"Stay where you are," I undo my belt but hear her giggle and run away, so I speed up and manage to catch her, grabbing her by the hips to whirl her around but pin her against the wall violently. I lock our lips with hunger and hold her still, feeling terribly horny at the sight of her in those fabrics.

"We're gonna forget what I said..." I speak through the sloppy kiss but slide my hands all over her curves, loving what I'm feeling and touching. "...and I'm gonna fuck you against the wall, uh?" I smirk and open my eyes to see her reaction but notice a pink pigmentation on her cheeks. She joins our lips again and jumps up, so I grip her thighs and thrust forth to hold her against the flat surface, her fingers running through my hair while mine are learning each and every part of her body.

"Let's not do it here," she smiles against my lips but moves her face away to not kiss me anymore. "Why? Will daddy be mad if I fuck his daughter on the floor of his house?"

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"Hm...yeah," she nods but grinds onto me. I chuckle but carry her to her bedroom, and not the one we're used to occupying. I lock the door behind us and move to the giant bed to drop her on it and take my top off. I throw it on the floor and climb onto the bed to top her. "Where are the condoms you bought?" I lick my lips, but she takes the wrapping out of her bra. I sneer and grab it to put it aside.

I straighten my back and get on my knees to slide my belt away from the hooks and grab her thighs, pull her closer, and spread her legs. I don't let go of the leather belt but lean forth to grip her wrists and hold them together, I tie them up to the bed. "What are you doing?" she glances up at what I'm doing while smiling, but I chuckle and move back. "I'm punishing you," I take my pants and underwear off while checking her out and enjoying the sight of her tied up to the bed, in her pink, kinky lingerie.

I drop my clothes on the floor, positioning myself between her legs. "You keep your legs open, all right?" I take her panties off, no matter how cute they are. "What if I don't?"

"I'll punish you even harder, baby," I look up into her eyes, and the corners of her lips curve up. "And no matter how much you'll beg me to stop, I won't, okay? That doesn't work like that with me," I make it clear for her to know how much of torture this can be once I want to tease my girl in bed. "I'm not scared."

"You're not scared?" my eyebrows lift, and a chortle escapes me. "Baby, our safe word is red, all right? You might need it, but you better use it only if it hurts and that you cannot bear it anymore."

"I won't need it," she states with confidence. She has no idea how serious I am. "Okay," I go forward and lock our lips, holding myself up above her but passing my fingers over the back of her thigh. I kiss her passionately, craving for her skin, and her soft, sweet scent. I slide my tongue in her mouth to play with hers, and my veiny, hot hand makes its way to her sensitive spot, rubbing the softness of it with delicate touches. At this feeling of my fingers between the lips, she already clenches her legs onto my sides. "Your legs," I break the kiss. "Opened, I said," I stare deep into her eyes but use my middle finger to titillate her, rubbing it in a circular motion between the wet lips.

I smirk at those ecstatic sensations but feel the muscles in her thighs uncontrollably flex, so I move my hand up to touch my lips with my fingers. I slide them inside my mouth to cover my skin with saliva, using my cock to excite the both of us, once it's done, I get my fingers lower and stimulate her clit. "Do not cum unless I let you do it, okay?"

She nods to me, losing her words. She bites her lips and closes her eyes, trying her best to keep her legs spread. "Do you want to know what I'll do if you don't listen to me?" I lower my voice and never take my eyes off of her flushed face. She shakes her head, getting me to smile smugly. I press a kiss on her lips but whisper every word of mine. "First...you better not act brazen, or else I'll make sure to deny your orgasm multiple times. Hm?" I insert my middle finger inside of her but hear a quivering exhalation run out of her, so I move my finger back and forth inside and look for her sweet spot by tilting and curling it up.

"My tongue is gonna flick on your clit so much that you're gonna have a hard time not to cum...you have no idea how good this can feel once my tongue keeps rubbing...licking...jerking fast between your wet lips, baby..." I smirk but turn myself on. "Can you already feel it?" I bite my lips, staring into her eyes while fingering her. I smile but pull my fingers out. I straighten up and gaze down at her, thinking about how I should do this.

