Jeon Jungkook possibly had the most peaceful yet chaotic night of his life. All he could do was to stare at the sleeping beauty beside him and think about the most beautiful experience of his life that he had shared with her a few hours ago. The billionaire who was habituated to breaking hundreds of hearts for the first time feared of being heartbroken. He couldn’t deny the warmth and serenity that was filled in his heart by the tranquillity because of their tangled bodies.

He was awakened by the steady patter of rain against the roof. As the cosy warmth spread through him , he became aware of the luscious heat of Y/n’s body. She was nestled against his side beneath the comforter which had slipped down their waists while they slept. Slowly opening his eyes, he kissed the top of her head , then the soft skin of her shoulder made her hum. His gaze then shifted towards the bank of French doors. The morning light had muted the darkness of the night , bringing in new hope of life for the couple. Jungkook continued to stare outside for a few moments before shifting his gaze to the woman in his arms. If someone would have told him that he would be cuddling a woman who had his tongue tied, he would have sent that person to a mental asylum. But here he was, curling and sharing his body heat with the woman whom he had shared his first kiss with. Her black hair lay in tousled disarray across the pillow. Her face looked brighter in sleep, peaceful  and angelic with her dark lashes fanning her cheeks. Her lips were slightly parted , that he was tempted to kiss. But he didn’t want to risk waking her until he drank her with his eyes. So, he lay there watching her , barely breathing or blinking, wondering just when he had become so affectionate and obsessed with her.

Because he was completely smitten by her.

And it scared him shitless.

His feelings for Y/n were like an addiction. She was a powerful drug that could consume him, give him the highest highs and make him forget his sanity , his goals, his worries, everything he had ever deemed important.

Being with her was dangerous.

But he didn't care.

Dangerous or not. He was already in.

Unable to resist touching her , he stroked his knuckles up and down her arm, marvelling the silky softness of her skin.

Her lashes fluttered and then she slowly lifted her face to focus on the dark deep eyes of his. After a few moments a dreamy smile touched her lips.

"Good morning."

His mouth curved into a lazy response , "Morning."

Redness flushed her cheeks as she felt their entangled naked bodies, the euphoric teases of last night flashing in her eyes.

"How long have you been awake?"

"Not long." He whispered, kissing her forehead.

"Hmm.." She covered her mouth as she yawned and stretched her back in the bed. The movement dislodged the covers even more and made her full breasts thrust upwards. He stared at them. His cock thickened with arousal. It took everything it took for him to not palm them and suck onto those nipples like some sweet ripe berries.

Obliviously to his lustful thoughts, Y/n lay on her side with her head resting on her arm and one leg thrown over one of his calf.

"Is it raining?"

"Yes." He answered, grabbing her hand and lightly kissing her knuckles.

"Well.." she sighed. "I love when it rains and I don't have anywhere to go. I can just sleep and laze in my bed and enjoy the sound of rain from my window."

Jungkook smiled. "It's pretty cosy , isn't it?"

"Very." With a languid smile, she reached up and lazily combed her fingers through his soft hair enjoying the silky sensations of his strands beneath her fingers. The feel of her warmth made him momentarily close his eyes.

When she was about to pull away, he caught her wrist. Bringing her hand to his lips and still gazing into her eyes, he kissed the centre of her palm, making her shiver.

When he licked her soft skin, she shuddered and pulled away. "Hey..that tickles." She laughed.

"And I love making you smile in every way.”

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"Come on Jungkook." Y/n protested weakly as he caged her between his much larger frame and the bedroom door. "I really need to go."

"Why?" He bit her neck , silencing her protests.

She couldn't think straight with his hard and taut body pressed against her soft one. Today Jungkook was different. And she didn't know if it was the kiss or the overall change in him but she liked the moments he spent with her right from the morning.

"I really need to go. I am on a deadline." She said breathlessly as he sucked her collarbone,  sending fury of heated shivers through her. His arm circled her waist , dragging her closer as the thick ridge of his erection dug her belly. " Why do you have to go so early? We still have a couple of hours until the submission time starts."

"I told you," she managed to choke out. "If I stay here longer we both will get late for our work and you know that too well. But-" She broke off with a gasp as he outlined the swell of her breast with his finger , teasing and tweaking her nipple with his thumb.

"But what?" He used his teeth to tug down her sweater over the lacey cup of her bra.

"I will be back in time to have dinner with you." She finished on a whimper, sinking her fingers in the softness of his black locks as she was pushed against the door. She couldn't believe how turned on she was right now. She didn't have to be this aroused after he kept her up half the night rocking her body and world in heated, twisted, sweaty and erotic orgasms. She couldn't possibly have any orgasms  left inside her.

