30 minutes later...

"Jungkook," I leave my phone next to me on the sheets and turn my body towards him as he is eating an ice cream. "Can I come to your house tomorrow?"

"You're asking for your dad to catch you, hm?" his lips hug the magnum, and he pulls it out of his mouth. "No. I just wanna see you. I don't care about him."

He enjoys his treat before my eyes and sucks on it. "I know, but I don't wanna see you," he smirks, never being kind to me. "Alright then, screw you and stay alone," I throw my body back on my sheets and take hold of my phone to not pay attention to him anymore, but hear him scoff.

"Such a baby you are," he drops his arm on my lower stomach and cups the front of my thighs as I bent my knees up, and he rubs his fingers over my skin, over the side of one of my thighs. "Yeah, I'm a dramatic crybaby."

"Stop, come here," he removes his arm from my stomach to bring his ice cream to me, attempting to get me with food. "Take it in your mouth and suck till you're happy."

"I don't want your ice cream," I reject him with no remorse this time, but he forces his way on top of me and puts the tip of the ice cream against my lips. "You're eventually gonna have to open your mouth at some point because of the cold."

I squeeze my lips together but get it everywhere around my mouth, holding back from smiling or laughing. He makes it hard not to burst into laughter, giggling and sounding so adorable. "Come on, open. I know it's hurting right now."

I hum and shake my head, but he goes up on his knees, touches my throat, and cups my jaw to keep my face still. I crack up and turn my head to lick the cream off as I felt some leak down to my jaw. "Look at the fucking mess you made, you dumbass," he pushes the magnum in his mouth to lick what melted, and he wipes what went down my cheek with his finger. "It's your fault!"

"No, it ain't, the fuck?" he swallows what was on my skin but stays on me, trapping me under his body. "You didn't open your mouth when I told you to, so keep it shut now."

I lay my hands on the sheets to elevate my upper body up, and he hands me the ice cream for the second time. "You still don't want it? You don't wanna share ice cream with me anymore?"

I look up into his eyes and stick only the tip of my tongue out to barely lick it, and he finds it fun. He laughs and gets it back in his mouth, and he moves away, but I push my knees against his butt and get him to lurch forth on me but hold himself up with one hand on the sheets.

"What are you trying to do?" his beautiful voice lowers, and we gaze into one another's eyes. I go forth and bite into his ice cream to frustrate him, and I witness his mouth open wide. "You did not..."

"I did, and I could do it again," I threaten to repeat this action, but he does not keep it out of my reach. He moves to the side and pushes my legs to sit where my pillows are, and he rests his back on them. "I won't ever share anything with you again."

"Stop kicking me like that. How can you be so rude in my own room and bed? I could chase you anytime I want, you jerk," I get on my knees and spread his long legs to get in-between, and he raises one arm behind his head to tangle his fingers in his hair. "It's my room now, and you won't 'cause I know you want me here."

He is so arrogant but right.

I smile, bitterly and glance down at his crotch. I grab his thighs and squeeze them. "I could hurt you very much right now, so watch your mouth. Alright?"

"You'll fix that problem and alleviate the pain right afterwards whether you want to or not, baby," he slides one foot over the sheet to bend his knee, and I cannot control how excited this makes me. "Ah yeah? And how will I do that?" I look down at the small rest of ice cream going in and out of his mouth.

"You wanna know?" he lifts his eyebrows, playing with me and what he knows about my thoughts. "Yes."

"Fine, come here," he moves his hand away from his fluffy hair to hold it near my neck. "I'm gonna tell it in your ear."

I fall for it with no second thought and bend over him. I place my hands on either side of his waist, and he drifts the ice cream to my mouth. "Take it in while I'm describing everything or else it's gonna melt."

I do as told, not trusting him at all but still complying it to submit to him.

"Good," he grabs my throat and draws me closer to him, my stomach momentarily getting crowded with butterflies, and his lips touch my ear. "You shut the fuck up," he pushes me away like a toy he does not want anymore after ruining my fantasies. Both of us staring at one another, I stay calm and swallow the rest of the ice cream.

