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Control.
There’s something about it that just appeals to you.
Being in control has made you one of the top earners in your company. It keeps you focused. You can trust yourself to do the right thing every time. To make things happen, and you do.
Your friends look to you to lead. And you’ve never felt better after taking control of your health and fitness routine lately.
But when it comes to your dating life, that’s one place you would rather leave all of it at the door.
Unfortunately, the guys you’ve been seeing, don’t understand that about you. You’ve had to plan dates, lead conversations, even teach someone how to kiss.
You’ve lost count how many times you’ve had to be on top to get what you wanted from sex. How many times you’ve continuously directed guys on what to do just to get you off. When all you really want is for someone to just throw you into the mattress and ruin you for anyone else.
One day, it happened.
~
You’ve just left dinner with the latest guy you’ve been seeing. His name is Neil, and he’s… nice. Your best-friend Jimin set you up with him in an effort to play matchmaker.
The first date with Neil was a favor to Jimin, but then you realize he isn’t such a bad guy to keep around.
He cooks. He’s a lawyer. He likes going to the movies. He just hasn’t made you come. You hate that you pretend to, but there’s nothing else wrong with him. It’s fair sex. It gets you by and so you let Neil stay.
But how long can you go on like this? It’s been three months already.
Jimin: So, how’s it going with Neil? We’re coming up on four months.
You told Jimin you would text him when you were on your way home.
The streets are well lit and filled with people walking in and out restaurants on this warm summer night. The bars are just getting a buzz as it’s only nine. You had wine at dinner, but the dinner was so dry your thirst spiked for something stronger.
You: Yeah, it was ok. He’s nice. We’ve been having a fine time.
Jimin: You sound like you’re courting in the fifty's Y/N. 😂
Your lack of spark was obviously reading through text.
You: I don’t know. He’s just ok. There’s nothing wrong with him. I do like him, just something is missing.
You keep the main factor to yourself to not embarrass Neil. Though there’s nothing inherently bad about how he has sex, he just doesn’t fuck you the way you prefer it.
You come to the realization that he’s just not right for you.
The text bubbles start and stop with Jimin before the text comes in.
Jimin: Is he bad in bed? 😬
You feel your cheeks flush and a billowing laugh comes through while you type your response. You’re standing in front of a bar that’s fairly busy. The music coming from inside is your kind of music, and the sign out front offers drink specials before ten.
You glance at the time in the left corner of your phone screen.
9: 17pm.
You: I’m not going to confirm or deny that.
Jimin: Aw, come on! You can tell me! I won’t say anything.
You scoff putting your phone back in your purse. Jimin might not say anything to anyone in your friend group, but he would for sure tell his boyfriend Namjoon. And he couldn’t hold water.
Showing your ID to the bouncer at the door, you walk into the dimly lit bar decorated in black from floor to ceiling. The inside wasn’t anything unique or special from what you could tell. Leather booths and chairs. A long wooden bar that stretched across the room, stopping at a small dance floor.
There were people on it, moving to the music with bottles or glasses in hand. You parked yourself on an empty stool at the bar. A few away to the left from a couple and two down from a small group of girls dressed for a night on the town to the right.
“Do you think he’s working tonight?” One girl asked, leaning on the edge to get a glimpse of the bartender on the opposite end.
“He usually is on a Fridays,” another girl replied.
These girls obviously knew something you didn’t.
You wait patiently for the bartender to make their way back down this side, and as he comes into view the girls beside you giggle with excitement.
It was understandable.
He’s gorgeous. Tall with broad shoulders and a thick chest that was protruding in his tight white t-shirt. The short sleeves squeezed snuggly around his biceps; one arm completely covered in tattoos all the way down to his fingers. Not to mention the tight dark jeans that sat just at his narrow waist; the white brim of his Calvin Klein underwear peaking and a hand towel tucked right in the back.
But it was his smile that send a wash of tingles down your body like a bucket of water.