"Ohh." She moaned as Jungkook sucked her one hard and dark pebble, sending a shaft of need spiralling to her core. "Jungkook. "

"Stay." He lashed her nipple with hot flicks of his tongue, making her arch and writhe against him. She could feel the relentless heat of his erection through his sweats.

She found herself panting and trembling as he kissed his way down her body, his mouth open all but searing all the clothes off. The pulsing throb between her legs begged to be soothed.

When he put his hand on her waist, she lifted her hips to let him pull her black shorts off. Her damp and slick panties followed.

He licked the curve of her waist and bit her hip bone, then gripped her thighs and spread them apart with his big palms. She stared down at him, her heart thundering as she watched his head move between her shaking legs. When he sucked the tender flesh of her inner thigh, she cried out in ecstasy , her fingers tightening in his hair.

"Jungkook……" She couldn't stop repeating his name at all.

"You're not going back right now." He lifted her right leg over his shoulder and licked her leaking slit.

"But-"

"No more words , Cupcake."

The softness of his hair brushed against her inner thighs and her head thunder against the door, her eyes closing as the wet heat of his tongue drove any further protests from her mind.

An hour later she staggered out of his mansion and practically ran out of the door, convulsed in breathless giggles.

Jungkook had managed to put up just the jeans, and an unbuttoned shirt as he escorted her towards the car. Had it been in his hand , he would have left no other minute to pull her up again in his bedroom.

As she reached the car door, he helped her in and closed the door, later instructing his driver and bodyguards to send her to her place safely.

Y/n almost rolled her eyes, looking at his possessiveness and the cold tone which matched to nothing as he was when they were inside his bedroom.

When he was done with his hundredth instruction he closed the car door , and bent down leaving a slow yet wanting kiss on Y/n's lips.

"Don't take too long." He called after her.

Y/n smiled against his lips, "I won't be . Don't worry. Now go, get ready and rock the meeting. I will meet you tonight. "

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She returned to Jungkook's mansion shortly after eight. She tried her best not to look flustered and excited when his security and bodyguards greeted her.

Sometimes she wondered how weird it was that even after spending so many nights in his bed, she would feel the same kind of rush of adrenaline and dopamine in her veins.

She was wearing a short-skirted, low cut white dress with strappy black high heels. She'd bought the outfit during her shopping excursion with Sohee. When she bought the dress she wasn't so comfortable with the kind of seductiveness it had. It wasn't the kind of dress she
would have picked out on her own, but she loved the way she looked and felt in it. Saucy, feminine and ultra sexy.

When she reached his main door, she keyed in the access code. Before she could turn the doorknob, Jungkook yanked the door open and devoured her with a single scorching look that turned her bones to cinders.

"Fuck, you look amazing," he growled.

"Well, thank you." She gave him a coy smile and a deliberate once-over. "You don't look half bad yourself."

He was wearing a navy blue button-down shirt that looked soft and expensive. His black slacks were tailored to hug his thick, powerful thighs. The dark clothes strikingly accentuated his black hair and tanned skin.
She gave him an appreciative smile, "Not bad at all."

“Get in here." He plucked her off her feet, swung her around and kicked the door shut behind them.

Laughing breathlessly, she tossed her black purse on the foyer table, then wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips. He kissed her senseless, sucking the cotton candy gloss right off her lips. She kissed him back just as ravenously, losing herself in the taste and feel of him.

“Angel" he whispered between long, clinging kisses that tugged between her thighs. “I am not letting you go next time."

"I've only been gone a few hours," she whispered back.

"Nine," he corrected. “You've been gone for nine hours. That's more than a few."

She sucked the tip of his tongue. "You were counting?"

“Always." He lightly bit her lip. “You were gone way too long."

"I'm sorry. We had more assignments to complete than we thought.” She smiled into his eyes, lacing her fingers behind his neck.

“How are you gonna handle us being apart when you will be on business trips?”

“Hell if I know. I'm trying not to think about it.” He ran his hands under the flouncy hem of her dress, palmed her bare cheeks and groaned. “You're wearing a thong?"

"I am," she whispered.

"Fuck, Cupcake. " He squeezed her ass. "Dinner might have to wait."

She laughed. “But I'm hungry.”

"So am I." He rubbed his erection against her crotch. “Can't you tell?"

“Yes indeed." Her clit throbbed as she licked at the seam of his lips. "Feed me first. Then fuck me.”

He groaned, his cock jumping. “I love it when you talk dirty.”