None of us saying a word but speaking with eye contact, I drop the wooden stick on my nightstand and lick my lips, and I cannot help smiling. "Jungkook..." I gently touch his thighs but look down at his crotch, and I clench my hand into a fist to rest it on this very sensitive spot. "One punch, and you're in a coma."

He laughs but does not take my hand away, not fearing me. "It looks more like you're gonna jerk me off, but sure, babe."

I tighten my fist and lose my breath at the sound of those words. "Well, I could cause you pain that way too...You know."

"You never even touched a dick, what are you talking about?" he dares to use my virginity as a weapon to humiliate me, and I suddenly find it much harder to hold back from punching him in the weakest spot of his body. "And? You could be surprised, who knows?"

"Hm," he smiles, without giving his opinion, but I speak up about this habit of him. "Stop doing that. I love it," I move my hand away from his crotch to toy with his belt, nervously. "Doing what?"

"Those 'hm'," I emphasize them and make them sound like a moan, and he scoffs. "I don't sound like that. You wish I did, but I don't."

"What the hell do you mean 'You wish I did'? Stop taking me for a pervert," I lean forward, my hands slumping in my pillows. "You just said you love when I do it, if you want, I can just keep doing it but even more passionately."

"No," I save myself from feeling strong butterflies in every corner of my inside, my fingers nearly moving by themselves on his belt as I can barely be conscious of what I am doing with them. "Really? 'Cause I can do a good one, like, ugh," he moans in one of the deepest manners, heating my body up without even touching it. "Stop."

"I can't, it's...fuck," he closes his eyes and moves his legs. "That feels so fucking good suddenly," he pretends to be breathing harder, another pretty and arousing moan running out of his mouth. "Sto—"

"Y/n," he whimpers my name as I punched his abs, and he looks into my eyes, my heart pounding me hard in the chest as if he was actually orgasming in front of me. "I'm so close," he bites his lips but grins, seeing in my eyes what he makes me feel inside. He comes closer and holds me by the waist, and his nose bumps into mine. "You're gonna make me cum," he speaks in a weakened and breathy voice, grabbing my hips. Without leaving some time to breathe, I kiss him, but my sexual excitement incites me to ask for more.

I run my fingers through his hair and climb on his thighs, and he leans back, so I slightly push my hips forth and glide my hands over his torso as his hot ones ran over my bare thighs.

His heavy breathing sounding real now, he shoves his tongue into my mouth to deepen the kiss, and I thrust against his crotch one more time but feel his hands firmly grab my thighs.

This makes me feel so good, from the fuzzy feeling inside my chest, to the shivers, the heat of my body, and the crazy things happening inside of me, every little sensation makes me want to keep going for much longer.

10 minutes later...

His skin never leaving mine but marking it, he does not soften the touches as the kiss has been going for a few minutes, and I arch my back. His boner has been pressing against my core for too long now, I feel so weak, I want more of him.

As if the rubbing, heavy touches over my bare thighs, and wet kiss were not enough, he slips his hands under my shorts and grabs me, and I lose control of myself. I let out a whiny sound in his mouth. As a response, he smiles against my lips, and with no words, we both understand what this means.

I open my eyes, my flushed face making me feel embarrassed. I find myself diving right into his deep ones, with no chance to escape his stare anymore.

He honestly makes me feel like a jar full of crazy butterflies on drugs that overreact to every little thing he says or does to me.

"You can keep going if it feels good," he whispers and sets his focus on my lips, and I bite them, feeling awfully affected by this. "No...I was just...faking it..." I sit down next to him to have the wall behind my back, not standing the feeling of his erection between my thighs anymore. I do not think I have ever felt so turned on before.

I cannot be the only one to ask for it when he has been controlling himself this whole time. That would make me look so desperate. "Faking it?" he sneers and fixes his posture. "So, your body shaking like it never did before in your life is fake too? Hm?"

With discomfort, I look into his eyes full of confidence but wish I could disappear. For some reason, I can barely maintain eye contact. I throw myself on my pillows to hide my blazing face in it.

I hear him laugh through his nose, and he passes his fingers in my hair. "I didn't say anything, but you were shaking like a leaf after not even two minutes. I can't even imagine what it'll be like on your birthday."