Overwhelmingly adorable. And it caught you off guard, disarming you from the tough expectations you’d get from a lip ring and short haircut, just short enough to run your hand through and could barely get a handful of.
He was cute but at the same time undeniably sexy.
He glances at you with wide eyes and a smirk before brimming to the group of girls who had obviously been here first.
“Hey ladies. Back again?” He asks, leaning on the bar closer to them. The timber of his voice warm and inviting.
“We said we’d come back to see you, didn’t we?” A different girl says. Her voice light and airy.
“So I should just expect you every Friday then,” he smiles. His eyes caressing each of the girls with fascination.
The girls laugh and touch their hair playfully.
The entire exchange you find a little nauseating to watch. The way they’re throwing themselves at him is pretty shameless. Pushing up their cleavage without trying to make it obvious. Or touching his arm when he placed their drinks down on font of them.
“Starting a tab?” He asks with that winning smile.
“Of course. We’ll be at our usual table. If you’re wondering…” the girl who asked about him says.
The bartender chuckles with a reassuring nod. “I’ll come stop by on my break.”
“You better!” One girl pouts, carrying a tray of shots to the table with her friends following.
They all glance back at him as they walk away, as if he would be watching them leave. But as soon as they’re gone, he turns to you with a rueful grin.
“Sorry, what can I get you?” His sweet eyes apologetic.
You shrug. All the time you’ve been watching the show next door, you didn’t even decide what to drink.
“Whatever is part of the special going on right now,” you sigh, a little disappointed in how your night has been going thus far.
He nods confirming. “You got it.”
You watched him make all those drinks and pour those shots for those girls and it was like dance just for them. Watching him make your drink was no different.
They way he preps your martini glass. Flipping it up on the bar, rubbing the rim with a lemon wedge, squeezing something red around the the wide inside. But the drink itself is throw together fast with so many different bottles adding to the fray you had no idea what was in it.
He shakes the shaker with the sexiest grin. His muscles flex and in his shirt making your mouth water slightly. His eyes never leave yours, even if you can’t help to let them roam around his body as he works.
He just smirks, watching you check him out as he cracks the shaker to pour the milky white drink into the glass. It’s impressive. Alluring.
You easily see why the girls were so enamored with him.
He slides the drink in front of you and flashes that delicious smile again. “There you go. Tell me what you think.”
Grabbing the glass and bringing it up to your lip slowly, you take a tiny sip not knowing what to expect. But its sweet and smooth. Slightly fruity but only just a breath of strawberry.
Your eyes widen with delight. The bartender’s gaze matching yours, following pride in himself. He bites on that lip ring and your pussy clenches as you sip.
“It’s good! What’s it called?”
“Vampire kiss. Just something I made up one night.” He explained, glancing down the bar. No one else seemed to need any attention.
“But be careful.” He warns. “The alcohol will sneak up on you.”
The both of you chuckle at the possibility. You hope it would. After that nice, but uneventful, dinner you needed something to make you forget it. Make you not feel like such a bad guy for stringing Neil along for so many dates.
Something in you knew you and Neil weren’t going anywhere from the moment you kissed him, but you kept going with the hope that your feelings would change.
You don’t like hurting people’s feelings. Disappointing them. But you know you have to say something. It’s only right.
But not tonight. Tonight, you just want to not think about it anymore.
You take a larger gulp of your drink this time and the bartender raises a brow.
“I thought I told you to be careful with that,” he says smoothly. “Rough night?”
He’s only being playful, but the small reprimand was kind of hot to you. The way he narrows his eyes at you didn’t make it easier. Like he really cares.
You know it’s his job to make you comfortable. That’s how they get higher tips. It’s not lost on you, but you like it anyway.
“No, just, boring.” You reply, another gulp of that drink making it easy for you to open up.
“That sucks. Tell me about it?” He offers leaning on the edge of the bar.
The air smells like stale beer and metal but you catch a whiff of lavender as soon as he leans towards you. His grin is small with his eyes attentively locked on you to start.
“Aren’t you busy working?”
He looks up and down the bar. “Not at the moment. Go on.”
