Warning: a disappointingly vanilla sex scene up ahead

𝙲͢𝚑͢𝚊͢𝚙͢𝚝͢𝚎͢𝚛͢ 𝟹͢𝟶͢

In a second I've flipped our positions, with me straddling Jungkook's lap and him beneath me.

A large gulp of air sucks between his teeth when I bite down over his carotid artery, hard enough to leave a bruise. The desire to howl in satisfaction is present but instead I settle for soothing the area with my tongue.

From there I just sort of lose all sense of direction, everything in my mind slipping away until it's just him. He's so ridiculously handsome. Sitting here with his hands on my hips and looking up at me with stars in his eyes. He doesn't move away or say anything to indicate that he's uncomfortable. Just sits and waits, watches me intensely.

A supplicant Jungkook in front of/beneath me? Yes, please.

I take the starry-eyed look as initiative and kiss, lick and bite every bit of skin on him I can see. Unfortunately, that's not a lot so tug his t-shirt over his head and throw it away to who knows where. Why he even wears shirts is beyond me. Because gotdayum. He's got a bajillion abs and firm Jeontitties from all those Taekwondo exercises.

MaryJosephthewisemenandthefriggincamel.

I'm not being dramatic at all when I say it's like there's a light shining down from the sky right over his abs while a dozen angels singing the hallelujah chorus.

My chosen's body is work of art. All muscular and lean.

And the sounds he makes as I taste him are better than music. He tries to be quiet, even though we're very alone, but fails horribly. Especially when I run my hands over his chest whilst nibbling on his Adam's apple and he gives a satisfactory jolt.

More than ever my animal nature is taking over and all this time I spent learning to be more human is gone out of the window. I want him. Every part of him. All the good and the bad. Each centimeter of his skin. All of his firsts and all of his lasts. I want to know everything about him. I want for him to always smile and to never be sad. I'll hurt anyone who hurts him. I'll love anyone who loves him.

Most importantly of all, I want him to want me with just as much overwhelming frenzied passion as I want him. I want to wrap up every part of his being tightly into mine until all he ever thinks about again is me. And I'm going to.

With a rough movement, one of his hands comes up and grips the back of my neck, his grip firm and authoritative as he brings my mouth to his.

His top lip nudges against mine so to separate them, then both of his wrap around my bottom lip and suck on it harshly.

A soft pop enters the air when he releases it but is quickly replaced by a low moan from him as I slip my tongue into his mouth. Twirling it around like I'm trying to do tongue gymnastics, I lick along the roof of his mouth and then we both stroke our appendages against one another.

Both in sync and moving along each other's rhythm, we move in unison. His lips twisting against mine, he tilts his head sideways and that gives him more leverage to do that thing he does. The rolling tongue thingy.

If it was possible for me to melt then I would already be a pile of goo right about now. Knowing how my knees get weak during times like these, his arm is strong around my waist to hold me up. Both of my thumbs stroke his earlobes, then his cheeks, then down his upper arms and back again. He gives a little growl when I sink my hand into the hair at the back of his head and gently tug so I do it again, earning an appreciative bite to my bottom lip.

"Wait-" I say when he moves from my mouth, not ready for him to leave quite yet.

But leaving is his the last thing on his mind and what he does it feels so...so...I'm forgetting words at this point.

A hot trail is left along my cheek and up to my ear where he leaves a quick nip before moving on to my neck. Everything feels so good it almost hurts. Starting right below my ear, his tongue swirls and his lips kiss, moving down more and more until he's going along my collarbone. I whimper when he hits one particular spot in the center, slightly to the right.

That seems to fuel him and he moves back to that area and repeats the motion, only to get the same response. When he continues to focus on that one spot I start to wiggle, feeling overwhelmed but not wanting it to stop. I tug on his hair, a little harsher than normal and he understands the message and moves on, but not before scraping his teeth over the now very sensitive spot.

He continues and I struggle to breathe, wanting to focus on the here and now. Passing out would mean I'm not getting lucky and that's just not an option for me. When he's working on the left side of my neck his own comes into view and I waste no time in reciprocating the affection.

I startle a little when I feel his fingers slip under my shirt, but just as quickly relax again.

"Can I?" I almost lose my mind when he pulls away to ask. Not because of the question but at the state he's in. Lips swollen, face flushed and a hunger in his eyes that I've never gotten to see before.

FrickenPhilotesfuck.

"Don't ask stupid questions." Seriously, we have no time for those. In one move I pull the hoodie over my head.

With nothing on underneath, my chest is bare for his eyes. He inhales sharply at the sight and I arch my back, soaking up every bit of of his hungry gaze shamelessly.

Knowing that he's a virgin but unsure of how far he's gone, I figure it can't hurt to help him out a little. But when I guide his hands to my breasts he proves that he doesn't need much help in this area.