I turn my head right away. "I'm very sensitive to your touch, okay? And what do you mean 'on my birthday'? What's gonna happen?"

"Nothing," he pats my head, and I stay still. "Sleep. I'm gonna have to go anyway," he brushes my hair back. "It's a bit early to sleep,"

"Then do something else, I don't know," he takes his hand off my head and stretches, but my phone rings. I look for it and check the notification I got but read Matthew sent me a text.

"Your parents are coming?" Jungkook worries, and I shake my head. "It's Matt."

"This guy again..." he gets his feet out of the bed and sits on the edge of it. "What? He just asked me if I'm doing fine."

"Tell him you are 'cause you're with me," he does not have any better idea, willing to be mentioned in every of my texts. "And how do you know it's the case, uh?"

He turns his head towards me and already shows a smirk. "You really want me to say it? 'Cause I know exactly what the fuck was happening some minutes ago."

"Nothing, so keep quiet and get out of my bed," I put my foot against his waist to push him away, but he stays still and cannot take his eyes off of me. "Don't fucking force me to show you otherwise, y/n," he smiles and grabs my ankle, but I can tell, from the look in his eyes, he is not joking. "You fucking moaned for me, so stop denying it."

"I didn't, I faked it like you did right before," I cannot admit to it, the embarrassment of that reaction still freshly remaining inside of me. He stares, silently, getting me really nervous but excited at the same time, so I drop my phone and playfully give a slight push to his hip, but in a split second, he shoves his way between my thighs and tops me. "You were faking it?"

I nod, some saliva going down my throat. "Wasn't it obvious?" I cannot even hide my nervousness, and he worsens it by lowering his body to mine, pressing his boner between my thighs and running his fingers over one of them until he reaches the bottom of my shorts. "You know what's gonna happen if I put my fingers in your mouth, don't you? You know where I'm gonna use them afterwards, hm?"

My breathing intensifies in no time at all. His words and touches working so well on my body and mind. I pretend not to know and shake my head, the effect of his actions on me engendering an insane response inside of me.

This is the first time ever that someone makes me want to have sex to such a point. I can deny it as much as I want, I can pretend, but my body and mind want him to sexually use my body.

"Really? You don't?" he brushes the tip of his fingers over my inner thigh, skirting the edge of my shorts and making me clench. "You don't know where I'd want those wet fingers to go?" his thumb slides under my clothing, and my chest rises fast, but I still shake my head.

I would never have expected my body to be so vulnerable to somebody.

I can feel my legs shake again, my blood is rushing inside my veins, my pulse hitting me under my skin, and my heart beating so hard against my ribs that I can perfectly feel every pump.

"And if I give some hints?" he smiles, his big ego inflating to no limit anymore. My toes curling, and my legs clenching on repeat, he does not cease rubbing his fingers over my inner thigh, inside my shorts, but so deep underneath that I can feel him touch the seam of my underwear. "It's somewhere tight, warm, somewhere I'd have to keep going back and forth to get what I want, and right now, I'm pretty sure it's dripping wet. You still wanna hear me tell you more?"

He makes me want to beg him so effortlessly. I should not have tested or provoked him. He is holding the reins now, he got what he wanted, but I do not want him to stop, and that makes it even worse because he knows I enjoy it.

Weakly, I nod and ask him to keep going but perceive all the satisfaction upon his face.

"I could do a lot of things with my tongue there," he applies more pressure with his fingers, holding the front of my thigh and pushing his thumb right at my groin, where every touch makes it impossible not to be turned on. "And if I take my pants and boxers off, I can control you and even maybe make you forget your name for a bit."

"I don't believe you," I smile and bite my lips, and I clench my thighs hard against his sides at the feeling of his thumb sneaking under my underwear. He peeks down between our bodies as I gripped his arm with my shaking hand. "What's wrong? Uh?" he mocks me, now playing with my body. I am feeling so horny, even when we were making out, that was nothing compared to what his words, touches, and behavior are doing to me right now.

"You're hard, so stop acting like you don't feel anything," I expose him, but he smiles at me. "I'm not denying it like you. I know I'm hard because I'm turned on."