He’s waiting with that grin that slips a chill up your back and you scoff at his boyish charm.
“Well…I’ve been seeing this guy…”
“Ok…” His eyebrows knitting together in focus.
You take another big sip to muster more confidence.
“We had dinner tonight. And I think I have to dump him,” you wince.
The bartender winced back with an empathic nod. “Wow, the dinner was that bad?”
“No, the dinner was fine. It’s just other things…”
You’re dancing around the reason. You’ve never found yourself opening up to a random bartender like this before, but here you are. Something about this one made it effortless.
“Well, what’s wrong with him, if you don’t mind me asking?” He asks. His head tilts slightly to comprehend.
“I just don’t think we’re compatible…sexually.” you reply with another gulp. Embarrassment slapping you in the face like the strength of the alcohol to flame your cheeks red.
“Ahhhh! I get it,” He replies, biting back a smile by nibbling on those lips your curiosity couldn’t help but wonder about. “This is a problem.”
“It’s not like he’s bad. He’s actually pretty good it’s just that he…” You find yourself getting carried away. The bartender looks at you intrigued for you to finish what you want to say, but you’ve riddled on more than you intended.
“I’m sorry! I don’t even know why I’m telling you all of this.”
He chuckles with a relaxed smile. “It’s alright. I’ve heard worse things from people. You can tell me. There’s kind of an honor code amongst bartenders to not share anything that’s been told in confidence.”
He winks at you and your heart hastens.
What was in this drink to get your mouth so loose to a total stranger? What was it about his smile and wide eyes that held galaxies, that made you so comfortable?
“He just hasn’t made me…well, I haven’t…” You look down in your almost empty glass unable to meet his eyes this time. You’re blushing fiercely.
“He can’t make you come?”
You heard him say it, but didn’t look up at him until the words were out and lingering between you. He sounds annoyed and kind of shocked. By the time you look up at him, you see his eyes are just a little darker with confusion but his lips are in an soft line.
You nod to confirm, unable to say it as blatantly as he had. Taking the last bit of your drink down your throat you sigh, mortified.
“Maybe my tastes are just—“you start, to help soften the blow.
But he cuts you off. “I doubt that. If a guy can’t learn your body or adapt to meet your needs, he doesn’t deserve you.”
His voice velvety yet curt in his opinion.
He look like he knows exactly what he’s talking about. With a body and face like his, you’re sure he’s experienced. And for a brief moment your mind wonders what it would be like to have him fuck you hard into your mattress.
The dirty thought makes your cheeks warmer, and you rub them out of habit.
“You’re being nice…” you reply.
“No, I’m being honest. You’re an attractive person. If your partner can’t fuck you well or learn how to, it’s only right for you to move on.”
His eyes slide up your chest, passing over your lips, before locking his gaze on your eyes. The sly motion makes you cross your legs tightly and bite your bottom lip softly. The bartender’s eyes flicker to your assaulted lip, biting his own with want.
“Thanks, I think I will. It’s been months and it’s only fair to him that I let him go.”
“I think you should be concerned about what’s fair to yourself. Months?” He sucked his teeth, tisking. “Sounds sexually frustrating.”
You scoff. “It is.”
The bartender is gaping between your chest and mouth, staring into your eyes with understanding yet longing. You can’t help but to stare back at him. The warm sizzle in the air between the two of you is enough to wet your panties.
You haven’t felt like this in a long time. You don’t even know his name. And it’s exciting.
“I’m sorry to hear that. Honestly speaking, if you were mine, the question of your satisfaction just wouldn’t exist.” He bites his bottom lip ring and smirks at you sexily.
It makes your pussy throb so hard, you clench your legs tighter. You can feel the warmth in your chest spread all over your body. It was warm in the bar before, but now you’re steaming.
“You’re so sure of yourself,” you say with a raised brow.
“I am, because just by looking at you I can tell what you want.” He says licking his lips.
“Tell me then,” you challenge.
He looks around to make sure nobody needs his attention before leaning even closer to you and beckoning you closer with his fingers.