I decide to undo the belt and only keep it tied around her wrists. I make her get on her knees to face the headboard, then I lie down on my back and position my head right under her, between her legs. "What—"

"Stay like that. Spread your legs a bit more so I can do it," I order her to do since I told her I would make her feel this. She bites her lips but comes lower, her face now completely red. I smile but grip her thighs to start and lick between the wet lips. I won't stop until her legs and entire body shake.

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15 minutes later...

I land on the mattress after rough sex, my breathing trembling, running out with lack of air. My aching and sweaty body takes a moment to calm down, my painful erection not going down. I take a look at y/n after destroying her poor body, and I grin at the sight of her lying down on her flat without moving, but still twitching from time to time. I lay my hand on her arm and stroke it. "Are you okay?"

"I feel like...it doesn't want to stop..." she bites her lips, clutching the sheets. "But I'm going to fall asleep..." she speaks in a barely audible voice, panting and mumbling her words through her swollen, red lips. I lift my hand up to her face and touch her blazing cheek with the back of my fingers. "Lie down on your back, this will feel different."

She does as told with difficulty, and once her naked body is in the perfect position, she emits a little moan of satisfaction but keeps her eyes closed. I smile at her adorable behavior but lean towards her, I press a kiss on her hot cheek and let her fall asleep. She deserves it. I really pounded her, more than I even thought I would, but I couldn't control myself, everything she was doing, saying, or moaning turned me on, and I turned into a real beast.

I leave her alone after such efforts, I close my eyes and try to calm down as well. I felt dizzy and so lightheaded at one point, I truly believe that it was one of the most powerful orgasms I've ever had yet. I have no idea how I was able to hit it, but I'm certain this was because of her.

Since I don't want to be caught in those circumstances, I grab the blanket that I caused to end on the floor while moving a bit too quickly and strongly, and I lay it over our naked bodies to lie down again and let my mind drift to my dreams.

•••

4:25 pm.

"Princess?" a male voice snatches me out of my sleep. I squint my eyes out of instinct but hear a man knock on the door. "Y/n? Are you here?"

I react to it since y/n is still sound asleep, and I shake her up in a gentle manner to bring her back to consciousness. Her eyes open, some plaintive moans vibrate in her mouth, and she pulls the blanket higher. "Princess, I'm going to open the—"

"I'm here, papa," she answers him in a broken voice, making her hand fly to her mouth and get us to laugh quietly. "Oh, I was worried. I just wanted to make sure you're okay, I and your mom are back from work. I'm going to cook dinner, all right?"

"Okay, I'm coming downstairs in a few minutes," she answers him. "All right," he says, before walking away. We both wait some seconds to make sure he's gone, and I gaze at her. "Your voice is all broken," I giggle uncontrollably without willing to make fun of her, actually finding it hot. She slaps my forehead and pouts, moving back to sit at the edge of the bed. I peek down under the blanket to make sure my erection is finally down, and I slide towards her to press a kiss on her spine.

She shivers at the feeling of it and turns towards me. "Was it that good?" I tease her and push my body up with one hand, but she grins and glances away. She goes forth to stand up, but in just one second, her body ends on the floor. I hurry to rush towards her but giggle. "Are you okay?"

"My legs feel numb..." she moves her toes, her body probably still affected by what I've done to it. "Aw, come here," I put one arm around her waist and help her to get up, holding her with my hands tightly gripping onto her curves. I manage to get her on her feet but see her legs slightly wobble, getting my ego to burst given the reason for them to be like this.

"I must have gone too hard," I bite my lips but look into her eyes, but her timidity about it makes me even more proud to know I'm the man who gave her enough pleasure to make her end in this state. "You must..." she points out but steps away, struggling but still doing it.

