Jungkook didn't expect it to be so difficult for him to try to sleep when he had Y/n sleeping right into the next room. So damn close yet not close enough. As he stared up at the ceiling, all he could think was having her soft body under him, pushing her to submission and fucking her as he pleased. But he knew today was a hell lot of an emotional ride for her with her mother trying to push down her confidence and manipulate her emotions. So he let his desires slide.

And while all the time that they ate their dessert, he tried to stay focused at her sweet philosophy and adorable comebacks, all he could think was of the ways to fuck her in every position while they stayed in Bangkok.

They hadn't had sex since they arrived here. It was almost five days and he barely had a day or two left in his hand to fuck her to oblivion. Earlier they were busy with the presentations but they couldn't ignore the heating desire that erupted between them. However, they managed to keep their hands to themselves and not jump on each other's bodies.

But today, the presentation was done. And he thought today was a great opportunity to have her in his bed while she screamed his name. Unfortunately, today was a tiring day for her, so he decided to let her sleep on her way. But the flash of disappointment he had seen in her eyes, when they reached for their respective rooms made it difficult for him to keep his hands off her.

He didn't want to take advantage of her emotional torment. But his unruly dick, that was currently penting the sheet draped over his hips was protesting his decision a big time and everytime he closed his eyes to concentrate on something bigger and better all he could think was of different positions he would fuck her in.

Knowing he wasn't going to get any rest, he rose from his bed and since he slept naked it was easier for him to wrap a fistful around his length and stroke himself while imaging her.

And just as he started stroking himself, he heard the door next to his door open, followed by a few steps down the stairs. He waited for a good five minutes wanting to make sure everything was fine and she didn't need anything or had another panic attack. When he didn't hear her return, he decided to go and investigate himself. Good thing for him, all this while his erection decided to subside, giving him an opportunity to wear his sweatpants and head downwards.

He found her in the living room, her back towards him and her eyes focusing on nature's beauty in front of her. The hem of her white shirt reached to her mid thigh, giving him a perfect view of her naked and toned legs. Her hair was open and she was stripped from her makeup looking beautiful , just like he liked her.

She seemed lost in her thoughts, but when she saw his reflection on the window a subtle smile rested on her lips. Getting closer to her, she inhaled his minty and masculine scent, shuddering at the close proximity as his naked chest touched her arm.

"Hey." He spoke softly, "Is everything alright?"

"Yeah." She said smiling up at him and took a few extra seconds to take a good look of his sculpted torso. "I went to the kitchen to drink water, but I saw how beautiful and calm everything looks so I stopped here. It's just like your house in Seoul."

"That's the reason I shifted there. The view and the privacy." His house had the first half covered with glass and French doors while the second half had the walls and a fireplace. It was beautiful how by sitting at any corner in his living room he could enjoy the magnificent view of nature. Best thing was they didn't have many houses in the neighbourhood and all the houses of that area were separated at a great distance so there was no interference with anyone's privacy.

"You chose that house because you could walk around naked without worrying about anyone seeing you?" She teased.

"Among other things." He replied with a wicked grin.

Those other things seemed to pulse between them, because he knew they were both thinking about how those windows could add a whole new and illicit dimension to fucking—providing the risk and excitement of exhibitionism but without the reality of getting caught. He could easily imagine pushing her naked body up against the cool glass while he slid into her from behind. His dick twitched at the thought.

As if she could feel the heat between them, she glanced back at the view. From her peripheral vision she could see his messed up hair, his fast breathing and his perfect skin that shined brighter under the moonlight.

"This morning things were pretty fucked up for me." She started, cutting the quiet atmosphere. "But I am glad the night isn't as bad as the morning was. Thanks to you."

"No need to thank me. I was happy to see how inhibited you were in my presence. I liked the chocolate dripping all over your mouth."

They chuckled and as they stared at one another, their smiles faded away. He reached out and dragged his thumb along the softness of her cheek and didn't hold back to say what he felt. "I know I sound selfish but I want you so bad."

"You are not alone." She whispered, not bothering to hide her desire in her eyes. "I want you as well."

Another bold and daring invitation that was wreaking havoc with his dwindling willpower. "Y/n." His voice was gruff and he watched her intently as she shyly swiped her tongue across her dry lip. "You are making it hard for me to be good."

"I don't want you to be good. I want you to be bad and merciless with me. I want you to show me what heaven in Jeon Jungkook’s life feels like."

She lifted her hand and touched the cool tips of her fingers against the hollow of his throat, then slowly, gradually caressed them down the middle of his chest, along his abs, and followed the line that led to the waistband of his sweatpants and the hard length of his eager cock.