You easily obey.
“You want someone who’s going to make sure you never have to think. Some who’s going to take absolute control of the situation. Grab your gorgeous body and fuck you hard against a door. Ride you over the back of your couch until you come so hard you can’t remember your own name.”
You swallow hard and let out a soft sigh.
“That’s what you want, right?”
His voice loud enough for only you to hear. Sweet and sensual were every word that dripped off his tongue, pulling you in further and further. You stared at his lips the entire time and he noticed, speaking slowly so you could feel it as well as hear.
“Am I that easy to read?” You question as the swirling of the liquor and his words build your confidence.
“Even though I’ve gotten enough practice in reading people with this job,” he chuckles softly. “It doesn’t negate my accuracy about you.”
Your scoff turns into a chuckle as you turn away from him briefly. The energy charging through you could power a freight train.
His confidence is so sexy you can’t help but hang on his every look, smile, and word towards you.
“Tell me I’m wrong and I’ll make you another drink, on the house. But tell me I’m right, and you can have everything you want. I’ll gladly give it to you.”
Swallowing hard you let a nervous laugh leave your lips before speaking. There was no denying any of it. He had to have seen it all over your face. The way you could barely breathe.
Sucking on your bottom lip, he smirks looking down at you do it. You wonder what exactly he’s thinking and how dirty it is.
“You’re not wrong,” you finally admit.
He tilts his head cutely and a wide, salacious grin slips on his face.
“Then tell me when you want it.” He orders, smooth and commanding.
“Tonight.”
His eyes widen briefly but softens to nod with amusement. “Alright. Your place or mine?”
“Didn’t you say I wanted to be ridden into the back of my couch?” You playfully ask.
He bites his lip letting a cute bunny smile shine through anyway. Rubbing the back of his neck with a light laugh.
“I did say that. And I can. If you’ll just wait for me until I get off work in a couple of hours. I’m not closing tonight.”
“I can do that.” You agree.
What’s a couple more hours of waiting? You’ve been waiting this long already. You have no qualms about sleeping with this bartender. You and Neil had been very upfront about keeping things casual until otherwise, so there’s no reason to feel guilty about it.
And you don’t. Just nervous and excited about whatever may happen. But you still have to wait.
“Good. Your patience will be rewarded,” he winks, just as someone waves him down on the other end of the bar.
You rush to the bathroom just as he walks away to help the other patron. Looking at yourself in the mirror. Your body feels on fire. Skin flushed with a redder tint all over and your lips bitten pink.
Taking a napkin and dampening it with cool water, you dab it around your neck and it feels like ice. Cold against your searing hot skin just from the conversation. If talking could get you this aroused, you wonder how much damage his body could do.
It was a good thing you decided to wear your red silk sundress. It breathes letting cooler air pass through you as you walked out of the bathroom to the dance floor.
You have a while to wait, mind as well enjoy the music.
A fast song comes through the speakers with a funky beat that feels old but the DJ said it’s new. You like it. It makes you feel fun and flirty as you let your body go with the flow of it. You’re high on life right now, and maybe a little bit of that drink still coursing through you.
Other people are dancing around you. Locking eyes with a couple of girls across the dance floor you shimmy to the beat with smiles. The lights start flashing around you and soon enough you’re losing yourself to the music. It’s carrying you. Closing your eyes to allow yourself to just feel and slip into a fantasy that the bartender is right behind you.
In your mind, he’s grinding his hips against your ass so smoothly. He’s so in rhythm to you, it makes you drip into your underwear. His hands roaming your body, pulling you closer to take control of the motion of your bodies through the song.
It feels like electricity. It smells like sex. And you want it so bad right now your nipples go taunt underneath your dress.
The song ends and the bubble of your fantasy pops. Your dancing on your own but your body feels the ghosts of his fingers in your mind.
Walking back to the bathroom to catch a breath, a hand grabs you into the dark hall adjacent to the bathroom doors where staff where only allowed.