"I can deny it without you knowing while you can't, so that would be useless anyway," I slide my hand down his biceps but cannot help holding it. "You think so?" his laugh escapes him under his breath. "Hm," I nod.

Through his features and facial expression, and nothing else, he expresses some amusement and glances down at my lips. "You're not on your period anymore, are you?"

Without the use of my voice, I tell him I am not, nibbling on my inner cheek.

With something on his mind, he moves back and gets on his knees, but grabs the waistband of my shorts and pulls them down. I do not hold him back from doing it, I push my hips up and let him take it off me.

He drops them behind him, and I catch him look down between my thighs, so before he could bend over me again, I press my legs together so that he cannot see anything, aware of what must be more than visible in this case.

"Open your fucking legs," he smiles and firmly grabs the back of my thighs, so I try to keep them close and laugh, but he forcefully spreads them and pushes his body forth to come back on top me.

Now though, I am not laughing anymore.

"You can deny it, is that what you said?" he presses his erection against my underwear, and I let the arousal take over. I nod but lift my feet up the sheets and slide my legs over his sides, feeling like they are constantly clenching, but he starts to rub his prominent boner against me, and my lips part. I totally lose myself into this.

"Why are you soaking wet then?" he drives me crazy with his words, his low, beautiful voice. I cannot say a word to answer anymore. I clutch my hand on his arm, and he slides his hand under my top to cup my waist, getting my clothing to ride up to my ribs. He leans in and kisses my neck, slowly but heavily thrusting against me.

He does not leave this spot but sucks on my skin as I am struggling to breathe, and I understand he is giving me a hickey, one that feels much better than I expected.

"You're shaking so badly again, baby," his breathing quivers in my ear, and my eyes close. His thick erection getting me close to a powerful climax, I gasp for air and feel as if this was nothing but a dream. "That feels good?" he breathes hard near my ear. "Yeah..."

"Oh, does it now? Did I just make you moan again?" his lips graze my skin as I can feel him smile, and he stops, filling me up with awful frustration. "N—No...." I still dare to lie and look into his eyes, his thumb caressing my ribs, his heavy breathing hitting my skin.

Not liking how weak I am compared to him, I take my hand off his arm and undo his belt, open his zipper, and I touch him over his underwear for the first time. I move my hand up and down his cock that seems massive, and he stares deep into my eyes, his dilated pupils darkening his big and shiny ones, he tightens his grip on my skin and nearly crushes my waist when I focus all my attention over the sensitive tip.

This is so thrilling. I cannot believe this is actually happening. I am full of butterflies, violent ones. 

He drifts his hand away and lays it on the sheet, keeping my top how it is, he lowers his eyes to my lips as I am not stopping but diving my hand even deeper inside his pants to give him some more, and he shows some weakness as well which affects me a lot.

He bites his lips and looks down at what I am doing, and I feel him rub himself against my hand. His veins jutting out of his tattooed arms, he closes his eyes for a few seconds, and I see the muscles in his arms contract.

"You think I'm gonna try to hold back from moaning for you out of pride?" he reopens his pretty eyes and stops thrusting. "Yeah."

"You're fucking wrong again then," he leans in to kiss me, and he forces his cock against my hand a bit more heavily, so I use both of them to pleasure him. "If you make me feel good, I'm not afraid to voice it out like you," he speaks through the kiss and adds his tongue to make it passionate, and I go a little faster with one hand over his shaft. 

His heavy breathing mingling with mine, he groans but becomes rougher in his actions. He grabs my wrists and pins them down above my head.

As I cannot tell what just went through his head, one of his large hands holds my arms still, and the other slides inside my soaked underwear, getting my eyes to roll back and close, and my voice to escape me in a loud moan I did not expect to ever hear from my own body.

"I wanna hear how good I make you feel, don't try to hold it in, baby," he rubs his fingers in a circular motion right over my clit, and I cannot have any control over what my throat lets out anymore. I keep whining, and there is absolutely no way to stop it. I have never felt like this before.

Understanding I cannot kiss him anymore, he stops, but slides his two fingers down between my lips, my knees getting terribly weak, my breathing turning convulsive and shallow. At the exact moment that I feel him penetrate me with them and push against one spot inside while his thumb is still over my clit, some unreasonable tears flood my eyes, and I feel one of the strongest type of pleasure I ever did.