He groaned, his chest heaving, and before she could cup him in her hand, he grabbed her hips and hauled her body up against his. She gasped, her eyes widening, but not in shock. No, they were fucking triumphant because she had managed to get under his skin.

He backed her up, and when her ass hit the edge of his dining table, he lifted her so she was sitting on the flat surface. Holding her gaze, he pushed her thighs wide apart and stepped in between, making sure she could feel every fucking inch of his aching dick pressing against that sweet spot between her legs.

He buried his hands in her hair, gently tugging on the roots to tip her head back so she couldn’t look away. And fuck the look in her eyes was enough to give him the answers of all questions he had in his mind.

"You know what they say.." she said provocatively, already unbuttoning her shirt to give him a view of the sexy lingerie she wore within. "..they say all good boys go to heaven, but bad boys bring heaven to you. So just show me how bad you can be, Jeon."

She finished kissing the shell of his ear and that was enough for him to press his length against her wetness and his lips to her skin, biting and nipping it.

With a soft, sensual moan, she tightened her thighs against the sides of his legs as she once again trailed her fingers back down his chest and pushed her hands straight into his pants before he could stop her a second time. Her palm slid down the length of him, and when her thumb slicked over the head of his sensitive cock, already slippery with pre-cum, it was his turn to groan from the sheer bliss of having her soft, slender fingers touching him, stroking him.

He released his hold on her hair and caught both of her wrists, pulling them out of his pants. She protested with a soft mewling sound, but he wasn’t about to let her dictate how tonight was going to go. If she wanted to be in his heaven, she should learn that he was the only king in his empire and only he had authority over her.

He wanted to luxuriate in her pleasure and her soft, sweet moans and sighs. He wanted to make her come, so hard that her body shook with the force of it, then came again and again. He wanted her pussy to be sore tomorrow morning so she’d think of him all day and remember all the ways he’d marked her, claimed her, and had been a part of her.

They were lofty goals he was more than prepared to achieve, and he had hours to make her ache so fucking good.

"Put your hands on the table behind you,” he ordered as he let go of her wrists.

She didn’t hesitate to do as he requested. She braced her palms on the flat surface, which, in turn, arched her back and pushed her chest out like an offering. He had a clear view of her exquisite body, and he took a moment to appreciate the womanly curves she had.  Her breasts were full and generous, her hard nipples already tight and begging to be sucked that looked delicious under her bra. His avid gaze leisurely made its way lower, taking in the slight indentation of her waist and the swell of the feminine hips he couldn’t wait to grab on to as he fucked her.

He smiled lazily when he reached her panties, which were white silk and lace with a tiny pink bow right in the centre of the waistband. Pure innocence worn by a temptress, all wrapped up like an irresistible present. He did another slow trek up her torso, and when he met her gaze, her eyes were already dilated and half-dazed with lust. As he watched, she bit her bottom lip, then closed her eyes and tilted her head back so that her wavy hair cascaded behind her and the delicate arch of her throat beckoned for him to taste.

Flattening his hands on either side of her hips, he leaned in and brushed his lips along her neck in soft, fleeting kisses, inhaling the familiar scent of sweet vanilla. She shivered and sighed as he nuzzled his face against her skin, then moaned long and loud when he placed hot, damp, open-mouthed kisses up to the shell of her ear. His tongue flicked out, he gently bit her skin and she gasped and whimpered impatiently so she could rub her breast to his chest.

Without pausing, he dipped his head lower and captured a pert nipple between his lips, sucking hard and strong while dragging his teeth across the hardened tip through her bra . She cried out at the unexpected sting of pain, which he instantly soothed with a slow, wet, swirling lick of his tongue before moving on to her other breast. As he worshipped her perfect tits, she squirmed impatiently and started to pant, then beg.

“Please, please, please,” she chanted softly, breathlessly. And when that didn’t make him speed up the process any, she finally moved her hands and clutched at his shoulders digging her fingers into his skin. She spread her thighs wider and bent her knees back to give him better access to her body and assault her the way he wanted to.

Her legs were bent on either side of his waist and she curled her long, slender legs around him to pull him forward until the thick length of his pulsing cock nudged against the damp silk fabric covering her sex. They groaned loudly and he was sure that the other members in the house definitely heard them.

He didn’t have a condom on him, and besides, before he sank into her pussy, he intended to acquaint that part of her with his mouth, his fingers, his tongue. He wanted to eat her up and make her scream his name. He wanted to make her mindless with ecstasy. And for that, he needed a soft bed to spread her out on.

He slid his hands beneath her ass and lifted her into his arms. “Tighten your legs around my waist,” he said, and she immediately obeyed, clinging to him like he was her lifeline.

