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Exhausted, I pulled my trousers off and hung them on a hook behind the door, leaving my extra-long white shirt on. My mind kept returning to earlier when I had seen JungKook at work and how he had ignored me completely when I had tried to catch his attention -I hated nothing more than JungKook ignoring me.

Shaking my hair, I tiptoed barefoot in the room; I was about to lie down when JungKook flew in. Like a thunderstorm he banged the door open so hard that it nearly fell off its hinges.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" the disruption added to my already present annoyance with him. I went to close the door.

"Like you care!" He sneered, very uncharacteristically of him. I turned to look at him, wary, suddenly preferring to stay safely by the door.

Hurt, I answered: "Why would you say that? Whatever it is, you know perfectly well I care..." my voice diminishing by the word. He had a scary look about him.

"You play around with me just to get more attention; a bit of fanservice! That's all it is! Playing for the others!" he almost shouted, his eyes glistening with unshed tears.

"You don't care how it makes me feel, you just want to be noticed and you are using me to do it!" breathless, he stopped abruptly, biting his lip, turning away.

"What!? What are you on about? What fanservice? Why would you say something hurtful like that!? After all these years, you should know I'd never do anything that shallow, I'm more considerate than that! How could you even think that!!!

...Ooooh, I forgot! You're such a baby, you know nothing about feelings or love, so how the hell would you know!" I screamed, almost shrill, red in the face, releasing some of the built-up anger.

Fast as lightning, he appeared in front of me, grabbing my jaw and slamming me against the door, winding me. Towering over me, his hand spread over my throat.

Tightening his grip with fury in his eyes, he hissed:

"What did you just say!?" Ominous.

"I said! What do you even care! You wouldn't know love if it hit you in The. Fucking. Face!" I shouted back, hitting his chest, trying to push him away. Struggling as hard as I could, I was no match for his steely hold.

His strong grip banged my wrist against the door; my jewellery jingled loudly.

My breath and body stalled.

I had never seen him this angry and...strong... it was exhilarating.

My heart was beating a million beats a second and heat rose to my cheeks, I could feel myself getting aroused. Angry Kookie was a sexy Kookie.

His dark curls shadowing his menacing eyes, his voice a deep growl, he spat out:

"You have no idea what you're talking about..." he was breathless. He stared at me, the silence stretching between us. He was reaching somewhere deep and said, suddenly very quietly:

"You have no idea..." his face suddenly close, his breath was dancing on my lips.

"How can you not know, after all this time... all these years... How could you not know that... I love you with all my heart and soul?" his voice quiet, he stared right into me.

I gasped, surprised at the sudden confession, I searched his eyes.

Without any doubts left to hide behind, I felt the love I had for him instantly bloom from the coldness it had been hidden in when there was no chance... but now... he loved me. He LOVED ME.

Wordless, I stared at him and with my heart in my eyes, I offered my all to him.

"Please don't look at me with those bedroom eyes, Taehyung." His voice a deep tremble.

Pulling a deep breath, I whispered, daringly:

"Or what?" no doubt my last bit of defiance before undoubtedly dying by JungKook's hand.

"Or I'm going to have to... teach you a lesson." His voice was a deep caress more than a threat.

Slowly, his thumb slid to my lips and even more slowly, he traced the top line, his gaze darkening, following the curve intently. Suddenly, my whole body was on fire. I gulped.

The finger rolled out my bottom lip, gently nudging in between the lips and teeth, flirting with the pink wetness within. Everything tightened inside me.

"I can't... anymore... I need..." and with that he crushed his lips on mine, violently pushing his tongue into my mouth.

His hand still on my throat, he kept me in place. He let go of my wrist and instantly my hand flew to the back of his neck, scratching, pulling, yanking. His arm took control of my body, moulding me into his rock-hard contours, pulling me ruthlessly against him. A moan escaped into our mouths, whose, I was not certain.

His fingers weaved into my hair and pulled and yanked, opening up my throat, which he attacked ferociously. Biting, nibbling, licking, sucking, kissing.

"Oh. My. God. I. Want. You. So. Bad..." he said between kisses.

His long, strong fingers grabbed my ass and kneaded almost hard enough to bruise while rubbing me against him. I could feel his hardness poking at my belly, and it turned me on more than I had ever thought possible.

Suddenly, I felt his arm stiffen around my waist and another sneak below my ass and he lifted me off the floor. I squealed when he threw me, carelessly, onto the bed where I lay, naked legs sprawled, like a ragdoll.

It wasn't the fall that made me breathless. It was the sight of Jeon JungKook prowling like an animal from the bottom of the bed towards my open crotch, his black eyes piercing mine.

I leaned on my elbows, my limbs completely frozen in place and watched him advance. With his every lingering movement toward me, my throat became tighter and tighter, leaving me unable to breathe.

Going by his gaze, I would finally know what it was like to die by being eaten alive. The hint of fear mixed in the desire was exhilarating.