She grinned, nibbling his bottom lip. "You've been a corrupting influence on me. Even Sohee noticed that I swear more than I used to."

“Damn. I'm sorry."

"No, you're not.” She smiled teasingly as she kissed him, feeling the rush of heat from his lips. "Jungkook?"

"What, baby?"

"Why are you carrying me to your bedroom?"

He exhaled softly. "Damn. I was hoping you wouldn't notice."

"Uh-huh. You tried it."

He sighed and reversed direction, smiling between kisses as he carried her into the living room.

“Let me get back in the kitchen." He set her down, his hands resting on her waist as he leaned down to whisper in her ear, "The sooner I feed you, the sooner I can eat."

His dirty words caused a full-body shiver, which made his lips curl wickedly  before he released her and headed toward the kitchen.

She smiled after admiring the way his ass looked in his black slacks. "Do you need any help?"

"Nah. Everything's ready. I just need to do a couple more things."

She inhaled  the air appreciatively. "Whatever you made smells absolutely delicious."

“Hope you like it." She thought she detected a hint of nervousness in his voice. "Want some wine?"

"I think I'll wait until dinner.”

She wandered from the living room, the click of her heels echoing in the enormous space. "I can't get over your mansion , Jungkook. Did you ever plan these interiors?"

His low chuckle drifted from the kitchen. "Can't say I did."

She smiled, passing a well-stocked wine cellar and a richly furnished library before reaching the entertainment wing.

On the left was a state-of-the-art home theatre. She went right, entering the spacious game room. There was a humongous flatscreen television, wet bar, gaming consoles, air hockey table, poker table and a pool table as the centrepiece.

Archie Moore's autographed boxing gloves were enshrined in a glass case, illuminated by a spotlight. Smile warming, Y/n wandered across the room for a closer look.

A wall was decorated with all the business books and the prestigious allocates that he had named after himself.

"Who gave you permission to enter my man cave?"

She looked over her shoulder, her stomach automatically fluttering when she saw Jungkook standing in the doorway.

He was watching her with a stern expression, arms folded across his big chest. But there was a glimmer of a smirk in his eyes.

"I didn't realise I needed permission to enter your man cave." She turned slowly and gave him a challenging stare. “Now that I'm here, am I going to get punished?"

His eyes roamed provocatively up and down her body. “I have a few ideas."

“Of course" She slowly circled the pool table, running her finger along the green felt surface. "The thing is...ideas are just ideas."

He prowled toward her with lustful purpose in his gaze. "Meaning?"

"Talk is cheap." She bent over the table, letting her cleavage spill over the low neckline of her dress.

Jungkook groaned appreciatively.Reveling in his reaction, she smiled suggestively and bent lower, pretending to aim a cue stick at the neatly racked balls. Jungkook came up behind her, trapping her between the table and his hard-muscled body.

"Watch me sink the eight ball in the corner pocket,” she whispered.

He gave an amused snort. "You need to be holding an actual stick to sink any balls."

She laughed coyly and flipped her hair to one side to expose her neck, knowing
he wouldn't be able to resist. Sure enough, he leaned down and licked her nape. She shivered and arched back against him, arousal tightening in her belly and curling her toes.

"Why are you teasing me?" he growled low in her ear. "Didn't you say I should feed you before I fuck you?"

“Y-Yes," she whispered breathlessly.

"Then why are you trying to seduce me?" He sank his teeth into her neck, making her cry out with pleasure.“Do you have any idea how much I want to rip this sexy little dress off your body, bend you over this table and bury myself balls-deep against your ass?"

She whimpered, little shudders racing down her spine with every word out of
his mouth, every lash of his warm breath against her skin.

"Why so quiet?" he taunted, rubbing his nose against her nape. "Cat got your
tongue?"

"No," she said in a breathy voice. "I was just wondering..."

"Wondering what?"

“Can you teach me how to play pool?”

His veiny hand came up to her throat, squeezing it with enough pressure. "I don't think you are playing a nice game, Cupcake."

"I don't know what you are talking about." She murmured breathlessly. The warmth of his touch began to make her stomach coil.

"You will soon know what I am talking about." He nuzzled the spot where her neck met her shoulder, turning her body into a trembling mass of sensation.

She peeked over her shoulder at him. “So what do you say? Will you teach me?”

“Um-hmm. I’ll teach you.” He took her earlobe between his teeth, sucking it. “I’ll teach you anything you want.”

Arousal thickened inside her, dampening her lacy thong. She bit her twitching lip. “Um, I’m good on everything else—”

He swatted her ass, making her laugh.

“Such a damn tease.” His voice was a sexy grumble at her ear. “I can’t wait to fuck you on this table. I think I would rather break this table while I do you for good..”