He started down the hall, and she slid her hand around the back of his neck,kissing his pulse. Somehow, someway he made it into his bedroom and laid her back on the mattress. She was reluctant to let him go, but he entangled her legs around him.

"Touch yourself for me.”

Her mouth went dry. “What?”

“You heard me.” His low, velvety voice was an invitation to sin. “I want to see you pleasure yourself. I want to see how you touch yourself thinking about me. For my eyes only. ”

She shook her head. "I want you to touch me."

A devilish gleam filled Jungkook’s eyes. He leaned close and whispered in her ear, “If you don’t touch yourself, I’ll not touch you the entire night.”

A shiver of desire rippled through her. She stared at him, and had no doubt that he’d make good on his threat if she refused to do as he’d asked. His hand was already leaving her skin in a teasing way, the heat of his touch igniting every molecule in her body.

She’d never masturbated in front of anyone before. She’d done it plenty of times in the privacy of her own bedroom, but never before an audience. It seemed fitting that her first time would be with Jungkook. No doubt she’d be experiencing many more “firsts” with him.

Pulse pounding, Y/n reached under her panties and tentatively touched herself. Of course she was already drenched.

Staring into his eyes, watching him watch her, she leaned back against the cushions and slowly, provocatively, spread her legs. She licked two of her fingertips, which still tasted sweetly of fudge, then slid them into her wet, aching pussy. Her body arched, a soft sigh of pleasure escaping her lips. She pushed her fingers inside as far as they’d go, pressing the hot flesh of her inner walls, following the curve of her pelvis.

Holding her gaze, Jungkook settled back against the couch, right in front of the bed and stretched out his long legs. But she wasn’t fooled for a second by his relaxed pose. She could feel the heat and tension radiating from his body. And when the moon light above him illuminated , she saw the unmistakable bulge of his erection straining against his pants.

The experience of being watched by him was unbearably arousing, unbearably erotic. Slowly, deliberately, she began moving her fingers in and out of her body. Her nipples hardened beneath her bra, begging for attention. With her free hand she cupped her tight breast, tweaking and tugging at the nipple until it felt hot and achy right at her sensitive point.

Jungkook watched her, nostrils flaring, eyes glittering feverishly. She expected him to pounce on her at any minute, but he remained still, exercising the same willpower that had kept him away from her all night.

Y/n shoved her fingers deeper, feeling her wetness leak out onto her hand. Wanting to torment Jungkook, to push him to the limits of his self-control, she withdrew her hand and held it up only to shove her fingers inside her mouth and moan. When Jungkook saw the moisture glistening on her fingers, he sat forward, his fist clenching and unclenching on his thigh.
Y/n felt a surge of wicked satisfaction.

She licked her fingertips, tasting herself before sliding her fingers back into the warm sheath of her body. Smothering a groan, Jungkook slid on the couch and spread his legs as if he could no longer keep them together, as if his erection had grown so massive inside his dark pants that he couldn’t contain it. His reaction excited and electrified her.

He was a man of control and people worshipped the floor he walked on. She had seen how powerful he was in terms of money, strength, connections and self control. But seeing him like this, his self control shredding, gave her too much of erotic pleasure.

Leaning her head back against the bed, she closed her eyes and worked her fingers faster, alternately thrusting them inside and running them in tight circles against her swollen clit.

Soon she was panting, and so was Jungkook. The harsh rhythm of their breathing nearly drowned out the clattering of wind sounds.

Opening her heavy-lidded eyes, she saw that Jungkook looked at her with primal hunger. A current of electricity ran from his body to hers. As they stared into each other’s eyes, Y/n imagined him sinking to his knees in front of her, burying his mouth between her legs and sucking her clitoris as only he could do. She imagined wrapping her legs around his neck, holding him tightly in place as he sucked and licked her, feasting on her pussy as if it were dipped in the finest imported chocolate.

And then she imagined his long, hot tongue thrusting deep inside her. That pushed her over the top.

She cried out and dissolved, shivering from head to toe.

As the violent spasms gradually tapered off, she slumped against the bed and grinned weakly at Jungkook.

Without a word he reached over and took her hand. As she stared at him, he drew her slick fingers into his mouth and sucked hard, his eyes closing in helpless ecstasy.
She almost lost it again.

When he’d sucked her fingers dry, he kissed them one at a time, then grabbed her chin to stare right into her eyes. Her belly quivered at the sight of his huge erection tenting the front of his pants.

She wanted him to fuck her, but she knew by the animalistic hunger in his eyes that her safety was long gone for all that she teased him right now. She was under his mercy now and he would show her stars that would twinkle in her entire body throughout the week.

