoid looking suspicious. "Join me."

And then he disappeares into the bathroom. Will I be able to hop in the shower with him without fainting from shyness? I don't know, but that doesn't mean I don't want it so badly.

I nibble on my bottom lip as I hear him brush his teeth and after a few minutes, the sound of running water rings out. Pushing all thoughts aside, I throw my legs over the side of the bed and get to my feet.

Jungkook's shirt on my body falls to my thighs and I only now notice that I'm not wearing any underwear underneath. My legs feel like jello as I walk past the discarded clothes from last night and continue heading to the bathroom.

Why does it make me nervous to know that Jungkook will be able to look at my naked body unhindered in a few minutes, even though he already did this a few hours ago? In fact, he did much more than just stare and that brings back the tickling feeling in my stomach.

With each approaching step, the sound of the water gets louder until I step onto the dark tiles that feel cold under my feet. The rain shower is right up against the furthest wall, big and offering space for more than just one person.

And there he is. Standing under the water. Naked and beautiful.

The hand of his tattooed arm is pressed against the tile above his head and the other hand against the glass partition on the other side so that with both arms outstretched he lets the water flow over his body.

His eyes are closed as he lets the fatigue drain away with the soothing water, and I'm not even sure he heard me come in. Or maybe he doesn't mind me taking the opportunity to burn everything of his into my memory, though I know it's not the last time I'll see him like this.

Still, Jungkook is a man who deserves to be admired every time. Not giving him attention would be an insult because he blesses my eyes with his body that would make even Adonis himself jealous.

I can feel the heat pooling inside me as I let my eyes fall from his broad shoulders to his sculpted chest and on to his chiseled abs. Each of the six is visible without having to search hard, and each of them deserves a kiss.

My eyes darken with desire as I explore his defined V and his strong thighs and his—

He's not fully erect, but it's impossible to miss that his morning hormones have him excited. Or maybe he's just having wild thoughts like me.

His eyes open at a moment when I least expected it and with our meeting gaze, something flashes in the dark brown. He runs his hand over his face and hair, getting rid of the drops that blur his vision of me.

I smile innocently at him as if I hadn't devoured him with my eyes in the last few seconds and he just smirks, not bothering to hide his naked body from me. Bold and daring me to join him if I'm strong enough.

I am, but I'm not also.

I walk over to the sink and grab the toothbrush Jungkook gave me the last time I stayed here. Brushing my teeth, I can feel his gaze on me the whole time like he's impatient and pulling me toward him with invisible ropes.

My heart pounds in my throat as the shyness returns, because I can't help thinking that the glistening water droplets on his skin resemble last night's sweat. I can't help but replay his growls and grunts in my ears.

Or the way he moved on top of me, between my legs. How he praised me for being so good for him. How good I feel and how long he has waited to be inside me, on top of me, everywhere.

With my cheeks red and burning, I then dare to pull the shirt on my body over my head and display my body to him again. He doesn't hesitate to let his eyes roam over every inch of bare skin, making me want to cover myself with my hands. Not because I don't want him to look, but because I'm shy.

A smile pulls at my lips as I then join him in the shower, not yet under the water. He smiles back, dropping his arms from his sides, and steps aside so I can soak myself. I thank him in a small voice and let the warmth fall over my tired limbs.

It is silent and except for the splashing water, nothing echoes in the bathroom. I wet my hair and then brush it from my face. My eyelashes are full of droplets as I look up at him. He has his head cocked to the side and is watching me.

We end up staring at each other, sometimes letting a breathy laugh slip. All of him is wet muscle, strong and aroused. Beautifully veined. I want to lick at every ridge so I can find my way to his heart.

"Come here." he rasps, and we both find ourselves under the spray at the same time.

He doesn't have to find excuses to run his hands over my body because he owns every part of me. He follows the line of my spine to the front over my ribs and down to my hips, where he keeps them for now.

He kisses at the drops at my jaw and shivers run down to my toes and right between my legs. I take the opportunity to memorize all of him myself and he is so gorgeous it makes me weak in the knees.

"Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are?" he asks in a heavy voice as his hands explore my slippery thighs.

"Last night," I tell him, remembering how deeply flowers blossomed in my chest when those words left his lips.

He turns me around so that my back is now against his chest. "Just last night?" he wonders as if berating himself for it. I nod. "Not enough."

His fingers coast along the inside of my legs, hot and dangerously close to the spot that's starting to throb in need. I'm getting hotter by the second, beginning to think it's possible to sweat even when standing under the water.

I feel him against my lower back as he presses himself closer to me and oh how delicious that feeling is. I can't get enough of him and I could get used to the feel of him, hard and ready. He was inside me last night and I can't help but want it again.

"Jungkook," I whisper his name and he hums in response, showing that he's listening as his hands are now massaging my breasts. "I want you again."

He licks and bites at my shoulder as those words reach his ears. He seems to be thinking about it, really considering it, because I can feel his erection twitching, but he shakes his head.

"You're sore." he reminds me matter-of-factly, and I want to protest, to tell him I don't care, but he beats me to it. "But this will relieve you."

And then he eases his hand between my thighs. I can't keep the sound bottled up inside me, and it bounces off the tiles. My foot slides to the side, spreading myself wider for him so he has better access.

He presses harder into me with every sound I make, because it feels heavenly the way he paints little circles on my skin. He ends up holding my front against the cold tiles and I feel my nipples getting harder than they already were.