Her thighs trembled so hard she had to lock her knees just to keep standing.

“I…um—” Her voice stuttered out as he slid his hand under her dress, caressing her leg before moving slowly to the inside of her thighs. Hot shivers of electricity shot through her sex as he began rubbing his thumb over the damp crotch of her thong.

She closed her eyes, trying to recapture her train of thought. “We should probably—”

"What?" He brushed  the scanty fabric aside and slicked his thumb over her pulsing clit. She sucked in a breath and arched her back, her fingers curling into the edge of the pool table. Pressing his mouth to the hollow below her ear, he whispered tauntingly, “We should what?"

“Eat," she whimpered as more shudders quaked through her. "We should go before the food gets cold."

He smirked devilishly and kissed the side of her neck. “Don't start something you can't finish."

She bit her lip helplessly as he nudged her thong back in place and smoothed her dress down. Then he took her hand and led her from the room, teasing her some more as he guided her down the hall and up the sweeping staircase to the private rooftop skydeck.

It wasn't her first time up there so she'd already been blown away by the outdoor kitchen , hot tub and wet bar.

She was in for another big surprise when she stepped outside and saw what was waiting for her.

There was a cosy table for two in front of the fireplace. It was covered with a white tablecloth and lit by flickering candles. Silver warming dishes were arranged on a linen-draped side table. White paper lanterns were scattered around the deck. Their soft flames added to the enchanting glow of the moon and the firelight

"Jungkook." She melted into a shivery puddle, feeling thoroughly romanced.
"You're very good at wining and dining."

"Only for you, Cupcake. Only for you." Chuckling, he leaned down and kissed her temple. “Come on, gorgeous. Your table awaits.”

Soft music played in the background as he escorted her to the table and pulled out a chair for her, winking as she sat down.

He pushed her chair in, unfolded a linen napkin and placed it in her lap with an elegant flourish. Then he leaned down and brushed his lips over hers, his eyes twinkling as he whisper-crooned against her mouth, "I wouldn't do this if it weren't for you."

His words left her too stunned to speak.

He smiled and uncorked a bottle of wine that looked expensive. He poured them each a glass, then sat down across from her.

She felt a little hot and breathless just looking at him.

He raised his glass to her, his dark eyes gleaming in the firelight. “To us."

She smiled softly and raised her glass. “To us."

They clinked glasses across the table, their gazes clinging as they drank.

“Mhmm," Y/n murmured appreciatively. "This wine is amazing. What is it?"

"It is Romanee-Conti."

"It is delicious." Licking her lips, she moved on to the appetisers, surprisingly all of her favourite dishes that were splayed on the table. She gave him a suggestive eye, while he dodged it with a smirk. Moving to a piece of antipasto skewers, she hummed in appreciation. "That is scrumptious. Wow."

Jungkook looked pleased. “You like it?”

“Are you kidding? It’s incredible.” She took another bite, giving him an awed look. “Did you make these yourself?”

“I did.” His eyes glinted at her. “Are you impressed?”

“Beyond impressed.”

They finished the platter of appetisers between lazy sips of wine, never taking their eyes off each other as the romantic music serenaded them in the background.

The appetiser was followed by a traditional Argentinian salad that combined hearts of palm, avocado and tomato with a fresh lime-cilantro dressing. Y/n was in culinary heaven.

“And now the main course.” Jungkook set a steaming plate in front of her.

“Yummm.” Her mouth watered as she stared down at the aromatic food. “What’s this?”

“Milanesa. The unofficial national dish in Argentina.”

“Really?” Y/n grinned.

"I must say, I’m totally loving the theme of tonight’s dinner."

He winked. “I aim to please.”

“Oh, you have. Very much.”

He motioned to her plate. "This was the last dish dad made before I was sent to boarding school. We had a man to man talk even if I was barely a teenager, it was one of the few good moments in my life."

She smiled faintly, trying to picture a young Jungkook who would have been a softer and gentler version of the angry and ruthless billionaire in front of her. They sipped their wine in silence for a few monets before she took time to unravel her surroundings again.

"I can't believe you did all this by yourself. Jeon Jungkook, a romantic? Who would have thought that, Mr Jeon?"

"Don't romanticise me Y/n. I am not your prince charming you read in your books." His eyes held a teasing glint.

"Oh you are very much my prince charming. Just in a twisted way."

His heart thudded against his chest. It wasn't an everyday experience for him to get speechless over a few affirmations. He was Jeon Jungkook. The best in everything that he did. Be it his school, sports, business or in bed. There was no one who could complete him.