"Jungkook." She whispered his name, a seductive plea on her lips.

A satisfactory grin tugged the corner of his lips. Her response delighted him and made him hotter than fuck. "Beg, Y/n."

She shivered and groaned, and shocked the hell out of him when she admitted in a quiet, submissive whisper. "Control me, please."

He smirked, "Tonight , we are not stopping until you are screaming your lungs out to let everyone know who fucking owns you. Who do you belong to, Cupcake?" He asked cunningly, while caressing her cheek.

She shivered at the darker, more assertive tone of his voice. "You."

"That's not what I want to hear." He said on a low, fierce growl, pulling her hair to stare in her eyes. "Say it properly. Or else you don't come tonight."

"I belong to Jeon Jungkook." She said almost eagerly. She was surprised how putty she was in his hand and how good he was in controlling her.

She was aware of her masochistic side, but this was a completely different experience. Her mother would surely have a cardiac arrest if she ever came to know about the sexual affinities her daughter had behind closed doors.

He chuckled as he played with the strings of his pants. The wet patch on her panties made him lose his mind.

Framing her face between his hands, he leaned down touching and kissing every part of her skin and he felt he would die if he didn't touch her.

Needing to touch him, she placed her hands on his hard chest and dragged them downward, using her fingers to trace the hard outline of his slabs until she reached his pants. She followed the waistband around his bare back and skimmed her flattened palms up his spine. She had seen him shirtless a lot of times, but he managed to make her lose her mind every time with his Greek God looks and soft skin.

Groaning in her ears, he ground his hips against hers. The rough material of his pants nudged her mound. Her sex wept with need and she had to resist the urge to climb on him and wrap her legs around his waist so that the heavy bulge in his pants would give relief to her needy body.

Instead, she sank her fingers into the muscles of his back and dragged down the length of his back.

Catching her wrists, he stared right into her eyes. "Behave like a good girl if you want to be fucked."

A sly grin touched her lips, her eyes shining with hints of disobedience. "And if I can not?"

His lips curved into a seductive amusement. "Then you get punished like a whore."

His hands clasped her jaw and he swiped one of his fingers across her swollen, damp lip and pushed it past her teeth. Holding his gaze, she closed her mouth around his finger and swirled her tongue around the digit, knowing full well where his imagination would go.

His eyes darkened with lust. "God, your mouth.." he growled. "I am going to shove my cock in your mouth and you better take it like a good girl. "

He slid his finger back out of her mouth with a suctioning pop sound. And because she wasn't going to give up so easily, she taunted him instead, "I will try my best. But I cannot guarantee."

A hot, depraved look passed across his features, letting her know that he had absolutely no qualms in setting her right if she continued getting on his nerves.

He slid one of his hands through her hair, pulling it away from her face until he had fistful gathered at the back of her head. He tightened his hold on her strands, twisting them in a way that reminded her who really was in charge in the bedroom.

Her heart raced in anticipation, and there was absolutely nothing she could do to stop the dampness of her panties.

"Get on your knees." He ordered and with the bed on her back and him at the front, she had no chance of further playing him.

She knelt in front of him and awaited his next command.

"I like it when you act nice." He murmured, though the hold on her hair didn't loosen a bit. "Now open my pants, and take out my cock. " He tugged her hair, loving how she grew wetter each time her scalp touched pain. "And don't try to use your sass here. Right now your mouth has a sole purpose of pleasuring me."

Her breathing escalated as she loosened the strings of his pants , dragging the waistband down the length of his hips. Lord, his cock looked gorgeous. It was better than all the descriptions  of the book and all the images of pornstars she had in her head. Thick and smooth and big and perfectly shaped.

With his free hand , he fisted his fingers around his erection and pumped the length once, twice- slowly and erotically until a bead of precum decorated the tip of his hard, long length. Without thinking, she licked her lips. The erotic sight of him stroking his own shaft, and his proof of arousal made her thighs clench together in an attempt to ease the growing ache between them.

"Open." He pressed the tip of his head against her bottom lip, and she licked away the drop of fluid on the tip, making him groan hoarsely. "Take me in, Cupcake. Now."

Placing her hands on his hard thighs, she opened wide as he pushed his way inside. She took him all the way in the back of her throat , then let him slide out until she was just sucking the crown. She did it again, slow and slick and he cursed under his breath, bracing himself. With one hand wrapped in her hair, he guided her head and she let him dictate the pace, the rhythm, as he controlled her.

