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He was barely able to keep his hands off her.

Jungkook knew he should be gentler, but he couldn’t help himself. The need that was burning inside him was too raw, too strong, and the fact that Arin was giving in made it nearly impossible to stop himself. He was tired of holding back, tired of pretending that there wasn’t a fire smoldering between them.

And judging from the way she responded to him, Arin felt the same.

Their kisses turned more desperate, their lips pressing together with an urgency neither of them could control. Jungkook’s hands were everywhere, tracing the curve of her neck, her shoulder, her waist, moving under the hem of her nightgown until he was palming her breasts. They felt so small, so warm in his hands, and he groaned softly as she gasped, her back arching under his touch.

They kissed like this for what felt like hours, their bodies pressed together, their mouths never parting. But Jungkook was hungry for more, his cock pressing painfully against his jeans. He wanted her, needed her. And he didn’t want to wait anymore.

Slowly, he pushed her nightgown up her thighs, his fingers tracing the smooth skin of her legs as he went. Arin whimpered softly, her fingers tightening in his hair. She was saying yes without words.

When he finally got her gown up around her waist, Jungkook broke their kiss to take her in. Arin’s chest was heaving, her face flushed with need. Her legs were parted, her panties baring her body to his eyes. The sight of her nearly had him coming apart.

Jungkook wasted no time. He leaned down, his mouth trailing a path from her throat to her stomach, and finally, to the edge of her panties. Arin’s breath hitched softly, her head falling back as she watched him. She didn’t move when he tugged on her panties, sliding them off until she was bare before him.

He couldn’t help but stare. Her pussy was so pretty—pink, glistening, and perfect in every way. Jungkook’s mouth watered with anticipation.

Arin’s fingers were still tangled in his hair when he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her inner thigh. She gasped at the sensation, her legs trembling slightly. Jungkook smiled against her skin, nipping gently at her thigh, her hip, drawing closer to her pussy with every second. Her hand in his hair tightened when he was close enough to see that she was wet for him, but Jungkook didn’t dive in yet. He wanted to savor her.

He started slow. Jungkook drew his tongue out, swirling it around her clit in circles. Arin’s gasp made him smile. He did it again and again, each pass a little more deliberate, a little more insistent, until she was trembling under him. He paused, just for a second, to look up at her, to see if she was okay.

She was watching him, her eyes heavy-lidded, her cheeks flushed pink. Her fingers tightened in his hair as she nodded slightly.

Jungkook grinned and lowered his head again, this time closing his mouth around her clit and sucking. Arin’s moan was sharp, needy. He teased her like that for a while, sucking and licking her until she was shaking, her thighs trembling on either side of his head. He could tell she was close, and he couldn’t wait any more.

He pushed two fingers inside her without warning, curling them forward until they grazed that sweet spot inside her. Arin’s cry of pleasure made his cock throb.

Jungkook fucked her with his fingers, fast and hard, until he could feel her start to come apart. Her inner walls clamped down around his fingers, and her whole body began to tremble. He couldn’t resist any more. He pressed the flat of his tongue to her clit, flicking it back and forth, fast and rough, and she came apart around him.

Arin’s orgasm was beautiful to watch. Her back arched, her breasts jutting out, her whole body shaking as she gasped his name.

Jungkook let her ride out her orgasm, his tongue and fingers keeping her going until she finally came down. She was still shaking when she let go of his hair.

“Jungkook…” she moaned, her voice husky.

He smirked at the pet name. He loved hearing her call him that, but right now, he wanted to hear her beg for him.

Jungkook pulled back, slowly, drawing his fingers from her. He brought them to his lips, sucking off her juices. Arin watched with wide eyes. Her gaze was dark with lust as she watched him lick her off his fingers. It almost made him lose control, almost made him push inside her then and there, but he didn’t. He had other plans.

“Turn over,” he rasped, already knowing she would do whatever he wanted her to in this moment. She would let him do whatever he wanted to her.

Arin turned over obediently, pushing up onto her elbows. Jungkook crawled behind her, kneeling between her spread legs. She looked over her shoulder at him, her dark eyes questioning.

“Look down,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “Watch me.”

Arin turned back to look down at the bed between her legs.

Jungkook rubbed his cock against her cunt, not pushing in yet but just rubbing himself against her, dragging himself back and forth along the length of her slit, teasing the head of his cock with her folds. Arin moaned low in her throat. Her cunt was still swollen and sensitive from her orgasm, and the touch of his cock was making her shiver.

Jungkook groaned at the sight. He could feel himself dripping onto her, could feel his balls drawing up, could feel everything in him tensing as he waited to push inside her.

He held himself open with one hand, his other hand finding her clit as he rubbed himself along her folds. She moaned loudly, her hips pressing back against him.

“Please,” she moaned. “Fuck me.”

“Watch,” Jungkook commanded, his voice guttural.

Arin’s eyes stayed fixed on the spot between her legs, on the way his cock was rubbing along her cunt.

When Jungkook couldn’t wait anymore, he pushed forward, not going in all the way, just the head. Arin arched back against him, but Jungkook grabbed her hips, holding her in place.

He stayed like that, with just the head of his cock inside her, for long seconds. Arin writhed beneath him, pressing back against him and trying to take him in deeper. Jungkook just held her tight, holding her back with his hands on her hips.