But her words affected him. Much more than they should. He wondered when was the last time people accepted him for what he was. He wondered when was the last time someone told him to take a break and they liked him for who he was rather than the expectations for him to upgrade.

He was experiencing a new emotion. It wasn't hatred that he felt for Kaya nor was it softness he had for his family and friends. This feeling was something stronger , more peaceful and more beautiful than anything else that he had experienced in his life.

"So.." he drawled, trying to ease the chaos in his mind and heart. "How is everything at the university? How's that girl Emma? Emily? Doing"

Y/n narrowed her eyes at him. He suppressed his smile looking at her fuming expressions. Of course he was joking, heck he didn't even know the girl's name. But it was fun to bring her over the edge. He had to play his revenge card for all the times Y/n made his heart go crazy tonight.

"You seem to be very concerned about her, Mr Jeon. Are you perhaps missing her?" She spoke bitterly. She was still very much in her sweet tone but the words were no less than burning lava.

"Why are you so salty? Perhaps jealous?" Jungkook looked at her with a challenging stare and she knew she couldn't give him the satisfaction of making her jealous.

"You wish." She scoffed, her fingers holding the glass so hard, she was afraid it would break.

"You are." He asserted. "Your cheeks are flushed with anger, ears fuming and jaw clenched. You are trying to control your anger."

"Fine. I am." She hated how right he was. He always stated facts and it was really hard to defeat him in a battle of words.

"Why? You don't have a reason to be."

Y/n pressed her lips in a thin line. She lowered her glass to the table, twisting the stem between her fingers. “I guess I don’t like thinking of you with other women. I hate it, actually.”

When his eyebrow lifted ever so slightly, the words came tumbling out. "I hate the way women fawn over you and throw themselves at you. I hate that there are a crap ton of social media pages devoted to worshipping you and your big dick. And don't even get me started with the comments on your Instagram posts.Few days ago, at the food court, Grandma Aria and I sat near a table of girls who were watching your pictures on their phones. You should have heard the X-rated things they were saying about you, Jungkook. You have no idea how murderous I felt.!” She exclaimed in outrage. “It was disturbing and infuriating, and I’m not embarrassed to admit that I wanted to strangle a bunch of tweens for lusting after you. Honestly, I’ve never in my life felt so freaking possessive over a guy. I absolutely hate it, but I can’t help the way I feel.”

In the ensuing silence, Jungkook stared at her as if he’d never seen her before. There was a deep satisfaction he felt over her possessiveness for him. For the first time he felt wanted. Like someone wanted him in their life.

Mortified by her verbal diarrhoea, she tossed back the rest of her wine and set the empty glass down with a sharp clink.

A slow smile lifted the corners of Jungkook's mouth.

“It’s not funny,” she snapped.

“I’m not laughing,” he insisted, even as his eyes sparkled with laughter. “Believe me, baby, I understand exactly where you’re coming from.”

“Oh, please,” she snorted. “How could you possibly understand? I’m not a famous sex symbol with millions of guys jerking off to my picture—”

His brows slammed together, all traces of amusement gone. "Please don’t put that thought in my head," he growled. "You already know how I feel about guys checking you out. It makes me fucking homicidal. I wouldn't mind killing those jerks and giving them the most painful death myself."

Y/n felt a giggle bubble up in her throat.

He glared at her. “You think this is funny?”

“No way!”

“Then why are you trying not to laugh?”

“I’m not! I am just proving to you that we are on the same page. Except I am a lot less violent than you.” Her lips stretched in a smile and she gave him a wink, feeling like she won a battle.

Jungkook bit his lip, refraining himself from kissing the damn smug smile that decorated her face. He hated losing but he didn't mind if it was her. He had already lost himself to her..small battle of words was nothing compared to those.

It only took a few seconds, until a gush of cold wind surrounded them and danced along with his angel. Her hair swayed in the direction of wind, moonlight casting a glowing radiance on her face and she looked none less than an actual angel in her white dress. It was a perfect moment and he couldn't let it go to waste. So he plucked his phone from his pocket, capturing a picture of her while she savoured and enjoyed the view.

Smiling, he relaxed back into his chair and drank his wine, never taking his gaze off her as she serenaded him. Feeling extra playful, she slipped off her shoe and rubbed her foot against his calf, watching his eyes glimmer with pleasure.

“Don't tease me if you are planning not to do anything about it.” he rumbled.

She tucked her toes up inside his pant leg and stroked his warm skin. His eyes grew even more heavy lidded, seductive and hungry.

“I will serve you well, Mr Jeon.”