It makes you yelp softly until you realize who’s grabbed you and pinning your hips against the wall underneath him. He smells like lavender and linen. And staring at his neck you want to latch yourself onto it for just a taste.
“Fuck, are you trying to make me hard while I’m working?” He chuckles, looking down at your face while he caresses your cheek with the back of his hand.
You’re looking at his lips and they seems so soft.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You swallow, trying to keep composure.
He smirks leaning down into your ear, kissing the soft space behind it makes you shutter. “With that dance. It was so sexy; I was fighting a boner just watching you.”
You giggle. “I didn’t think you’d be watching.”
“How can I not? Especially when you’re moving like that. It’s just making me more excited to get you home.” He says, grazing his fingertips on the outside of your thigh.
You tremble against the wall as the soft breath on of his smile brushes on your neck. Reaching out to touch him for the first time tonight, you slide your hand across his narrow waist to pull him closer. He hums with the gesture, tilting your chin up towards his face with his index finger.
“Relax or I won’t be able to finish my shift,” he smirks.
“Someone can’t cover for you?” You ask, feeling the need of have him scratching at your spine.
Rubbing his thumb across your bottom lip he sighs. “Didn’t I tell you to be patient for me?”
His eyebrow raises as he looks down on you, waiting for your response. His voice stern and so silky in the same breath, your pussy clenched once more.
“Yes,” you breathe unsteadily.
“Then be good and wait,” he commands. That soft pad of his thumb slips past your cheek before he leans down closer. Centimeters from your lips.
You want nothing more than to kiss him. If you had to wait a taste would see you though it. Leaning just a bit more he leans away with a grin.
“If I kiss you now, there’s no stopping me,” he murmurs looking at your mouth with desire.
You release a soft whimper of disappointment, and he scoffs with a devilish grin. His caress on my thigh gets harsher.
“Can I at least wait for you at the bar? You ask.
“To distract me the rest of the night? Sure, just know what you’re setting yourself up for.” He replies with a smooth warning.
He finally releases you to go back to his post and you can breathe again. Panting, but breathing. You take a spot at the very end of the bar so you can see him work the entire length.
He notices you and throws a grin in your direction before helping the customers. The night keeps picking up and he gets busier and busier, but that doesn’t stop him from taking quick glances at you. Nibbling on that lip ring while you watch him sling drinks left and right.
The time is flying and before you realize it, his shift is done. Coming up behind you with his jean jacket, gently moving hair back away from your neck.
You feel his breath before he speaks.
“You’ve been so good. Now let me give you what you deserve.”
~
You open your front door with butterflies swarming in your stomach. His strong, wide hand is holding onto your hip, pulling you into his body as you turn the handle, swinging it open. And as soon as your inside, you allow yourself to go blank.
He pushes you roughly against your closed front door, towering over your body with a smirk that keeps you wet. It catches you off guard, but you lick your lip loving it.
“You know the color system baby? Just in case?” He asks, inching the bottom of your dress up to your waist.
“Yes,” you breathe. You’ve learned it through reading smutty little stories just to get you going before going out with Neil. That should have been your first clue that things were not going well.
“Good, I want you to enjoy every bit of this, but tell me if you’re not,” he says. “Any questions?”
“What’s your name?”
Just as he was about to lean into your neck, he stops, letting out an adorable laugh.
“Jungkook,” he replies, leaning away to peer into your eyes. A tiny dimple pooling in his cheek with his grin.
Jungkook. It suits him.
You can’t resist biting your own lips with his undivided attention on you like this. His hands pressing on your hips to keep you firm at the door. His smile arousing while he leans closer to your face.
“Any more questions?” He says at a whisper. His lips an inch away from your lips.
You shake your head softly and he licks his bottom lip sexily before leaning in the rest of the way to capture yours.
His lips are warm and silky, soft like clouds in the way they work yours. Sucking softly while his tongue dips in your mouth to caress with addictive skill. He’s pulling you into his body with just his lips and find yourself leaning into obsessional kiss.
You heart is completely swept away by it.