With every deep stroke, his salty taste filled her mouth and his male scent filled her senses. She sucked him in, then back out, again and again, even as his thrusts grew harder, more frantic. She reached between his legs and palmed his balls, and when his groans increased in volume and he shouted out a series of “yes, fuck yes, fuck yes,” she continued to massage
them until they tightened and his body began to shake and she knew she’d
driven him to the edge. She relished the fact that she’d brought him to this delirious point.

“Jesus . . .” he rasped. His legs started to tremble as she pulled him to the back of her throat once more and swallowed around him. "You take me so well."

He drew quick, shallow breaths, and then his shaft pulsed against her tongue, his hips jerking erratically as he climaxed with a raw shout of pleasure that gave her an equal amount of satisfaction. When he was completely spent, he dropped his head and released her hair, allowing her to finally move.

She glanced up, her gaze taking in all those amazing muscles along his abdomen. Combined with those artistic sleeves of tattoos, his body was a work of art. Unable to resist, and since he was still in the process of recovering, she pressed an open-mouthed kiss right below his navel and smiled when he groaned.

With her tongue, she licked her way upward, leisurely following the pathway of all those delicious ridges and grooves along his stomach. When she scraped her teeth across a nipple, he hissed out a startled breath and cupped a hand around the back of her neck to haul her all the way up so she was standing in front of him again.

He pulled her back and touched his forehead to hers. "That mouth of yours is fucking lethal."

He lifted his head and stared into her eyes, an arrogant smile curving his lips. “Don't think you aren't getting punished."

"I thought you would reward me." She spoke.

"You have no idea what is going to happen to you.' He pulled up his pants and then moved out of her way. “Go sit on the couch and wait for me."

Her breath hitched in her lungs, and she kept her knees pressed together as she sat on the couch and started to remove her bra.

He quickly stopped her. "You don't touch without my permission." he said huskily, but didn’t touch her like she wanted him to. "And right now it’s all about getting my fill of that sweet spot between your thighs. Spread your legs nice and wide for me, so I can taste exactly how sweet my Cupcake is.” He licked his lips. “Remove your panties for me.”

And she did, letting the lace drag down her toned legs. Realising just how much in control he was, she exposed herself a little.

"More, Y/n." This time, he sounded impatient and much more assertive, and she gasped as he placed his palms on her knees and forced them as wide as they would go, shredding every last one of her inhibitions.

Her fingers sank into the couch cushions as he stared at the swollen folds that had parted like a flower for him, pouty lips that glistened with so much dewy moisture. She watched as his big hands slowly slid up the insides of her thighs, and she made a soft, mewling sound in the back of her
throat when he reached her sex and brushed the pads of his thumbs along
the outer crease, making her desperate to feel his caresses on all that sensitive, throbbing flesh.

"Jungkook." She spoke frantically. "Fuck me."

Satisfaction gleamed in his hungry eyes. "How do you want my mouth and
tongue on this pussy?” he asked as he placed a hot, wet kiss on the inside of her thigh and slowly licked his way up to the apex, stopping just short of her core. “Soft and slow, or hard and fast?"

"Both, please."

"Greedy girl." He murmured, his breath scalding her seconds before he buried his mouth between her legs and completely took over her senses.

He started soft and slow, his tongue lapping the entire length of her sex and curling around her clit with teasing swirls, causing her entire body to arch towards his wicked mouth in a silent request to fuck her harder.

With every deliberate lick, every persistent stroke, every dip of his tongue pushing inside of her, he gave her no choice but to take the pleasure he inflicted, at his own sweet pace. It was maddening, breathtaking, and when he slid two fingers deep and rubbed along her inner walls, the
an overload of sensation had her delirious for release.

Whimpering with need, she shoved her fingers through his hair, shamelessly pulling him closer. But he stopped.

"Don't make me tie your hands to remind you who dominates here." He spoke against her lower lips, his words creating a vibration against her core.

"Please I need you, Jungkook." She begged, not caring how helpless she sounded right now.

He finally obliged, latching on to that
sensitive bundle of nerves and using his teeth and tongue to propel her toward an unbelievable peak. Her entire body jolted with the force of the orgasm surging through her. Her head fell back against the couch and she closed her eyes, crying out his name as a tidal wave of ecstasy crashed over her, leaving her wrecked and overwhelmed from so much sensation.

She felt him move away, and she didn’t know how much time had passed before she was able to lift her head and open her eyes again. He was sitting, completely naked, on the bed across from where she was sprawled on the sofa. He’d obviously had enough time to take off all his clothes, and he was clearly way more comfortable in his nudity than she was in hers as he reclined casually, his long, solid legs slightly spread.

He was so gorgeous and hot and verile. His shaft was thick and hard again, curving up against his lower abdomen.