She danced her toes up to his knee and stopped. When he reached down to grab her foot, she giggled impishly and pulled away.

He gave her a surly grin. “Such a damn tease.”

She laughed and dabbed the corners of her mouth with her napkin, then set it beside her empty plate with a rapturous sigh. “Thank you so much for dinner, Jungkook. The meal was absolutely delicious."

"I did not have my fun though."

Her cheeks flushed knowing the cruel intentions behind his words.

"What fun?"

His eyes gleamed. “You up for some salsa?”

She grinned. “Are you trying to intimidate me?” She bit her lip. “Frankly, after knowing how good you are at everything,I’m a little intimidated.”

“Don’t be,” he chuckled dryly.  “I’ll teach you the steps. It’s all in the hips and footwork.”

“I don’t know, Jungkook, ” she said dubiously. “It looks harder than you make it sound.”

"Are you scared your wealthy ass won't be able to match me?" He mocked her with the same words that she threw at him once.

She loved these moments between them. Most of the time he treated her like a princess, but there were times like these where they had their banter, that gave her a hope of having something permanent and casual with him..like everyone else.

"Show me how good a teacher you are, Mr Jeon."

He gave her a sexy grin, then got up and went to change the music. As the jaunty notes of a salsa song started playing, he sauntered back to the table, his hips already moving as he held out his hand to her.

“May I ?.” he said in a voice like silk.

She almost creamed in her panties. Heart jackhammering, she put her hand in his and let him lead her to the middle of the floor.

“Don’t worry, Cupcake. You’re in good hands.”

She smiled up at him. “I have no doubt.”

He smirked and put his hand on the middle of her back. His fingers on her bare skin sent heat swirling low and fast in her stomach. Every hair on her flesh stood on end.

He linked his other hand with hers, holding them high. “Just follow my lead.”

“Okay.” She was already breathless.

“It’s basically one-two-three-pop. One-two-three-pop.” He wound his hips in time with the music. She marvelled at his effortless movements, at the innate sexuality emanating from every muscle. He danced the way he fucked, with his whole body and soul. It made him a highly distracting dance partner.

When she stumbled, his hand tightened on her back, steadying her.

“Sorry,” she mumbled sheepishly.

“You’re doing fine,” he said soothingly. “Just relax and soak in the music. It's not your exam, baby. You don’t have to be perfect. This is our moment. So just enjoy it.”

“I know.” She shivered as his big hand guided her while the singer crooned in an unknown language.

“I like this song. What’s it called?”

"Noche De Sexo"

"Noche De Sexo?"

“Yes, Cupcake.” Jungkook’s eyes glinted wickedly as he translated some of the lyrics. " So, tell me now that you give it to me .I wanna feel you, kiss you .I wanna lick you with my tongue. And you'll feel good. We'll have a really good time. Can't you see I'm hurting. Seeing time passing by and not eating you."
 

“Oh fuck” Y/n could feel damp heat gathering between her legs. Her upper body was almost flush with Jungkook’s, her breasts touching his chest. She curved one hand behind his neck as she stared into the dark pools of his eyes. He was so sexy. So freaking hot she almost combusted on the spot.

“That’s it, my girl. Now you’re getting the hang of it.” He grinned down at her rhythmically shuffling feet. “I knew you’d be a fast learner.”

She gave him a saucy wink. Her vibrant white dress was perfect for dancing the bachata. The flouncy hem flared out around her thighs as she twirled and swivelled her hips to the music. Jungkook couldn’t take his eyes off her.

“You’re so beautiful, baby,” he breathed. “So unbelievably fucking beautiful.”

"You are not half bad yourself."

They smiled intimately at each other as they danced to the pulsing tempo of the music. She was dizzy with his masculine scent, intoxicated by the feel of his body moving sinuously against hers. The man had some serious moves. If it were biologically possible to get pregnant from dancing, she’d already be in her third trimester.

He took her hand and twirled her around, making her dress swoosh around her legs as he pulled her back against him. She could feel his quickened breath on the back of her neck as he nuzzled her while keeping rhythm with the music.

Her pulse was racing wildly, and her blood simmered and sizzled in her veins. As his hips ground seductively against her ass, she looked back at him from beneath her lashes.

“You’re so good at this,” she whispered.

“You bring out the best in me.” His voice rumbled low against her ear. “Meeting you was the best thing.. In every way.”

His words made her shiver before he twirled her back around to face him. She laughed breathlessly, her head tipped back as the stars twinkled above them. She felt boneless, exhilarated, positively electrified.

As the song changed to something slower, Jungkook's hand tightened on her back, drawing her deeper into his sensual embrace. She melted against him, their eyes meeting in a slow dance of heat and promise.