"Are you taking a shower?" I ask her as she's heading to the bathroom, and a "yes" goes out of her, so I follow her steps. "Let's take it together..." I touch her hip with gentleness, and she doesn't complain or tell me to go away. We both enter the room, and she makes her way to the giant shower that could contain at least six people at once.

"Let's hurry," she closes the glass door behind us, and I let her take care of everything. The water, the shower gel, the showering, everything.

10 minutes later...

We both leave the bedroom, y/n, in a pink pajama romper that displays all the things that my eyes like to see, and me, in the clothes I wore today since I'm going to leave now.

While she's walking in front of me, my eyes remain on her thighs and butt, those ones jiggling or bouncing at every step she makes. I glance away once we reach the lower floor, and she runs to her dad, who's within sight, in the kitchen. Once he makes eye contact with her, a broad beam forms on his face, and he takes her in his arms for a warm hug full of care and love.

The total opposite of what her mother is expressing. "What are those clothes?" she peeks at her with disdain, but the father keeps her close. "I bought them for her because she kept on asking to have them."

"Yeah..." she raises her eyebrows, but I don't stay out of their view anymore, I step inside the kitchen and face the father, who I'm scared to look at after what happened this morning. "Mister Sang..." I act like a man and talk to him when his eyes are already freezing my blood. "May I...talk to you in private, please?"

He nods to me and kindly steps aside from his daughter to come up to me, so I head to the backyard to make sure we're both alone. Once we're there, he stands before me, slides his tough and veiny hands in his pockets, and towers me with his intimidating height. "I...I know you must hate me right now, and I understand you, Mister Sang, but I wanted to apologize for what happened with your daughter. I sincerely apologize, and I swear I will never do such a mistake again. I didn't do this because I don't care about her, and I know that was immature and wrong of me to do it without protection, but...I...I just thought this would be enough...but...yeah...I would like you to know that I'm serious with your daughter, and your opinion about me matters a lot...this really hurts me to know you see me as a bad guy when...I'm not, Mister Sang..."

He stares at me, the brown pigmentation of his chestnut eyes unsettling my weak mind. "I don't ever want you to do a mistake like that, Jungkook. Do you know how serious it is? Especially for my daughter?" his poised voice shivers me with anxiousness, but I try to find a way to not collapse in front of him. "I do know, Mister Sang...and I apologize for being stupid...I thought this wouldn't be dangerous...I was ignorant..."

"You are eighteen. You should know that if you have unprotected sex, your girlfriend should at least take the morning-after pill to make it safer after a mistake. My daughter is..." he bites onto his inner cheek but sighs. "She's young and unconscious, she doesn't realize how serious it is. She doesn't like to talk about that stuff, and she never learned it at school. You are older, and you are a boy, I hope you're sincere when you talk to me, but you truly disappointed me because I thought you were more mature than other boys."

"I apologize, Mister Sang. I'm honest with you, I really don't want you to believe I'm a bad guy who doesn't respect your daughter because I do, she means a lot to me, and I would never want her to go through anything difficult or bad...I promise I'll never do such a thing again..." I give him my word and pray for him to give me another chance. "We can all make mistakes, but I hope you won't make me regret my decision. I take your apologies, and I hope you will stick to what you said, otherwise, I won't allow you to see my daughter again because I will take it as plain disrespect. All right?"

"Yes, Mister Sang," I cannot hold my smile back, relieved to see he still trust me a little and doesn't hate me that much. "I won't make you regret, I swear."

He nods to me, noticing my happiness. "Let's go back inside," he leads me back into the house, so I follow him but see y/n waiting on the sofa with one foot on the cushions. She smiles at me but then focuses on her dad.

I wish I could have had the guts to ask him if she's her biological daughter, but I feel like this might be inappropriate. I just need to know the truth, y/n obviously doesn't look like them, she hides a lot of things, and this kills me not to know everything.

"Do you like wagyu beef, Jungkook?" the father asks me, getting my attention with just the name he pronounced. This type of meat is the most expensive one, don't tell me they're going to eat some when I have to go home. "I don't know, I never tasted any... but no matter how much I would have liked to try it, I can't stay for dinner, my mom is waiting for me."