He crawled to me until he was over me. Touchless, he hovered above me, his body heat radiating against mine, our breaths mingling. He smelled my neck and I fell off my elbows, flat onto the soft covers, dizzy.

Slowly, he lowered his hips against mine, rubbing against my erection and I moaned, my back arching.

"Oh god..." escaped my lips and my arms reached for his neck.

They were slapped away immediately, his grip back on my wrists. He held them above my head whilst spreading my legs wide apart with his grinding hips.

I was entirely helpless. And I loved it. I wanted to offer myself to him completely, to lose myself in him.

"Kiss me." I begged. "Please.... Kiss me." Grinding my hips against his, I lifted my lips to tempt him.

He pushed his hand under my neck and kissed me, hard. His day-old growth scratched my face like sandpaper. His manly scent filled my nostrils. His tongue, thick and strong, filled my mouth until I struggled to breathe.

He yanked my head to the side by the hair and gnawed his way down my throat, until he met the collar of my shirt -he ripped it out of the way and carried on down to my shoulder. I mewed.

Growling in frustration, he grabbed my shoulders and manhandled me onto my front.

"JungKook... what...?" Pressing my wrists down into the mattress, he wordlessly signalled that this is where he wanted them to stay and that I had better not move them... or else.

He went back to my nape, ripping the shirt over the shoulder, revealing more of my back, which he scratched raw with his stubble whilst holding my throat and chin with the long fingers of his other hand. A long finger snuck to my mouth, flirting with my tongue before returning to my throat.

"Ohhh..." I moaned into the mattress. He was possessing me, engulfing me. I was melting...

He yanked the shirt off the curve of my ass, revealing my lower back. His long, wet tongue slid along the groove of my back. It sent shivers up and down my spine which I felt directly in my rigid, pulsing cock. I couldn't believe how turned on I was. A desperate need grew within me.

He growled deep in his chest and traced the elastic of my underpants with his tongue. Slowly, he pulled it down so that it sat lifting my cheeks as if they were on offer, only for him.

"Ohmygod..." His voice a nearly soundless whisper. "Perfect. I knew it would be perfect." He hummed, in awe with a deep need prickling his voice.

His nimble fingers kneaded and slid over the lush globes slowly, firmly, until I was panting.

"Oh oh...." I whined, frantic. I wanted to touch him so badly, but not having the permission to do so was such a turn-on.

I rubbed my cock into the mattress, writhing desperately.

"Oh JungKookie..." pleading.

All of a sudden, he was at my face, his hand in my hair, pulling. It felt so good... his mouth was eating my neck, his other hand revealing more flesh, ripping the shirt off my shoulder. He pushed the side of my face deep into the cushions and when he suddenly pushed his solid, jean-covered cock into my ass crack. OHMYGOD! I thought I was going to come on the spot!

It felt so hard, so keen and so... big. My ass wriggled with a life of its own, begging to be filled but my mind panicked.

I heard the clinking of a belt and a buckle, a zip and a fumble and on my ass, there was a boiling hot, rock-hard veiny cock, sliding back and forth along my ass crack. And FUCK did it feel good.

"FUCK I want you so badly..." his voice was somewhere between a groan and a moan, I didn't recognise it.

"Oh my god, JungKook..." my voice a breathless whisper. "Wait..." finally fought out of me.

JungKook carried on as if he hadn't heard me. I stiffened, panicking.

"Please, JungKook. Stop." I said louder, worried. Nothing. "KOOKIE!"

"Eh!? What?" he said as if he'd just been asleep for the last quarter of an hour.

"Please stop... I'm not ready." I said, embarrassed for having let it go this far before stopping him.

"I'm sorry." I whispered into the pillows, my voice small.

"Oh god." He said, shocked with himself.

Quickly, he tucked himself in, doing up his jeans. Then, gently as anything, he straightened out my underpants. But before he did that, he placed a soft kiss on each cheek, rubbing his nose into the soft skin, as if saying "don't go anywhere, I'll see you soon, love".

The move touched me and relieved me of worries I had only a moment ago. JungKook would never do anything I didn't want him to do.

He lay down next to me, on his back and pulled me completely on top of him. Our cocks were touching, still hard but slowly calming down. He pulled my face to him and kissed me, gently, his long fingers caressing my cheeks lovingly.

"I'm so sorry Taehyung. Truly. I don't know what came over me." He said, embarrassed, his hands travelling to my waist, holding me tight.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" his face was worried, full of love.

"No. You didn't.... I was having a... great time." I smiled, blushing.

JungKook smiled, proudly. "I'm glad." His smile turned into a smirk showing his bunny teeth before he went shy again.

"I'm sorry... I shouldn't have let you go so far... I wasn't ready." I placed a small kiss on his temple.

"It's not your fault, I have been wanting to do that to you for so long now, I couldn't contain myself when I finally had the chance to touch you..."

"Really?" I said, my head rising in question. He nodded.

"How long?" I needed to know.

"I'm not quite sure since when but definitely many moths, if I'm honest, years."

My heart bloomed.