They moved rhythmically together, their hips rolling against each other, thighs brushing with every step and turn. It was an unbelievably sexy dance and the music was just as steamy, punctuated by suggestive moans and groans.

His body was pressed into hers, his knee gently parting her legs while his hips undulated against hers. She could feel the thick bulge of his erection sliding against her belly. A sizzling, demanding ache pulsed between her thighs as her eyes drifted from his face to the strong column of his throat exposed by his open shirt collar. Her fingers itched to loosen the remaining buttons and roam over his muscular chest.

Without missing a step, he clasped her face with both hands and pulled his forehead to hers. He used his thumb to tease her lips open so he could taste her. The first touch of his tongue against hers nearly drove her to her knees. Her nipples puckered so tight they hurt, and her clit throbbed like a drum.

She wound her arms around his neck as his mouth slowly invaded hers. Meshing her hands into his hair, she kissed him back, their tongues twirling as their bodies continued grinding erotically to the music.

When his hands slid down her back and cupped the curves of her ass, they moaned into each other’s mouths. She was so caught up in the pleasure that she barely noticed him reaching under her dress until he ripped her flimsy thong off.

He swallowed her surprised gasp and lifted her up in his arms, groaning thickly when she twined her legs around his waist.

“Let’s finish this downstairs,” he rasped, already striding across the deck. The world whirled around her as he carried her down through the living room, down the hall and into the softly glowing bedroom suite.

He crossed to the bed and set her down on her feet, keeping her body in full contact with his all the way. She was so overheated she wouldn’t have been surprised to see smoke rising from her skin.

She watched breathlessly as he ripped his shirt open, exposing the powerful muscles of his chest. They rippled enticingly as he shrugged out of the shirt and threw it aside, then quickly stripped off his pants and boxer briefs. The sight of his bulging cock made her mouth water and her legs go weak.

When he reached for her, she expected him to tear her dress off as well. Instead he lifted it slowly over her thighs, hips and stomach, the heat of his fingers against her skin making her senses reel. He stared into her eyes as she raised her arms, letting him pull the dress up over her head. By the time it hit the floor, she was breathing so hard she was almost hyperventilating.

Jungkook possessively traced her body with his eyes, taking in every bit of her. Then he unhurriedly lowered his head, brushing soft kisses along her throat and shoulders, driving her wild with want.

"Strip." he whispered against her skin.

"Back to your dominating self?" She tried to fill up the humour, but her voice came out so breathless and the look in his eyes essayed no indication of laughter. She knew her joke failed miserably.

"Strip, Y/n. I don't like to repeat twice."

Y/n..her name. That conveyed the threat in his words. He was in no mood to joke around further.

Licking her lips, she stepped out of her high heels and then removed her lace bra, watching his eyes grow impossibly darker as they locked onto her breasts. The bold appreciation in his hungry stare had wetness trickling down between her thighs.

He picked her up and took her whole breast into his mouth, sucking strongly. She cried out and arched back, closing her eyes to absorb the electric pulses racing to her clit.

He tumbled her down onto the bed and stretched out beside her, not on top of her where she needed him. As he slowly kissed her mouth and brushed her hair back from her face, she stared up at him from beneath lowered lashes. Hunger for him flooded her body and seared her nerve endings, making her so wet it was embarrassing.

"Jung-"

“Shh.” He reached down and parted her legs, smiling with dark male satisfaction when he saw the purplish hickey on the inside of her thigh.

“You did that,” she whispered to him.

His eyes glittered. “Just marking my territory.”

She gave a breathy laugh. “Your territory?”

"Mine. All mine." His hand skimmed up her thigh, raising goose bumps before he slid two fingers between the slick folds of her sex.

She sucked in a sharp breath, her hips bucking off the bed as he spread her creamy arousal over her slit in maddeningly slow passes.

“So wet,” he crooned seductively. “I love how wet you get for me, Cupcake.”

She whimpered incoherently as he slowly stretched out on top of her, his hips falling into the cradle of her thighs. She felt feverish, delirious with longing as she wrapped her legs around his hips.

“I’m going to take all night with you,” he rumbled darkly.

“Yes,” she practically begged. “Please.”

He held her gaze as he entered her with one powerful stroke, scorching his name across her heart and soul. She cried out, locking her ankles behind his back as he began thrusting into her, his round ass flexing beneath her legs.

“Fuck…you feel so good,” he groaned.

She moaned with pleasure, licking his soft lips.

He growled, the sound rising from the base of his throat. Then he lowered his head and sank his teeth into the hollow of her neck, sucking more bruises on her sensitive skin. Her thighs quivered around him, her nails raking down his back.