My teeth dig into my lip as his palms gently massage, lift, squeeze and test the weight of each breast. His eyes never leave them, they never look to see my reaction or glance anywhere else on my body. They stay staring at my chest as if it's the last thing on earth.

That puts a funny image in my head and I have to hold back a very inappropriate giggle.

"Like something you see?" I ask, slightly teasing but mostly wishing that he takes the opportunity to worship my body. As he should.

He doesn't disappoint, though instead of words he lets out a contended sound as his mouth closes around one nipple.

WhathaErosAphroditePeithomotherfuck.

That is not the tongue of a virgin. That's the tongue of the devil.

I don't even know what sound I made, but it has Jungkook chuckling against my chest and moving over to give the other side the same treatment.

My mind blanks out for a millisecond as his tongue circles around my nipple and then he does it—that wicked rolling thing he's so good at. This time I'm very aware of the keening sound I make and the tightening grip I have on his hair.

"Like something you feel?" He teases back for my earlier jab, the fingers of both hands tweaking against my nipples as his teeth scrape over my collar bone.

OhmyDionysusfrigginPothos'sdick.

Something that I never realized but do right then is that this must be the spot he's going to mark me later. Because it's a very sensitive area, but only when he's touching it. The combination of those two sensations has me writhing around on his lap. And he seems to take some perverse pleasure in watching me squirm because he repeats those same actions again and again until I'm seriously about to throw him down and fuck the actual shit out of him.

I struggle to find one remaining sane part of my brain to reach out and make sure this is what he wants. It's seems obvious that it is, but I want to be certain, for both our sakes. I find that last, tattered piece of sanity to cling to when I catch sight of the cat on my counter tops. Ew.

"Jungkook, are you sure about this?"

He meets my gaze and there's no hesitation there. Not even any of the shyness that I expected to see. Just that same hunger, a dash of smugness and a dim red ring around his irises. Jungkook is still in control, but Professor BowTy himself is right there on the surface, watching and seeing everything that he sees.

That's kind of hot.

"Don't ask stupid questions." He repeats after me again.

I'm about to literally attack him with my mouth when he suddenly stands. My legs and arms wrap around to hold on tightly as he moves us to the pink bedroom. It would have been easier if I hadn't distracted him with a kiss that I can only describe as wild. There's no gentleness to it. It's all tongue and teeth and desperation to the point that I don't know how it started or when it could possibly end. Preferably never.

The trip to the bedroom isn't easy with Jungkook running into furniture that I'm definitely going to burn later for daring to get in our way. Occasionally he falls backwards into a wall as things continue to escalate. My hips roll and grind against him out of pure instinct. A growl rips from his throat as he pulls his mouth from mine and bites down on my shoulder. It's a power play to get me to calm down but all it does it turn me on more.

I can't believe daddy Jeon is punishing me like this. And I say that with a million heart emojis.

It seems to take an eternity, an eternity that is both torturous and pleasurable, to get to the bedroom. When we finally make it he practically throws me onto the bed. It's definitely the animal in me that wants to play and be chased, to draw this out to the point of pain and stretch our boundaries as far as they can go. I want him to devour me, but I want him to conquer me first.

When I land on the mattress I make myself appear as small and meek as possible, the exact opposite from what I am. I move backwards away from him, giving the illusion of a chase and he takes the bait, the red in his eyes brightening the tiniest bit.

With predatory movements that makes my insides jitter with anticipation, he crawls up after me, his gaze never wavering from my own. Not until I kick my pants off and turn away to crawl up the rest of the sheets. He releases a loud groan at the sight I'm presenting that I have to hold back a giggle at.

No laughing. It's ass trapping time.

Ugh. That sounded way too much like a trap version of the power rangers slogan.

"Why are you laughing?"

I'm ashamed to say that I've collapsed face first into the pillows in quiet laughter, hoping they would muffle the sound but clearly he's heard it. Flipping around, I lean backwards on my elbows as his eyes burn over inch of my skin.

"You'd look really hot as the red ranger."

"What?" He murmurs, obviously not listening as his fingers trace over my hip and along my panty line.

"Never mind." I say breathlessly. "Do you have any weird kinks?"

"No." The corner of his mouth kicks up as his eyes flick to mine. His hands go to my thighs and I open them easily for him to slip in between. "Do you?"

"Nothing...weird." For now I skirt around the subject. He'll find out one day. If he hasn't guessed it already. "But I do have a hard line."

As his mouth comes back down to mine I sigh happily, moving my hands down to explore his glorious chest. His Jeon titties are hard and firm and he squirms a little when I circle my thumbs around his nipples. Noting that for later.

"What is it?" He asks when we part for air and my mind blanks for a second as I struggle to remember what we were talking about before. "Don't pull my hair. Ever. I swear to Nemesis, I will pull your balls off if you try it."

"I wouldn't do that if you told me that was your hard line." He scoffs, looking insulted that I thought he might try it.