He lifted the belt she just realised he’d brought when her eyes were closed and snapped the leather strap, causing her heart to double its beat and a secret thrill to spine through her—proof of just how much she did trust him, especially since she had no idea what he intended to do with that belt.

Whatever it was, she knew it would lead to pleasurable pain, not the kind of pain that left scars on her soul or even her body, and that knowledge soothed any unease she might have had.

"Get on your hands and knees and crawl over here to me." He commanded her.

Shock ripped through her. She liked being submissive and she had read books with such positions but when in reality she had to do it, it excited and made her nervous at the same time.

But when she looked at him, she realised he was the same man who calmed her during her panic attack. He was the same man who took her side in front of her mother.

He was the only dominant man she would ever kneel for.

Going down on all fours, she did as he ordered and moved toward him slowly, seductively, her hands and knees moving in sync. She put an extra sway into her hips, and celebrated in her own bit of satisfaction when her sensual ploy didn’t go unnoticed by him. By the time she reached Jungkook and knelt in front of the bed, the heat and hunger burning in his gaze were hot enough to sear her.

"Come up here and straddle my thighs." He said, his voice sandpaper rough.

She moved up onto the bed, spreading her knees wide apart on either side of his thighs so she was sitting astride his lap. A very small bit of space separated her aching sex from his engorged shaft, but knowing it was so close made her all the more anxious to feel his cock deep inside her again.

He didn’t touch her, and it was pure agony waiting for that initial contact, and where it would be.

"Now you can take off your bra so I can see your pretty breasts," he said as a slow, wicked grin claimed his lips. "And if you’re good, I might even touch them and suck them."

Without hesitation, she unclasped her bra and dropped it on the floor beside the bed. Completely naked now, she felt her heart beat wildly in her chest. His gaze took in her breasts almost reverently, and beneath his avid stare, her nipples puckered into
tight, hard points, begging for his warm, wet mouth. She was already so aroused she had to swallow back a needy moan.

He lifted the belt and slid the leather across his palm, reminding her of its existence. "Put your hands together behind your back."

And now she knew what he had in mind. Realising just how vulnerable and defenceless that would make her, she felt edgy.

"Do you trust me to make you feel good, Cupcake?” he asked softly.

He knew being bound wasn't a perfect experience . He didn't want her to feel that she was forced to do anything against her will. He wanted to assure her that even if he had a dominant hand in the bedroom, she always had the choice to say no and stop him, but little did he know she had a fetish for his cruel, sadistic side.

"Yes, I trust you,"she said, and put her hands together at the base of her spine as
proof.

He searched her expression, and she loved that he cared enough to be concerned about her physical and emotional well-being. He must have seen
the assurance he was looking for, because he finally reached behind her with the belt. As he held her gaze, he looped the leather strap around her wrists and through the buckle, securing it tight enough to restrain her but loose enough that it wasn’t uncomfortable.

The position pulled her shoulders back, which in turn thrust her breasts out like an offering. He took them in his hands, squeezing her flesh and rolling her nipples between his skillful fingers until that tugging and pinching became almost too much to bear. She moaned, her sex clenching as he rubbed his thumbs in slow, torturous circles around her areolas.

"Fuck, you are so goddamn beautiful and perfect". H said, his tone possessive as his gaze followed his hands as they skimmed
along her waist, then disappeared around to her backside. “Every single fucking inch of you."

She treasured those sweet uncensored words, because it wasn’t often that she thought of herself that way when she was so emotionally and physically flawed. But right now, with Jungkook, she felt imperfectly perfect, and yes, beautiful, too.

His hands splayed over her bottom, gripping her ass as he hauled her
forward, until the lips of her sex were pressed against the length of his shaft
in a hot, wet, intimate kiss. “Feel that, Cupcake ?” he asked as he rolled his hips,
grinding his cock against her drenched folds and coating himself with all
the slick moisture from the last orgasm he’d given her. “I already came once
in your mouth, and I’m already so fucking hard for you again.”

She bit her bottom lip as he continued to rock against her core, the pressure and friction making her body come alive all over again. With each intentional stroke , the ache between her thighs became an unrelenting throb, and she gyrated her hips against his erection, giving him a dirty, filthy lap dance that had him clenching his jaw and his chest rising and falling with
harsh breaths.

A dark, dominating growl rumbled in his chest, and his fingers dug harder, deeper, into the soft flesh of her ass. “That’s it, Cupcake. Rub your soaked pussy all over my dick. Make yourself come on my cock.”