He shuddered against her and lifted his head, his dark eyes blazing into hers as he plunged in and out of her, stretching her deliciously. He made her body sizzle and burn with each hot, driving stroke. Her nipples were pebble-hard and stinging against his chest, her pussy clamping tightly around him. He was heavy on top of her, big and thick inside of her, and she absolutely couldn’t get enough.

“Fuck.” Jungkook gripped her throat, his hips and back rising and falling like ocean waves as he deepened his strokes, slamming between her thighs.

They were both needy, desperate, lust mixing with something unrecognisable until the two emotions were completely inseparable.

His mouth captured hers, stealing her breath with a hot, wet, soul-searing kiss. Seconds later she climaxed in an explosive wave that swept down her legs and straight to her toes, curling them in ecstasy as she screamed his name.

He watched her come apart beneath him, shuddering as she bruised his back with her nails. Groaning with need, he slid out of her and flipped her over, pulling her onto all fours.

Still shivering from the fury of her orgasm, she looked over her shoulder at him, watching as he lubricated her with his saliva so that he was filling her as deep as he could go. So deep she could feel his heartbeat through his cock.

He looked so hot..there was no fire in the world that could combust him. Like a king, who owned the world and everyone would crawl on their feet and bow to him..just like what she was doing at the moment.

The pleasure was so intense that she lost her breath, her eyes going unfocused for a moment as her arms wobbled beneath her.

“Jungkook,” she whined helplessly. “Please …” He began fucking her desperately, his face fierce and primal above hers, his thrusts raw and urgent. She throbbed with pleasure, moaning and chanting loud enough for the entire world to hear.

He was so raw in his passion, so wild and animalistic as he rode her deep and hard, grinding against her with his pubic bone and the granite length of his cock. She moaned feverishly and pushed back at every thrust, loving the sound of his pelvis slapping her ass.

“I need you, Cupcake. Need you so fucking much.”

“I need you, too,” she panted, enjoying the savage arousal on his face as he circled his hips, pounding his dick in and out of her. The feeling was indescribable.

Sweat trickled down his temple as he glided his hand up her quivering torso, cupped one breast and pinched her aching nipple. She cried out and arched her back, grinding her pussy against his swollen balls.

He groaned loudly and clamped his huge hands on her ass, clutching both cheeks as he yanked her tighter against him. She fisted the sheets and screamed with pleasure as he fucked her faster, harder, holding nothing back.

They came together with such raw passion that it filled her heart to bursting. She felt heady and delirious, her body quaking as Jungkook clasped her tightly against him, his pulsing heat spurting into her depths.

When his cock stopped jerking and her pussy stopped spasming around him, she let out a moan-sigh combo and closed her eyes.

They both were exhausted, still in need. Not for another round of sex, but for the need to again feel each other, and hold themselves in their warmth.

Grabbing his breath, he turned her around to face him, careful not to crush her by his weight. When she looked in his eyes, they had turned into something softer..the ones that were only witnessed by her. And she only hoped that this side of him was not only for one night or two. She wished she would see many shades of him that only belonged to her.

Daintily, he brushed a strand of her hair. Her hair was messy, her cheeks flushed, lips swollen and skin covered with the sheen of sweat. He would never be able to stop himself from worshipping her beauty. Slowly, he lowered himself, letting his breath tease her wanting lips for a second before he captured hers with a hurried want. He bit her lip, earning a gasp before slipping his tongue in her mouth and tasting all her needs. She shuddered, gripping his shoulders, her nails traced the art on his muscular back.

"Fuck..I don't think I will ever stop kissing you." He shuddered a rough whisper.

"You don't need to."

"Did you enjoy yourself today?

"Are you asking me to give your fucking skills a rating? Well I would say-"

He slapped her bare butt.

“Ow,” she laughed.

“Smartass.” He hooked an arm around her waist and pulled her close until she lay on her side facing him.

"There has never been a dull moment with you, Jungkook. And I don't think there ever would be."

His face softened. Then he leaned down and kissed her, long and deep, sliding his tongue against hers while his fingers moved between her legs, tenderly parting her folds and rubbing her clit. Her thighs went hot and quivery, every fibre of her being sizzling to life.

Without releasing her mouth, he pressed her back onto the mattress and sank slowly inside her. Their eyes locked, communicating everything they felt for each other. Once Jungkook started to move, it didn’t take them long to fall into a deep, passionate rhythm.

After they climaxed together, he stayed buried inside her, unwilling to break their connection as they fell asleep in each other’s arms.