Your mind can only think Jungkook.
He slinks his hand up between your legs, your body trembles with his name softly leaving your lips.
“Damn. Soaking wet.” He hums before diving into another tender kiss. “You’ll make it hard for me to last.”
Easing a hand up the front of his crotch, you could feel he was ready to go.
“So you’re saying you’re going to come fast tonight?” You tease.
A challenging grin glides on his lips as he pulls away from you. It puts a chill down your spine.
“No, I don’t plan on cumming until you give me at least two orgasms,” he scoffs licking his lips again.
Two? You could barely remember the last time someone gave you one. Swallowing your nerves you smirk, matching his fire and start taking off his belt.
“Then let’s get started.” You say, but he catches your wrist.
Towing you into your house and tossing you over the back of your couch. His roughness is just enough to spike your excitement but still feel safe.
“You’re eager. Who says I need to fuck you first for you to come for me?” He says, voice sensual as he lifts the hemline of your dress up to your waist.
The cool air of your apartment caresses your ass cheeks speeding your heart as Jungkook slowly pulls your underwear down and off your body.
“Legs wider.” He orders.
You obey only able to see into your living room and not the look on his face as you follow instructions. There’s only the soft chuckle of approval.
His fingers slide down the back of your thighs as he leaves trails of warm kisses on your ass cheek, thigh, and calf. You can’t help but to wriggle with the delicious sensation until he softly bites the skin between your ass and thigh.
“Be still for me baby.”
Your body stiffens without a second thought.
With a lenient slap across your right butt cheek Jungkook snickers. “Such a juicy ass. I’d eat it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”
You feel his heated hands grip the two cheeks, spreading them apart. His warm breath ghosting on your tight hole. It makes you quake until the sensation of his hot tongue glides right up the knot. Your chest collapses into the back of your couch.
You let an earnest groan pour from your mouth as his lips join the party. Cushy, moist lips that eat you like it was his very last meal. A hum from Jungkook’s throat tells you he’s enjoying this as much as you are. Your panting and high-pitched whimpering giving him the praise to keep up his vigor.
Holy…fuck.
Slowly his hand slides up the inside of your thigh, firm in nature but feather soft in touch. You bite your lip as Jungkook’s fingers meet clit. His mouth making the most staved noises in your ass.
“Ahhh, fuck!” You shudder, gripping the cushions in front of you.
This is all new for you. Every bit of this night.
Meeting some random guy at a bar, chatting him up, and sharing personal information with him is one thing. But you never thought in a million years you would be that person brave enough to bring him back to your apartment and proceed to let him eat your ass to high heaven.
You’ve gone on dates with guys who expressed reluctance to eat you from the front. Never dreaming someone would go to town on you from the back, enjoying it like a free buffet.
It feels good. Almost forbidden. But your body knew it was so right. Pleasure rushing faster and faster to your core as his fingers and mouth workin tandem, until the band in your stomach snaps filling you with euphoria.
You roughly exhale his name, holding onto your couch like a lifesaver.
Jungkook leans away and releases his grip on your lungs at the same time. Gasping to catch your breath as your body shivers from the tingles coursing through you.
You’ve never come that fast or hard in your life.
“Damn baby,” Jungkook seethes as he slides his fingers in your folds to your ass cheek with fondness. “You make such pretty noises when you come for me.”
His voice sticky with desire.
The ringing in your ears slowly died away as your breathing regulates. But now that you’ve had a taste of what Jungkook could simply do with his hands and lips, you crave more.
He stands from the ground, and you hear the zip of his jeans. Your heart skips a beat.
“More…please…” You can’t believe you’re begging.
Hearing his light chuckle and undoubted smirk, you wish you could see it. How sexy he was standing behind you. Over you. Hand still caressing your ass and lower back.
“You want more?” He asks, mockingly.
God, yes…
“Please…” you breathe. Jungkook’s constant touch on you keeping your pussy throbbing for him.
He takes a step closer, pressing his front against you. The soft fabric of his underwear separates the two of you. Yet you can easily feel how much he wanted more too.