His wicked words and the command in his voice were like a direct link to her clit, making those sensitive nerve endings scream with need. She wanted to grab ahold of his shoulders so she’d have some kind of anchor when she flew apart, but since that wasn’t possible so, she dug her nails into her palms as she continued to rub herself all over him. The lust swirling
inside of her magnified, and when she met Jungkook's glittering brown eyes as he watched her with such heat and desire, there was no holding back the orgasm that crashed over and through her, or the shuddering moans that escaped her lips.

Before she had a chance to fully recover, he’d rolled on a condom, and then his hands were gripping her waist and lifting her up on her knees so that he could position the head of his cock at her opening.

"Tell me what you want." He demanded gruffly. He needed to hear her say the words.

“I want you.,” she begged enthusiastically as she tipped her hips down, seeking the fullness of his shaft. “Fuck me. Please.”

He slid his free hand around to her bare breast and flicked his finger against her taut nipple, making her gasp and her entire body jolt from the sting.

Oh, yeah, she liked that.

"How do you want it, Cupcake?” he rasped.

Her lips parted and her lashes fluttered shut, as if by doing so she’d be able to hide from his penetrating stare. “I need it hard,” she murmured. “Rough. Deep."

He smiled against her cheek. Thank God, because he wasn't capable of going gentle and slow on her tonight and just the feel of the slick folds of her pussy rubbing all over his engorged cock had him on the verge of losing his fucking mind.

He didn’t wait another second to satisfy them both. With a merciless upward thrust, he slammed into her, so hard that she lost her breath and struggled to accommodate the way he drove his shaft farther, deeper, until he was buried to the hilt. Their joint moans of pleasure mingled as her tempting body sucked his inside, her tight channel gripping him like a fist as he tried to withdraw a few inches so he could pound into her again and give them both the friction they craved.

When he looked at the mirror in front of them, he could see how beautifully her back arched and lips swallowed him. He pulled out of her suddenly, making her whine at the emptiness, but in no time turned her over so that she was facing the mirror with her back facing him.

Then he pulled her down on his shaft, plunging so hard and deep she cried out at the initial shock.

Grabbing her jaw, he forced her to look into the mirror in front of them. "Look." He rasped, pinching her nipples. "Look how needy you are, my dirty girl." His eyes remained focused on the erotic expressions she had as he hit her to heaven.

She moved in counterpoint to his unrelenting rhythm, grinding her hips back as he surged forward, shamelessly fucking herself on his cock and taking what she needed. It was the hottest, sexiest thing he’d ever seen or been on the receiving end of.

Tightening his hands in her hair, he turned her head and covered her neck with his lips , absorbing all those decadent sounds she made as he slid his tongue on her skin, teasing her as thoroughly as he was fucking her.

Lust tunnelled through his veins, along with a familiar flood of heat that told him he was on the verge of coming. This was usually where his mind shut down, his sole focus zeroing in on getting himself off and reaching for that adrenaline rush that came with his release, and the high that filled him in the aftermath.

But there was no shutting out the overwhelming sensation of being wrapped so intimately around Y/n , of feeling connected to her in ways that went beyond their physical joining. In ways that felt so
damn good and so damn right. Like she’d been made for him, and no one else could ever take that place.

He groaned and shuddered as his mouth continued to consume her skin everywhere, even as his mind railed against the thoughts tumbling through his head. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. He wasn’t supposed to feel so desperate and wild, and knew this driving hunger was unlike anything he’d ever felt with any other woman before. It was all Y/n. She destroyed his self-control, made him feel so crazed with the primitive urge to mark her and brand her as his so no other man would ever come near her.

Mine. She’s all fucking mine.

It was that last possessive thought, as well as Y/n moaning his name, that sent him right to that sharp edge of a monumental
orgasm. Wanting her with him when he climaxed—something else he normally didn’t give a shit about but that mattered with her—he reached between her legs and rubbed her clit nice and hard. Just how he knew she needed it.

Her body trembled as she came on a soft cry of pleasure, that heavenly pussy milking his dick, clenching and pulsing around him and triggering his own orgasm. The shocking climax ripped through him in the most sublime bliss he’d ever experienced, so intoxicating his vision blurred with the heated ecstasy coursing through every part of his body. Once he was completely spent, he collapsed against her backside with a replete groan.
His weight pressed her into him as he breathed hard and tried to gain his bearings.

Falling limp against him, she almost lost her balance but he was fast enough to tighten his hold on her waist as he slowly eased himself outside her body. Covered with sweat, her eyes were still closed as she collided against his chest. Her soft lips left a breathy sigh indicating a pure liss she just experienced.