"Oh, all right," he looks at his daughter, who's walking on the sofa to get closer to him. I'm stressing out, her romper is exposing all the marks I left on her skin, her thighs, and her neck, thank god he can't see underneath. "Would you like a cut of it to go home and eat some with your parents?" he asks one of the kindest questions ever.

I look at him with shock, but joyful shock. "Yea— I mean, I'd be so happy to allow my parents to eat such food," I nod but peek at y/n uncontrollably, seeing her with her arms wrapped around his neck to hug him. He grabs her by the waist with one arm only and puts her down on the floor, making it impossible for her arms to reach his neck again. "Come with me, I'm going to cut it for you," he invites me to follow him, so I do it and have y/n next to me.

I can't wait to be home and treat my parents, they're going to eat one of the best meals ever.

Once we're in the kitchen, the father opens the fridge but takes a big piece of meat out of it to place it on the counter. "Tell your parents to cook it today, absolutely. All right? Otherwise, the meat won't be fresh anymore."

"All right, I will," I acquiesce. I watch him take care of everything but feel y/n stick her body to mine while playing on her phone and not paying attention. "Do your parents like wine?" he doesn't cut what's already on the plate but wrap it in some weird paper. "They already drank red wine, but that was a cheap bottle."

"I see. I'm going to add a bottle to it then, you'll tell them it goes terribly well with this beef," he takes a cooling bag or off a cabinet but puts the meat in it. "Here is the beef," he closes it and leaves it there, but steps aside to go away. "I'm coming back with the bottle."

I lay my eyes on y/n now that he's away from us but poke her waist, making her twitch and whirl around. "Ay...don't do that," she hits my abs, softly. "Do you know how much is that meat?"

"I don't know, I'm not a meat expert," she chuckles like a dirty girl, not being serious as always. I shake my head but keep my grin away from her sight. "Here it is," the father comes back. I look at him, but he moves towards the bag and grabs it to head back to me. I take both of the items and thank him.

"Have you called Alex for him?" he asks his daughter, but she shakes her head. "I didn't know he would leave now."

"Ah..." he puts his eyes on me. "I guess I'm going to drive you home then—"

"I'm coming!" y/n almost shouts next to us, leaving her phone. "You're going to be cold, honey. I'll be quick."

"No...I won't...come on, papa...we haven't had this type of little moment together for a while..." she knows how to get him by the feelings to make him give in,  but he smiles at her and walks away. "Please...I don't want to stay without you..." she follows him as I'm doing. He grabs the fluffy jacket that is hanging on the coat rack, and y/n understands right away that he just changed his statement. "You do not open this, okay?" he zips the jacket up to her chin, but she smiles at him and nods.

"Let's go," he peeks at me after we all put our shoes on, and we go out, leaving the mother all alone in the house. I totally become excited once I see the garage open, the father and y/n don't even move, the luxury car runs backward and stops in front of them. I'm dreaming.

A Bentley, SUV. The inner man inside me doesn't stop being blessed, it explodes with bliss once I turn my eyes to the right and see another car in the garage. "Oh my— You own a Bugatti, Mister Sang?" I do keep quiet while they're entering the vehicle. He smiles at me, probably noticing I'm like a little boy in front of them. "I do, and...if you don't make me regret you know what, I might give you a ride with it," he joins y/n inside.

He would give me a ride? I'm never going to disappoint him again for sure.

I bite my lips at the thought of it but get in the back to not stay outside like a dumbass. I place the bag and bottle next to me and buckle my seat belt on. "He lives here," y/n gives her father the location of my house, and he turns the ignition on.

•••

11 pm.

'YOUR P.O.V'

"Good night, honey. Sleep tight," my dad brushes my hair back to press a kiss on my forehead, but once he pulls away, I grab his hand. "Wait..." I hold it, softly, asking for him to stay. "I need to talk about something..."