Hard and substantial. Your guess of how big he was could only could be true. A bout of fear and excitement rushes within you at the thought of Jungkook filling you so well.
“Do you think you’re ready for me?” He questions.
“Yes,” you pant.
Slowly he slips his underwear just a little lower. The soft scruff of hair and a little more skin, rubs against you.
“Are you sure you can handle me?”
His teasing was making you even more zealous.
“Yes,” you reply, not sure if that’s true or not.
“Once I start, baby, I won’t hold back. Your body is too perfect.” Jungkook informs pulling his underwear a little lower. More skin and the heaviness of him slaps between your cheeks.
You tremble but sway your ass playfully for him to not notice. He chuckles, gripping your hip to yank you back against him, hard. It tells you he’s in charge here. Don’t forget it.
“Don’t hold back. I want you,” you say, with the tiny yelp from his gesture.
Jungkook rubs himself up and down your ass, and you bite your lip to swallow moans.
“Then give me those noises. I wanna hear how good I fuck you,” he demands, the sound of wrapper between his teeth.
Rolling on the condom, he rubs himself outside your core along your wet folds. It makes you shiver with bliss, but he holds you up and tight. You couldn’t move if you tried.
Stroking his tip at your entrance, you hang your head releasing a whimper. Your whimpers and whines only getting stronger, catching in your throat to a hard gasp as Jungkook descends into you. The stretch and pressure of his cock making your walls flutter around him.
You’re gripping him. He feels divine.
And Jungkook stays true to his word, slowly dragging himself out of you to roll his hips back into you hard. A deep sexy groan falling from his mouth as he sucks air through his teeth.
He only gives you three slow thrusts, giving your core a chance to adjust. With each push your entire body propels forward, his grip on you keeping you steady.
“Ahh fuck, you feel so good,” Jungkook groans in his last gentle roll before picking up the pace. “Mmm, so fucking warm. Ah, so wet.”
You groans get rougher the harder he gets with you.
The wet symphony of hips slapping against each other mixed with your sharp whines, as soft pain and total pleasure fills you as well as Jungkook’s cock.
He’s so big but he feels bigger. His throb against your walls, makes you constantly drip and cry for him to keep going.
“I’m going to come,” you whimper drunkenly.
Jungkook’s grunts and whines as he pounds until your limbs turn to jelly. Your orgasm is rising, faster! Your pussy is starting to feel sore. But you don’t want him to stop. Not even if the house was on fire.
“Mm, I feel it. So close. Let me have it. Come for me, baby.”
You had no idea someone giving you permission could unleash an orgasm from you that quickly. On command. The rapture of it encasing you as he didn’t stop. Softly convulsing on his cock as a wave of exhalation passes through your entire body.
The both of you screaming and moaning harshly. The both of you taking pleasure in your release.
“Fuck!” Jungkook pulls out of you quick and pushes your body over to fall onto the rest of your couch.
You scramble to right yourself. The tingles still slipping down from the top of your head as you lay there, legs open for him to continue.
That orgasm made two in a single session. Something that hasn’t happened to you since college. And seeing Jungkook come around the furniture to you, pants gone and his shirt around his neck, you think you’ll come again.
Washboard abs glistening in the light of the apartment. Eyes narrowed and wanting. Cock in his hand hard as he slowly strokes himself while biting his lip ring.
“You almost made me come,” he chuckles.
Finally you can see the sexy expression, as he leans over you, widening your legs more before dipping into your hot cunt again.
Watching how the feeling effects his gorgeous face makes you moan. His mouth open and panting for you. Brows knitted together in concentration yet ecstasy. He was on the brink. It was more than clear.
“Seems like you can’t handle me,” you smirk as he thrusts into you. The wetness making the glide easy.
Jungkook laughs biting his lip. “Maybe. You’re incredible Y/N. I’d love to make you come like that every night.”
You’d love it too.