"I am coming back in a minute alright." He placed her softly on the bed, and covered her body with a duvet before rushing into the washroom and taking care of the condom and taking an antiseptic cream and a cloth drenched in warm water. When he returned back to her, he saw her eyes open and her body much relaxed now. He removed the duvet and reached between her legs, cleaning her well. Her legs clenched again due to the feel of his hand between her legs but he kept them wide open until she was cleaned. A shudder ran through her when he kissed her neck before covering her with the duvet. Scooting over to her side, he removed his belt from her wrists, careful not to tug at the rashes and injuries her skin had.

Rubbing the insides of her wrist, he kissed them lightly, making a soft smile tug her lips. When he started applying the ointment, he noticed some scars that seemed older and made with a sharper object to him.

When he didn't move an inch, she saw the frown decorating his handsome facial features. Looking at what he was examining, she retrieved her hand from his hold, so that she could keep her dark secrets from spilling.

She didn't need him to know what she had done in her earlier years.

"How did you get this?" He asked in a gruff voice obviously knowing what scars they were.

"Nothing important." She replied, her eyes looking elsewhere like she was ashamed of it.

"They look important to me, Y/n." He said , his voice much stiffer this time.

"It really isn't anything, Jungkook." She said.

"They seem important to me Y/n. Did your mom do this? Did someone bully you? Tell me who did this to you ." His eyes flared with anger and rage, but she kept mum. Those scars were almost impossible to recognize. They healed over the years. She was surprised how he could make out those cuts when she had been good at keeping them hidden all these years. What she did not know was that he was a much older friend with scars and bruises than she was.

Her silence killed him.

He released a slow breath. “I need to know when those cuts happened,” he said, drawing her out of his troubling thoughts. “Was it recently?”

His gaze was unwavering, his tone so full of concern and caring that Y/n  wanted to cry and confess the whole terrible, awful truth that she’d never shared with anyone. But she didn’t want him to look at her
differently, to see her differently, so she settled for a vague, but truthful,
response.

"One of them was in my school, the other was during my high school years."

His fingers continued to stroke along her wrist where the cut began  “How did this happen? Did someone harm you?”

"No." She swallowed the hard knot forming in her throat. "I tried committing suicide." She looked over at him, a lone tear falling from her eyes.

A wave of shock ripped through his face, as he looked at two lighter scars on her wrist. "What happened?"

She glanced away from his too-intense stare, hating how her heart melted at his concerned looks. Slowly, she traced the light scar on her wrist. "The first one was when my parents had a big fight. They were shouting, throwing things at each other, calling each other names. It was too much to take in. It wasn't an intentional cut but somewhere I liked the pain. I know it's stupid but it helped me cope up with emotional pain and anger. I had it pented up in me and I had nobody to shout at how I am feeling. So somewhere I felt it was my coping mechanism."

She chuckled bitterly, before tracing the other scar. All this while, she kept her gaze down unaware how furious Jungkook’s eyes were when he saw tears running down her face. "The second was after my father cheated on my mother. It was a difficult time. We were shifting in different places and absolutely nothing was right. My family was broken, my mother and I weren't so close, my grades went down and I felt as if my entire world collapsed. From a school topper I was suddenly an average student. I couldn't write a single line. My strengths became my weaknesses. I lost friends. People looked at me with pity. I had absolutely no idea what was going on with my life. My panic attacks increased. It was toxic. It was very toxic."

This time she broke into a stream of tears, breaking his heart. He gathered her in his arms, and placed her on his lap, securing her in his warm embrace. As she silently cried with her face buried in the crook of his neck, he tightened his hold around her naked body, silently assuring her that he was with her. He did not need her to say anything more. He already understood what meaning her scars held. Just like his did. Her scars were her escape from harsh reality, while his were a deception of his cruel life.

And when she sobbed in his arms, he felt his muscles so tight that he wanted to destroy every single person who brought tears to her eyes.

Not wanting to push her memories into the painful past, he silenced her, kissing on her forehead.

"Promise me , Y/n. You are not going to ever, ever try anything like this again. If you feel so, you will come to me and we will sort this together but you will never try harming yourself again." He said with such sincerity that made her heart melt in the cold temperature outside.

"I am better now. It was a long time ago. Let us sleep, alright? I don't want this night to end on a sad note. I have already had my fill today." She assured him, a bit doubtful of her own statement as well.

Caressing her cheeks, he tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. Her cries had turned softer, and her eyes grew heavier as she closed her eyes and followed her dreams. 

No matter how tough and strong she was, she was fragile and vulnerable to him. And as he said to her earlier, he didn't find her weak because she was soft, but for him she was his treasure and he vowed not to let anything or anyone near her that would cause her pain.