I know that because I trust him, but others had ignored that rule of mine and fucked around and found out. And our leader, R, has three daughters and takes a hard stance on anything that harms women so when those guys went to him to complain with really sore balls, he'd taken my side. Like the real man he is.

"I know."

Feeling the need to reassure him, I grab him by the wrist and bring it to my mouth. He shudders when I suck on the sensitive flesh there and his eyes close temporarily as he soaks the feeling in. When I release him, he kisses me again, finally bringing his body down to lay flush against mine. All of his unrelenting wall of muscles against the plump mounds of my breasts and the soft flesh of my belly. My body isn't perfect. Not like his. But I don't feel self conscious about it. I never have. But damn do I feel like the sexiest woman alive when he looks at me up and down with a smolder that could melt lead.

"Lucretia," I tremble as he whispers my name. The room fills with the darkness of the night filtering through the window and the distant sound of thunder rumbling in the sky.

"Hmm?" My fingertips stroke down his neck and over his shoulders.

"Teach me how to touch you."

He don't have to say that twice. But...

"Let me teach you something else first." He's surprised, but not unwilling when I lift my legs up around him and start pushing at the hem of his pants with my feet. "You know how I hate it when you open the door or pull out a chair for me? This is like that. I'm all about equal opportunities. Meaning, in my book, at least for your first time, you get to go first."

"But," he says, coincidentally, just as I get his pants and boxers down over his butt and grab a handful. Nice. "Ok then." He relents, as if he was really gonna fight me on this.

There's a flurry of movement then as he stands to wrestle the rest of his clothes off violently. I bite back a grin and slip off my panties. His eyes practically grow feral as they rove over my body and he rips open his bag and upends it. Clothing and few other things fly everywhere and roll under the bed but my little neat freak soulmate doesn't pay it any mind. He just throws things around like a madman until he finds what he's looking for.

I don't know if I should assume he was being cautious or planning on this that he thought ahead to bring condoms. But it's not like I'm gonna complain. Either way, I'm getting dicked down because it's my choice to.

Laying back, I grin teasingly at him as he opens the wrapper with his teeth and positions the condom on my dick—I mean his dick—which is now mine so it's my dick, just to sit up and grab it to do the job myself. He whimpers, honest to Pistis, whimpers when I unroll the rest of it with my mouth, all the way down until he touches the back of my throat. His legs shake as I slowly pull away and pinch the tip of the condom to ensure that it's going to catch all his little Jeon swimmers.

"C'mon, alpha," I pull him by the arms back to the bed and he follows me like I've mesmerized him. "Fella's first."

I take pride in how harsh his breaths are sawing in and out of his lungs, at the sweat dotting his brow, and of the absolute animalistic craving on his face.

Despite looking like he's ready to eat me alive he hesitates between my legs and I hold back a whimper of my own as his hardness presses against my thighs.

"What if I hurt you?"

"You won't." I promise, giving him a reassuring kiss to his cheek before my mind slips right back into hoeville.

"God." He groans as I take his dick in hand and circle the tip around my clit a few times.

That's all it seems to take for the last vestiges of his shyness to pass. A moment later he's replaced my hand and is directing himself right where I want him, not taking another second before he's sliding into me.

Another whimper escapes him, but this one is more eager, less restrained. He leans on his forearm next my head just as I hitch a leg over his hip and he sets the tone hard and fast, desperate and ravenous. And like the devoted soulmate I am, I give him everything his hips demand. Rolling my own and grinding, meeting him halfway. Both of us are just as wild as each other, taking what we want, from each other and together.

The whole time I stare intensely at his face, drinking up every emotion and feeling that paints it. This is a moment I refuse to forget. Hades himself couldn't pry it from me, not even in death.

Jungkook is mine. Everything about him. His lips and his hair and eyes. The little crinkle he gets in his nose when he's annoyed. All of his beautiful golden skin. Every second of his day. I want him now and I want him forever.

I want to bite him so he never forgets me.

Even in the throes of passion that thought stuns me. Lycans don't mark our chosen.

But I imagine it anyway. I picture it in my mind as he thrusts in and out of me and pants when I roll my hips to meet his own. How he would look with my mark over his throat to show everyone what I'd done to prove that he's mine.

I'm surprised when an orgasm hits me with those thoughts in mind. I hadn't expected it on his first time. But of course I'm not going complain. My vision whites out for a second and I whisper her name as I come, my thighs tightening around his hips whose movements are becoming more sloppy by the second.

A sound that's somewhere between a yelp and moan crawl out of his throat as his hips stutter to a halt. Panting, I stroke my fingers down his back as he we both come down from our high. It didn't last long at all but it was perfect. He is perfect.

Basking in the afterglow is most important here, but I open my eyes to look at the dark ceiling when a thought hits me.

Did Prometheus, the supreme trickster and god of fire and strategy help me get laid?!?

We...I guess thanks are in order, Prometheus. Thank you.

From the hearth in the living room, the fire seems to crackle louder.