Picking up his pace your body goes weak again. One of his hands holds your hip down into him while he unties the front of your dress. Pulling down the straps to set your breasts free.
“Can you?” You whimper when his tongue latches onto your right nipple. The soft biting of his teeth mixing with his kiss, you’re lost to him.
“Mmm, I can. If you want me to. Ask nicely.”
“Ahhh!” Jungkook hits your spot dead on and another wave of pleasure rolls through you.
“Ask me nicely and I will Y/N.” Jungkook moans, giving your other nipple the same treatment.
You could barely breathe anymore, let alone speak.
“A-ahh, p-please. Make me…Jungkook…”
Stars flicker away as tears fill your eyes and your voice is giving out. He grins kissing your lips tenderly. Deepening the embrace while his hips ravage you in the best way.
“Mm, a-ahh, m’god! Yes baby! You have me,” Jungkook moans into your kiss. His hips stilling while he trembles against your body, delivering hot groans against your skin.
You find strength to wrap your arms around his back to keep him close. Both of you panting heavy breath while staring into each other's eyes.
Even exhausted he looks beautiful.
Jungkook was still inside you. He was still hard. But slowly he pulls out. That sexy chuckle on his red lips as he leans away from your tired body. A hand never leaves you, only to tie up the full condom before dropping it at his feet.
Jungkook leans over you again to leave a sweet kiss on your lips. Giving you the energy to lean yourself up on your elbows to take in his naked form that would make Greek sculptors blush.
Fuck. He knows what he’s doing.
“Thank you,” you breathe with a tiny smile in the corner of your mouth.
He shakes his head, smiling at you while pushing his damp hair up on his forehead.
“Don’t thank me. You’re too good. I’d make me feel guilty.”
He gently glides a hand on your calf and a pleasured chill rolls up your spine. It’s comforting and yet still arousing even if your body is spent.
“So did you mean it?” You ask.
“Mean what?”
“Every night? You said if I asked nicely…” you smirk.
Jungkook chuckles, biting the inside of his cheek to deepen that small dimple as he smiles. It’s adorable to see him so shy when minutes ago he ordered you to come. His duality makes your head spin.
“Would you? Can you?”
You’ve prided yourself on not having any addictions. And kept yourself from trying anything that could cause you to be hooked after enough time. Yet, you never thought it would be a man to catch you.
Addicted after one try.
You don’t want to let him go. You don’t want sex unless it’s with him. You don’t think anyone would compare. It would be heartbreaking to try.
“What about your guy?” Jungkook asked raising an eyebrow.
“What guy?”
He laughs haughtily. “I’ve made you forget that fast?”
Neil…
“Oh…Him. I’m letting him go.” I sighed, leaning up to fix my clothes. “I knew that before I walked in your bar.”
He nodded understanding. “And is there anyone else?”
You shake your head. “No. Why?”
Jungkook pulls his shirt back over his body, scooting over to you to sit closer. He gracefully grabs your cheek, carefully caressing the hot smooth skin with his thumb. His eyes are wide like a doe. His lips bitten and abused.
“I’m not fond of sharing.” He says, pulling you closer to kiss you devotedly, yet strong.
“You won’t have to,” you breathe, pulling away.
Jungkook leans back in to kiss you harder, pulling your body closer to him until you’re in his lap. His lips still soft and smooth as they slip and suck yours with ease.
“Good.” He murmurs. “Now that’s understood; yes, baby I can. And yes, I will.”
You suck your bottom lip into your mouth embarrassed. He pulls it out with a gentle tug on your chin. Capturing it in his mouth to suck steamily before easing away.
“Don’t make promises you can’t deliver,” you grin, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.
Jungkook laughs earnestly kissing your nose.
“Have I given you reason to doubt me?”
You shake your head smiling. Another first for someone you’ve been with. Sitting on Jungkook you felt small, cared for, desired. Just the look in his eye and touch of your neck made it easy to hand him the key to your pleasure.
No one else would have that privilege.
“You can relax now baby. I’ve got you,” He whispers in your ear. And just like that you can totally surrender.