I'm afraid I might get addicted to the way he groans in my ear because he can't stand how good I feel. His words, not mine. He keeps his fingers on a spot that drives me crazy, because he figures it wouldn't make a difference if he slipped in his cock since I'm sore so he doesn't insert them.

He knows what he is doing, always touching me where it aches the most. Where I cry out to him the most, without any unnecessary words. He rubs up and down, in circles, and sometimes adding more pressure that makes me sing.

He rocks his hips against me because he needs to release himself and that's why I reach behind me and take him in my small hand. He's groaning and I'm in awe of how hard and big he feels.

I don't know what I'm doing or if what I'm doing at the moment is right, but from the heavy breathing in my ears I can feel it's good enough for him, making his fingers stay in place on me for a few seconds.

He steadies himself by bracing his free hand against the tiles above my head while his other fingers are still working on me. I won't last long without coming undone, but I try not to hold back. I couldn't anyway even if I wanted to.

"The tip, love," he instructs in a strained voice as he trembles against me. "That's where I'm most sensitive."

I make a mental note of how to best pleasure him and move my hand up and down his body. I focus as he wanted me to on his angry tip and it earns me beautiful moans of pleasure. He is slippery and tense and throbbing in my grip, a feeling I could never forget so easily.

He goes back to working on me and soon we are shaking and cursing in each other's embrace. He's all over me, the smell of fresh soap on his skin filling my nostrils. He thrusts his hips into my hand, needing more friction and I can barely hold myself up.

"Are you going to make me come?" he asks, his voice rough and smoky against my cheek as he leaves a kiss there. "I'm going insane, and I'm not even inside you."

"Jungkook." I moan his name and my eyes close on their own, though I struggle against it. "Ah, I'm going to—"

"Yeah, me too." he agrees. "Let me feel you, Mikayla."

And then he cups my entire pussy with his large palm, his fingers pressing firmly against my entrance, which leads me to let go. My legs shake and are having a hard time holding my weight up as I come undone, his name a constant chant on my tongue.

"That's it. Give me all of it." he coos, and I didn't even notice that my hand around him had come to a stop because I was shaking so much.

After regaining my breath, I move my fingers along his length, feeling the veins and soft skin. He still has me pressed against the tiles, his breathing now heavier again with each movement.

It's not long before he empties himself into my hand and against the tiles, grunting in a way that sounds like music to me. His hand comes down on my free one, which is pinned to the wall, and he intertwines our fingers.

Jungkook makes intimacy sound like an understatement, an inadequacy, because he consumes and holds everything of me inside, not giving me back to myself.

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By the time we finally arrive at the company, we're almost running late. Not late for others, perhaps, but certainly for Jungkook, because he is always one of the first to be present. We made a stop at my apartment again so I could change into proper clothes rather than wearing yesterday's.

I'm thinking of leaving some clothes at Jungkook's house, just in case, because it's now the second time we've had to make a stop since I didn't have fresh clothes ready, but I don't want to come across as imposing.

What if he feels too pressured and like I'm forcing him to do it? I'm sure he doesn't think that, but it's still a thought that crosses my mind from time to time. He could bring some clothes to my apartment too. In case he stays at mine, which he hasn't done so far.

He stops - as he always does - at a spot a few feet away from the company to drop me off. It's something that we have both come to terms with because we are still not comfortable with the idea of anyone seeing us.

I turn to him as the wheels of the car come to a stop. A smile forms as if to make up for not going up in the elevator together. And I don't forget to plant the kiss on his lips that he always waits for before I get off.

He pulls me back to him. "How am I supposed to work when all I can think about is last night and this morning?" he says against my lips and I blush.

"Simple. You don't think about it." I joke and he slides his tongue along the inside of his cheek. He knows I'm kidding, but still, I can't stop thinking that he looks so attractive when angry. "I'll see you later."

"See you later," he says back, and I get out of his car.

By the time I reach the forty-second floor, it's already crowded. Everyone is working on their computers and I quickly get to work as well. Setting my bag down on my desk, I look around and spot Megan sipping her coffee.

With our meeting eyes, her right eyebrow raises. She glances at her wristwatch. "You're kind of later than usual."

"Yeah, I know," I say quickly, trying to cover it up. "I woke up late."

"Hmm, I see." I avoid eye contact, but she makes it hard for me. "Wait, what's that?"

"Huh?" before I can respond she's already beside me inspecting my neck.

"Is that a hickey?" she raises both of her eyebrows now. I shake my head. "I'm professional enough to know when a hickey has been tried to be covered with concealer."

Damnit she is right. I've even watched her do it countless times.

"Oh my God!" she gasps then, her eyes getting big and she sets her coffee mug on the desk behind me. "You two fucked!"

"Megan, can you stop letting the whole company know that I had sex!" I whisper-shout as I hush her.

"So you're admitting it?" she grins, and I only now realize what I've said. "You have that glow. You look beautiful."

I snort and let my guard down. "Thank you," I say, hiding a shy smile.

Megan gives me a hug. "I'm so happy for you!" she says. And then she pulls back. "How was it? How was he? Is he big? I bet he is."

Megan is actually an introvert, but sometimes - in situations like these - she likes to let her inner extrovert come out and flood me with questions. I love it when she has these bursts of energy and it brings a smile to my face.

I tell her that now is not the time to talk about it and that I might share some details with her during lunch.

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A/N: Sweaty Jungkook is my fav. And horny Mikayla too🫠