Finally, he thrust forward. He groaned as he sank into her warm cunt, as her wet walls tightened around him. He stayed buried deep inside her, just letting her adjust to his size. Arin whimpered, her cunt fluttering around him, squeezing him tightly.

Jungkook couldn’t hold back any longer. He began to move inside her. His hands tightened on her hips as he started to thrust into her, each push of his hips bringing him deeper inside her cunt. He felt her walls fluttering around him with each thrust, could hear the way she was whimpering as he took her, the way her pussy was making a wet sound as he fucked her.

As he fucked her, Jungkook could feel all his tension draining away, could feel the anger that had been burning inside him finally being let loose. He wanted her like this, underneath him, taking him deep, letting him fill her up with his cock.

Arin moaned under him, pushing back against Jungkook with each thrust of his hips. She was already sensitive from coming, her entire pussy aching as he took her. She wanted to come again, wanted to feel him fill her up and make her come around him.

As Jungkook fucked her, his cock sliding into her cunt with ease, he began to rub her clit again with his fingers. His thumb found her clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. Arin cried out at the sensation, her back arching against Jungkook’s body.

“I’m going to cum,” he growled, his thrusts getting harder.

“Fuck,” she muttered. She could feel her climax building inside her again, the tension tightening low in her belly.

With a few more thrusts, Jungkook came. He groaned, pushing deep inside her as he came, his cock spurting cum deep inside her. The sensation of him filling her up, his cum spurting hot inside her cunt, sent her over the edge. Arin’s orgasm hit her hard, her pussy tightening around Jungkook’s cock as she came. She whimpered, moaned, and gasped for breath as she rode out her pleasure.

They collapsed against each other, both of them trying to catch their breath. For a few long moments they lay there together, wrapped in each other’s arms. The anger was gone, the frustration forgotten. All that was left was each other, warm and sated. They stayed like that for a long time, wrapped in each other. Jungkook didn’t move, didn’t try to pull out. He was still half-hard inside her, and he could feel her walls rippling against his cock with each breath she took. He wanted to stay like that forever, to stay buried deep inside her.

Finally, he felt himself grow soft, his cock shrinking inside her. Slowly, he pulled out. Arin sucked in a sharp breath as he pulled out of her. Jungkook shifted to roll off her
Wearing his clothes back.

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Both Arin and Jungkook sat in stunned silence, their hearts racing in tandem. It was a strange mix of exhilaration and embarrassment as they stared at each other, the weight of the moment pressing heavily on their shoulders.

“Um…” Arin began, brushing her hair behind her ear, trying to maintain her composure. “So… that was… something.”

“Yeah,” Jungkook replied, swallowing hard, his fingers still tingling from the contact. “It was just... You know?”

“Right!” they both exclaimed in unison, eyes widening in surprise. A small laugh escaped Arin's lips, breaking the tension. “Just a release, nothing more. We’re both adults. This doesn’t change anything between us.”

Jungkook nodded, feeling a strange mix of relief and confidence. “Exactly. Just... whenever we feel the need. It doesn’t mean anything more.”

“Yeah,” Arin agreed, feeling her cheeks flush slightly. “We can keep things simple. No strings attached, just… needs.”

“Perfect.” He let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, relieved that they were on the same page. “So, uh, if you ever want to… you know, just come over to my room, or I can come to yours, and we’ll figure it out from there?”

“Sounds good,” Arin replied, her expression serious but calm. “Just let me know if you need it.”

With that unspoken agreement, Jungkook took a step back, feeling the weight of the moment. He turned to leave, heading back to his room, satisfied with the direction things had taken. There was a sense of relief in the simplicity of it all; no complicated emotions to navigate, just two individuals with needs finding solace in one another.

Days turned into weeks, and the dynamic between them shifted subtly. What had started as an unexpected kiss in the living room grew into a routine neither of them had anticipated. Whenever the pressure built, or the frustration of their lives became overwhelming, they found comfort in each other’s arms.

Knocking on each other’s doors became second nature. They didn’t need to say much—just a quiet tap and a shared glance that spoke volumes. Each encounter felt natural, as if they had carved out a comfortable space within the chaos of their lives.

One evening, Arin found herself overwhelmed by the weight of a difficult day at work. Without overthinking it, she knocked lightly on Jungkook’s door. The moment he opened it, she stepped inside without a word, the need between them palpable.

“Hey,” Jungkook said, a knowing smile crossing his face.

“Hi,” she replied softly, her heart racing. Before they knew it, they were wrapped up in each other again, the world outside fading into the background.

Another night, it was Jungkook who sought her out, feeling the frustration from a long day weighing heavily on him. He knocked on her door, and when she opened it, he stepped in, closing the door behind him.

“Mind if I come in?” he asked, though he didn’t really need her permission.

“Not at all,” Arin said, a hint of relief washing over her. They both understood what the other needed without saying it aloud.

The pattern was simple: a quiet knock, a brief exchange of glances, and then they would fall into the familiar rhythm that had formed between them. Once the need was satisfied, they’d return to their respective rooms as if nothing had happened, each one back to their own world, unbothered by the other.

There was no lingering awkwardness anymore. No questions about where this was heading or what it meant. For both of them, it was nothing more than a mutual understanding. They needed each other for this—nothing more, nothing less.

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