"Good girl," he whispers. "You take it so submissively, hm?" he does not slow down or puts an end to it, on the contrary, he goes much faster and rams his fingers into that one spot. "Jungkook—" I cry his name and arch my back, shaking from everywhere. "You're gonna come?" he goes harder with his hand, making me hyperventilate and lack oxygen. I cannot speak anymore, neither breathe properly. I do not even care about doing it, I love how this feels so much.

My body tenses up as the pleasure became much greater, his hand still going at an unreal speed and causing loud, wet slapping sounds of skin. As I can hear Jungkook praise me, tell me to cum for him, I feel all the weight in my lower stomach disappear for a strong wave of much more intense pleasure to spread though my entire body, and I let go without caring about how noisy I am because of him.

"Just like that, baby. Come," he manages to move my hips up with only the use of his fingers inside me, my feet not touching the sheets anymore but trembling like ever. He lets go of my wrists, and I cannot think anymore. I turn my body towards him and cling onto him, the indescribable orgasm overwhelming me and making my body go numb from head to toe. I grip his top and hide my face in his chest, but whimper when I feel him whisper in my ear and kiss my neck.

After a few seconds of dizziness, the weakness increases and affect all my limbs, the pleasure turning into pain, I clench my thighs and ask him to stop, and I feel some uncontrollable spasms tense my body.

I feel so exhausted, even though I did not do anything.

None of us saying a single word, I catch my breath, my body still twitching pretty hard, the feeling between my thighs not leaving but making me feel like I am about to have another orgasm if I dare move just a bit. He brushes his hand past the side of my thigh and drops a kiss on my shoulder. "Are you okay?"

"Hm," I lower my head and open my tired eyes, and I catch him already staring. He smiles at me and pulls me closer. He rests his arm above my head on the pillow and pats it, and he presses a kiss on my lips after wrapping his other arm around me. "Take a moment to calm down," he chuckles but puts my top back properly, and I cuddle up against him even more to hug.

This feeling inside of me is new, I have never experienced this before, but I already want more of it.

Despite how amazing this was for me, I can feel how hard he still is. "Don't you want me to...?" I raise my head up to look at him. "You haven't..."

"No, it doesn't matter. I just wanna focus on you," he strokes my side and touches my hip much more. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah," he presses a kiss on my forehead, but I cannot trust this answer without worrying. "Did I do something wrong or...?"

"No, it's not you. Don't worry. I loved what you did," he claims but does not reassure me. Why would he not want it?

I keep my eyes fixed on him, feeling like something is definitely wrong.

"You have a hickey, don't forget to hide it," he deviates from the subject, and I unconsciously touch my neck. "My dad will kill me if he sees it."

"Make sure Matt sees it though," he rubs the mark he left on me, and I smile. I cannot believe him. "He already knows I'm yours."

"Well, it will be even more clear like that," he uses the tip of his fingers to rub my thigh as if he was scratching it. "I feel like you're very possessive."

"Me? Not at all," he obviously denies it but does not even try to make it believable. "Sure," I laugh and tighten my embrace around him, but he taps his hand on my skin. "I gotta pee. I'll cuddle you after, I promise."

I stop clinging onto him and move back to let him leave the bed, and he stands up. "Where's the bathroom downstairs?"

"I have one just right here, you know," I point my finger at the door right at the bottom of my bed. "Yeah, but I want the other one."

I smile and pretend not to know why, and I indicate where it is. "Go down the stairs, then turn to the left, and the door in front of you is the bathroom."

"Alright," he opens the door and gets out, and I take this opportunity to go to the bathroom too and change my underwear.

— Next day —

Saturday, June 5th, 2021.

11 am.

My phone ringing as I was immersed in my game distracts me, and I check who sent me a text, hoping for it to be Jungkook.

< hey, I don't know if you're still sleeping, but I wanted to apologize for yesterday. I went too far but I couldn't hold back or control myself because of everything that was happening, like, the mood you put me in, I was feeling really good and comfortable with you so I'm sorry for being so weak. That shouldn't have happened so soon ]

What is he talking about?